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Off the Grid

by LSD

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Marko Segura
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Marko Segura Great rap skills, nice production and sublime scratchin cuts!
Highly recommended. Big up LSD and Rob Shaker! Favorite track: Off the Grid (feat. Rob Shaker).
Bree Morcroft
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Bree Morcroft Straight out of the gates this album leaves a mark. 'Off The Grid' and 'Go' are instantly memorable, the latter certainly wouldn't be out of place on Triple J / community radio. 'Ol' School' and 'Alive Again' make a bangin' middle section while there is no easing up at the back end either. 'Slow Down' is breakneck pace and 'Rio' doesn't fail to bring the party vibe. A solid collection of well crafted and nicely produced tracks. Fans of previous work will welcome the return with open ears. Favorite track: Go (feat. The Missus & Rob Shaker).
Bradley Rust
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Bradley Rust Aus Hip-Hop is probably one of the hardest genres to nail. There's a real charm about it when done right, & this album is on point. Production is precise, lyrics demand your attention, make a statement & stick. Most importantly they are delivered strongly when they need to be, but also work pulled back a bit. Musically the hooks jump out, love the male / female interaction throughout. Variety is a key element, no two songs are the same on here. Up on the top shelf with the big names this one. Favorite track: Go (feat. The Missus & Rob Shaker).
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First verse: Welcome to the sound of a man now out of the frame of rap All of his own accord since he ignored playing the games to rack Cash, fame, or having a name, ‘cause the main Motivation is respect of others who peddle the trade Based on skill, fuck the popularity contest Aim to kill mics whether I’m liked or not ‘cause nonsense Is often present in hip hop’s presence some kids get jealous Or fellas start hating just because of your associations There’s no debating, shit gets ridiculous Cunts don’t know me yet show negativity through ignorance Well my decision is – not to be giving a fuck I don’t need to be the “new star” or feel like I need to conceal a grudge Or bother having them, brother it’s just not happening Most rappers will happily admit that I’m body bagging them I got nothing to prove, not in the pocket of music Money makers, no fan base, so mate I got fuck all to lose… Second verse: I don’t pull a crowd so I understand how I’m expected to shift tickets if I’m standing around On a stage these days but making mates and family now Pay their way to hang out is wack as fuck so I’m tapping out No more gigs that’s cool, don’t need the hassle to Hustle cash for another when I’m scrapping for food And shit when I begun, just spitting rhymes was fun But then the bitching guys and business side decide to come So fuck all this I’ll just live off of the grid No more pressure for records, do just a couple of gigs On my own terms until the bucket is kicked Not bothered for nothing just having some fun with this shit Kicking it simply to keep my virility Because you can bet the effect that I have is infesting a bunch of new “mini me’s” New kid MC’s are classic, act like they don’t like it Next week they’re record drops and then they’ve tried to bite it
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Hook/Chorus: Every minute I Go (I keep it moving, moving on) Every week, every day, every minute I Go (I keep it moving, moving on) If I fall down always stand tall and Go (I keep it moving, moving on) Every week every day every minute I Go, won’t slow don’t know “no” just go! (I’ll never stop can’t you see?) First verse: So much winning when you’re living in the city of Perth It’s only right that I spit a little shit to Creed Birch And just like my beginning igniting many words This mic’s got me feeling real nice when I’m immersed I Go, flow through life like I do a show Our minute of existence to slight to be living slow That’s why I want to know about that sky trail of smoke And the nano-technology all the way up to the GMO’s Don’t let it get to me just steadily learn Fuck it, I’d rather be ready if we’re getting burnt But keep it a party with the fam and friends you bet we’re berserk And building an army you can trust that marks success on this earth Stagnation the enemy that will never censor me ‘Cause when you have it critical faculties end with ease Or you’re just static lounged on a couch of apathy For me there isn’t time, every minute I… Hook/Chorus Second verse: Life’s survival, trials to fight with That’s why finding the right sidekick’s priceless Someone to spend all the time not just a night with And why I’m so god damn proud of who my wife is Perpetually move through the good and the bad All better for it to, now a crew with a son on the map Could never now lose what’s pursued, long as they’ve got my back In fact, I’ve won and now if I see negativity hitting me then I’ll be picking me Back the fuck up jump up like some kind of ninja figurine While enemies dither and I’m exploding their shit into smithereens Into the mid twenties time to trade blazing for vitamins Still hitting the piss but then next day up and hitting gyms Stay on the grind. Why? They want you to lose But that’s harder to do when you constantly move Never stop fuck brakes, get it done trust, mate Shit I’m finished with the talking ay, yo tell them what’s up shakes Hook/Chorus
