An extremely limited edition copy of Making Space, in a full colour gatefold cd sleeve. Your copy will be just 1 of 85 CDs that are available to the public and one of just 50 CDs that are available from Bandcamp. Choose the "Signed" option if you want me to write my name on it.
Includes unlimited streaming of Making Space
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So, there is a concept behind this track. It was all going smoothly then some one (not naming anyone, G-box) decided to go left-field. Then I had to alter the whole arrangement and rework the entire beat. Which, as it turns out, was a good thing because this version is better.
Day one for me, was making up a beat,
Resampling CDs from my own library,
Rainchecking the sleep that the rest of the population needs,
Creating a dream, not waiting to see,
But chasing my means the day fades and it's me,
Replacing the scenery with a taste of the need,
Driving me on, riding the song, right into the sun.
Finding the sum of the parts, less than I done,
I confess that I'm on a vessel anon,
Stress and you're gone,
But hold the flame and you'll take a photograph of your state
And other people relate, drums keys and some bass
Step out of your world and into my place.
I'm a backpack rapper listening to Frank Zappa
On my headphones, redzone traveller, an amateur,
Grappler, grappling with lines and hooks,
Like a fisherman, listening to rhymes I look,
Out the window of the train with a sci fi book,
In my fist, half open, as the twilight puts,
A dark shadow over the city streets I tread
To the spot where I cypher over beats with heads,
And I'm known to stay, away from home for days,
Catching freebies, believe me, being broke pays,
Folks say I need to be more serious,
Truth is, I just don't want to be hearing this,
Peering at the see by the wharf at dawn,
Watch the sun rise, pen lines about the morn,
It's not so much the words as it is the form,
And the feel, but it's nothing it the story's not real.
I am the result of an alien interception,
My evolution was from unnatural selection,
I control the world through my mind deception,
Preach for millennia about my resurrection,
I'm spiritual my existence is a miracle
My verse is religious you won't overstand my lyricals
I'm beyond conscious as my mind launches
The universe recollapses, I am the strongest
I'm in too good of shape, you all should be worshipping me
I'm invincible, try to hurt me I never bleed,
Beyond light speed, all of time is what I see
I was born a legend. I am of a greater breed.
When images of breasts manifest past these lyrics,
Enter the psyche of hip hop since its genesis
They exist like a solar eclipse of blind talent,
Behind pear shaped hips and
I'm trying to break that mould, shatter these stereotypes
Let my grievances out and take control of the mic
In my life coz I find that I fight to be heard
Just another line to be blurred
Another genre stirred as I rewrite the words
Of what's to be expected, suspected and neglected
From the original form of my intention
It's poetry I write with my pen and,
Does my gender make my lines less relevant?
You see my raps are conscious and intelligent.
It's a man eat man world out there.
I hope dinner is served because I came prepared.
from Making Space,
released October 31, 2012
Produced by FG
Written and performed by Empty, FG, G-box and Hallows
FG is a Perth-based, Melbourne-born producer and emcee. In the past he has produced and rapped on a number of albums with
the likes of The Funkoars, Muphin, Draino, Terra Firma and Crixus. He can usually be found haunting dusty old record shops muttering "Need more breaks. Need more breaks."
FG is one of a few people to be featured on both seminal oz hip hop releases, Culture of Kings 1 and 2....more