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Abbots & Masters
Hip-Hop/Rap
Abbots & Masters was released on July 26, 2024 by SXBS Productions as a part of the album Blood Diamond
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Release DateJuly 26, 2024
LabelSXBS Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aiden Robert Fargher
Aiden Robert Fargher
Songwriter
Leigh Graham Wickham
Leigh Graham Wickham
Songwriter

Lyrics

Tryna find Zenith on the precipice
Extract that dialect from the penmanship
Like the diaries of the Centrelink derelict
Survive to put the melancholy in the rhetoric
& put the life in the sentences like they everything
Hedonist on the piff like Smellington
The jazz on the loop like Duke Ellington
& elegant finesse, Machiavellian intelligence
& acrobatic vernacular, in the passages
In the parallel parameters of the catalyst & walk the path
Scribe with the sacrilege
Takin' over like that three letter acronym
& they packagin' embarrassment
Macho over-masculine, Freudian pacifist
Wacker than cappin a top to bottom fat burner
We the anarchists, seven savages, yo, the aim accurate, what
Keep the feet deep in the gravel pit
& stay evaporative, when I'm speaking the narrative
& bleed for the adjectives, being a maverick
Microdermal, tongue-in-cheek for the masochist
Spit from the pit of my tummy
Shit is gully, written blessed, I'm physically hungry
Trek the land of Subliminal country
In amongst the mucky tunk like a little Mudgee
Ya, put the Granny Smith in the apple pie
Craving the appetiser, I have to satisfy it
Catch a vibe & then I have to write it, Aphroditey
Make me the catalyst & then you analyse it
Paralyze the funk, catch a paraphrase in Adelaide
Rise from the ground like a stalagmite
Yo they actin' righteous, want a shortcut
Wanna be good but ain't prepared to make the sacrifices
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They wantin' to peel me off, wantin' to kill me off
These lemon rappers all salty like tequila shots
I'm channelin' the inner god, fear me not
Catch me in the back chatting to Billy Bob
The lyric notator, your local lone ranger
Vocal curator, organ donator
Nothin' major, put the vapour with the dope flavor
Press play & you get to know your own neighbour
Hide in the shadow of darkness
Where the path is narrow & shafted
Follow the arrows to answers
Listen to Abbots & Masters
Hang from the gallows & rafters
Hidin', camou de-flages
Uh, wheelbarrow the casket
We'll bury, rap Pharaoh the carcass
Hip Hop need to breathe again
Me too, chillin' with a heavin' chest
Since my teens I aimed to be the best, so
You could see why I don't need respect huh
Navigate to the beacon
Adelaide man I rap for the demons
Back in the season, fact that I'm breathin
Mean that I rap with a meanin', practicin' sequences
Frequence it's easy
Walkin' around blah blah – jaw widda mouth
Tell it straight never water it down
The real heads know what I'm talking about, ya
I feel like a heartless cunt
Hung on the wrong tree I'm barkin' up, yo
I own up, never pass the buck
So this is Subs man I'm far enough, what
Hide in the shadow of darkness
Where the path is narrow & shafted
Follow the arrows to answers
Listen to Abbots & Masters
Hang from the gallows & rafters
Hidin', camou de-flages
Uh, wheelbarrow the casket
We'll bury, rap Pharaoh the carcass
Written by: Aiden Robert Fargher, Leigh Graham Wickham
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