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First verse: Back attacking the track yo rap novices Shaker’s basically daring you not to head nod to this These days we’re offered the same old lame topics With little taste made for the brainless main populace But hey I’m dropping creative and stay positive Just maybe I’ll be played to the new wave of hip hop’n kids And they take away my whole aim and hypothesis That rocking slick flows with substance is a must and fucking sick Killing the similes and metaphors like I’m placing a Sword in an aorta when spraying them Rhymes sourced are more raw than a lion’s portion of steak And the word forms are the prey - I slaughter each take with them All I’m maintaining is I’ve spent more time honing this shit Than a jehova’s witness would retorting an atheist And you bet I sit and learn from rap greats So I can reach a level comparable to Mr Burn’s catchphrase (“excellent”) Second verse: Originality is some shit that we badly need to have indeed This madness seems to grip all of reality I lose my sanity quicker than concentration in human anatomy When rappers repeat a stupid analogy This is your trade make better use of the language please Or have at least a sense of flow to get over a slamming beat This anarchy has to be down to the Lack of patience kids racing to chase a fantasy At the cost of solid topics and concepts But of course they’re role models are fuck heads Money driven with very little lyrical content What’s worse is they observe the decision giving them success Stuff them just do you fuck what the rest say I stay an artist regardless words are the best paint Delivering dope it’s like I’m Mexican for the fresh way I pack each sentence with so many references I’m an essay (It’s not all about “success”) Third verse: I feel sorry for the cunts stuck knee deep in this rap game Believing they’ll grab pay, or need it to have mates When some of the peeps in this scene can seem conceited and act way Faker than claimants of centrelink payments for back pain Not shaking my hand like it’s a fucking punishment Fact is if you act like that then I probably don’t want to kid And I don’t got a problem with anyone up in this Even though it’s not mutual it’s futile to give a fuck ‘bout it So I don’t bro, bitching’s a no go If you show negativity I flip it like Dojo’s Use that shit for the energy to keep all my shows dope Hone flows ripping new holes like you’re the ozone So sick of this whole thinking divisibly really We need as many kids in this scene that can kill a beat So when I hear one I think it’s wicked for this city And it keeps me persistently working better with each CD (If you’re bored “I got the remedy”)
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First verse: She was seventy five weathered eyes full of that wisdom, A temper of fire I admired always persisting To never retire from her mind or play the victim To the sickness being old inflicted And I was young enough to not give a fuck at what The other kids would think if I sat across from her So I did and as it turns out I’m glad For the stories by the beach from the Gran I never had She would always say we’re all made up of history Hers came at a cost she lost her granddad to Gallipoli Further to this was the impact it had would lead to the Breakdown of her family unit her and her sister leave Put in an orphanage by social services Then split apart by the foster family circuses And after she’d had enough of shocking abuse She got up and moved, admitted to slipping into the comfort of booze But managed to snap out of it, with nothing to lose Turned to nursing for a profession then her confidence grew Travelled the world met her Italian husband, plus Had her own girl then she added a son and Felt like she made it in the worst of adversity When she knew first hand how all of the amount of hurt she’d seen Had caused suicide or people to use then die Each day I’d skate back to the park after this lady had blew my mind Hook/Chorus: Can you hear the words of the people? It's as loud as the bells on the steeple Still they never will The ones hard of hearing are young and it goes on Second verse: Every few days I’d always stop by, say hi And watch as she’d chuck a couple of scraps to the seagulls while I’d Just listen to more pieces of life lived and advice Given with pride on what she did with her time Question; how can you smile with all the shit you’ve survived? She shifted and sighed then wiped a little tear from her eye And said “in strife there are two types of people you’ll find Some will just crumble becoming victims for life But others will fight, use the pain as fuel to break the demise Never forget, but never let your best traits ever die” And I’ll always remember that, just like December back Then when for once she wasn’t at the bench in fact She hadn’t made it for weeks then a newspaper released Information on recent increases in preying on weak And the elderly, bags snatched dashed on pavement Her face displayed the latest death these crack heads created…
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This is Now 03:16
First verse: Ed Snowden showed a real tragedy Not that privacy died But so many know the fallacy They don’t deny that life Is slowly unraveling, governments cracking And close to insanity but the reaction of This shrug of the shoulders baffles me There’s just so much goddamn apathy Since 9/11 our freedoms Taken the same exit As the world trade centre 7 Has from todays history records What’s up with the sky being dirty? I remember in my childhood it wasn’t murky So I know there must be something to the claims in The doco "What in the World are They Spraying?” Hook/Chorus: This is now Just say no What does it take For the human race to explode? Second verse: It’s easy to be dismissing this Believing it’s ridiculous Well at least search for the meaning Of the term cognitive dissonance I used to think the shit would hit Some distant future fan but this is it They say ignorance is bliss Well let’s tell that to Fukushima’s kids Sucks to be them and most ignore it What about what goes unreported Since the earthquake each day Hundreds of tonnes of nuclear waste enter ocean’s waters And what about when global orders Go the same way as the FDA Just change the safety scale For radiated food intake and the problem’s sorted Hook/Chorus Third verse: Had enough these old bastards regard us As another farm animal but the pastures Getting smaller so they thought they should start to Depopulate and creating disasters Just part of the plan for our masters And Monsanto is a grand thing for culling With the added bargain of them copping all our money When succumbing to cancer from all their GMO garbage Glyphosate isn’t just getting us sick Research shows four generations exposed to it never have kids How can we get these mother fuckers to just lessen their grip? I don’t know the answer but there must be something better than this.
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LSD’s verse (2nd): I’m done with the battle rapping that’s maccas in music form Mass manufactured any real lasting satisfaction’s small Still I make any rapper stall, spitting with above average force Split ‘em apart by twisting ‘em up ‘cause they could never combat my torque Raps devour with more horse power than that thoroughbred Pharlap with Jessica-Parker armed in a GT500 You want to test? Send in the fastest then I spoiler party quick as I exhaust metaphors into the scrapyard of death And this is our success, bodying a suckers best I love it when you rappers sit there acting like you’re not impressed You’re stuck incessantly running with weak Done to the death topics get some original themes And “C” me like a section as each line effects Incisions, delivering new lines into life each breath Reverse the line of steps for MC’s I fright and scare Crawling all the way back up in their dad’s nuts to hide in there.
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Intro: Who spit it as slick as this? The verbally liquid lipid kid "I’m done with the battle rapping" who the fuck I think I’m kidding? Shit I’m ill at it. Mind faster than Schumacher in his prime but unlike his end result Those opposed end up comatose So fuck all those, Bringing the beef you can leave like a vegetable or suffer from a fucking overdose Of LSD turn bat shit crazy wear a dress and pee Sitting down with a frown because there is no remedy Hook/Chorus: If you’re not down with that ol’ school sound (Back the fuck up) If you won’t ever do fat boom bap (Back the fuck up) Second verse: I’ll have these new cats saying “who’s that Slamming goon back from the goon bag cranking boom bap?” “Well dude that’s LSD check his new track” “It sounds kind of old though, but I guess he’s got a dope flow” That’s all you need to know Plus any people who delve a little deeper know That my bars are unbelievable Five star all of the eager blokes Who try hard but are just weak at flows Tell me why these mcs try to reinvent the wheel bro? From that monotonous singy songy rapping shit To kids dribbling shit they need to cut back on the laxatives Or the inadequate effort to rapid spit but nobody can understand the shit Like skinny jeans their shitty beats also need fattening So like the outcome of a scrap, if one of you cats Tried to match me skill for skill over a microphone - no doubt you’d crash While triumphantly I’ll emerge without a scratch That’s cool, but the fact your record does the same thing’s fucking wack
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Hook/Chorus: Man I could never leave, how? When hearing beats like this I’m at peace now. (When I find my pen, I’m alive again) And to think I nearly let it go When this shit is like the medicine here for my soul (When I find my pen, I’m alive again) First verse: I strike out at kids on beats like this was little league It leaves them trembling when they see my delivery Bring me the illest see why they call me “GP with ninja feet” Or “Doctor hook kick” for the way I heal/heel these sick MCs Like fucking on pills I’ve come at my peak But it’s with some narcoleptic pussy all these cunts are asleep Could it be ‘cause of the way I often honestly speak Like there’s no radio play unless the presenter’s on your release And I can number ten reasons of why I want to (one, two) Be a beacon of threedom to the people in my songs through The right way fourcing applause for my thoughts if I’ve (five) made A bit of difference while spitting the sick (six) shit then life’s great And it’s heaven (seven) when you’re getting recognition for the rhyme play But it don’t really happen that much with mine meight It’s all good an iron (nine) will combines well with a mic stay Gripped to the mission content with my place Hook/Chorus Second verse: Like dysfunctional bowels, with a mic I screw shit up, but Don’t ever let somebody tell me that I’m stupid bruz If every clever sentence I invented represented a victim Too many get stepped on and wrecked by ruthless cunts And rappers can act like dudes that are super suss Whether parents, teachers or policeman all they do is judge “You’re not true hip hop, don’t know you, and your tunes all suck” It proves they’re being the ignorant dickhead they just accused you of The clever kid that never listened so I ‘spose Intelligence in everything isn’t an IQ number Now I paint pictures with lyrics touching the soul ‘Cause some work different be it visually or tactile but the Combination has got them saying LSD’s System suggests that it knows best while that sly fucker Spits subliminal missiles if you’re critical it still Sucks you in like some human sized venus fly trap – you’re "buggered" The GFC to pathetic MCs economy, as they are Relegated to lower income or poverty For the fans of high standards in rap so yea you should probably leave Because you didn’t fit in with what they say that you’ve got to be Hook/Chrous Outro: Now there’s a third verse but it’s hidden In every second sentence of the second verse I just spit And if you rewind, have a listen You’ll find my criticism Of society’s insistence On an education prison
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First verse: Effortless butter flow sends ya head to another zone Forget ya stress with a bottle open or get ya self an O Z to roll up and just puff and then when ya comfortable I’ll start the show, ladies and gentlemen welcome to one and all I’m LSD, better believe it rhymes lead a mind deep into Ego abyss these other kids they just aren’t as dope Trying to bite on my flavour’s asking for danger And leaves ya gasping like victims of waterboarding in Guantanamo Bay, lame artists all pray off grid I remain, they Know if I don’t then their fans would be halved in a day All it takes is one listen they see what they’re missing then in an instant our playlists switch their positions like conscientious fuckers insist except my music is Anything but and if it’s on top then it always finishes first, leaving the cunts in a fit! You’ll feel me long after I ex- tinguish since I’m bringing the verbal equivalent of a million arsonist hits Hook/Chorus: I’ll take up my shit on the move You stay stuck there just watching me I’m gunna leave I’m gunna leave this rap stuff While others dream they’re gunna be a big star You go watch who pays for hip hop When it’s played on airwaves it’s kids bucks I’m gunna leave while others be a big star Get around the underground and hear this new shit is hot Second verse: Now conscious rappers sound suss when they discuss how much they hate Straight bars, do you like watching boxing minus punches to ‘cause mate amusing insults in hip hop’s about as mutually exclusive as that or ugly women in make up, Brain sparks flames on mic’s witnesses leave Thunderstruck like AC/DC I’m “current” and make charge Exceed your phone company’s monthly limit for data Apologies my tunes are constantly refreshing, Shaker! Muddy my vocals or something, give these new jokers a fucking Chance to rap before I cause the entire genres combustion In fact fuck fire I spit liquid nitrogen hop in The booth after me you leave dying of pneumonia coughing When I pen a verse the mental service watches my health ‘Cause all I can think about is how am I going to be topping my self Arrogant? Nah I’m just a fucking cunt, can’t you tell? And I’m not going to stop until I cop head off the whole of hip hop while in hell Hook/Chorus Third verse: Aerosol Rhyme Tags Insightful Samples Then Applies Rapidly Timed Intellectual Sentences That Are Required To Inspire Several Technically Adequate Rhymers This Is Satisfying: Try And Rap To Improve Standards Tonight Lyricists that feel the lamestream’s alienating you Just play K Rino, Life MC or Raven here in Australia I remember the feeling of filth I left with in the Days that I fucked with A and R Like TI’s ST infection off Iggy Azalia I’ve rapped the acronym, said 3, spelt the letters in the last two bars these kids Still struggle to grasp with what the fucking hell an ARTIST is I’ll tell you what it is not the shit currently passed in To radio offices what’s with the nonsense they play to us God it’s so garbage if you’re not under six or partly retarded I hold you responsible it’s simple economics if You’re dumb enough to consume it Some fuck head’s going to produce it Vote with your wallet or choose to Spread some knowledge in music please.
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First Verse: Feeling no stress from his latest stretch Jeff steps in his house without a smile 'Cause he knows there’s not much time left Till he’s back inside and no one will bat an eye Would probably not be any different If his life could have rewind He was just another typical kid In school the rigid and stiff Rules would give him the shits And lead to his persistent questioning of the system and if It’s a relevant fit for every kid till a teacher got pissed Then in an instant snapped: "Shut your little trap Go sit at the back with the Other ignorant brats!" And later in detention Miss Fraser announces this: “Sorry to say it son but you won’t amount to shit.” So he’s fighting back the tears Sharpens up a pencil then his thigh is slashed and pierced Walking in the rain madness in his ears His Dad who was s’posed to get him once again has disappeared And he found solace with the others Who’d been given up on to they’re like his brothers Throw a fondness for drugs into the mix, Schemes to get rich quick and you'll see why he’s not bothered… Hook/Chorus (x2): Look at the kids they’re always acting up Ever thought the reason why is back to front? Look at the kids they’re always mad as fuck! Ever thought the reason why is back to front? Second Verse: Things looked so much better for Michelle Middle class with two loving parents there as well Till she fell in love living became hell The neighbor who was eighteen took her virginity, she was age twelve Picture the scene as she watched The man that she love struck down landed in cuffs Now she’s branded a slut In school she ends up sleeping around and up the duff And she hammers the drugs The pain it goes away but the kids keep adding up It isn’t the fact each kid has a different dad which is unpleasant But it’s just like at Christmas time there isn’t one present She tries quitting the pipe But each time it rewinds to the scene of the crime His parents yelling out “slut do you know what you’ve done?! It’s all your fault we’ve lost our only son!” Hook/Chorus
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First verse: He would get bitches wet Leave them looking like their surname is Cage ‘cause they’re knickerless/Nicholas His success the direct cause of distress For his missus next she has left four Kids in a wreck ‘cause he couldn’t keep his dick in check See it’s a mess, now his sons and daughter thinking it’s Just how men behave they perpetuate the disrespect His boys are instigating while the girl accepts her fate And it’s set to replay again each generation is affect-ted And yet it’s still party hardly thinking about Consequences, just the fucking Women and how often will this scene be repeated in Every corner of the globe each weekend and evening Aw Yeah! Shit you dudes are ballers Stacking up mad snatch while your crew supports it But acting up like that is it so appealing when the reason Your dick’s been bleeding is ‘cause your girl was also cheating. Hook/Chorus: I know you see me and you want it I know your feeling like your falling, don’t try behaving Oh, yeah, oh, yeah show me what you’re working with They, they always leave they’re wifey waiting I take and there’s no hesitating, don’t try behaving Yea uh yea show me what you’re working with Second verse: Don’t get it twisted if you’re single well then Go get your dick in any women that’ll Show interest in your mating call what you waiting for? Turn this shit off right now and slay that whore But all you others with baby mothers under the covers And any brothers who keep their other half undiscovered Up in the clubs on the look for another slut to fuck with Won’t get respect from me, you just seem weak and cuntish But that fallopian’s opium It’s in my nature to chase tail like a Doberman – what? Fellas suggesting there’s sex addiction excusing it That’s like making a career out of one fucking topic: Ludacris Come on now dude your miss isn’t really new to this Every red blooded bloke knows who the chick is with the hugest tits In any room they sit but like not killing other humans there’s This thing called self control brother try using it. If you choose to live with a missus it’s super simple Act how you’d hope she would behind your back and sit you’ll stick To perusing instead of ever pursuing it And if she doesn’t follow suit well then just fucking lose the bitch Hook/Chorus
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Hook/Chorus: “I feel so big right now…” THUMP Hear my feet stomping in the street go THUMP Hear my speech over every beat go THUMP Heartbeats of my enemies go THUMP “I feel so big right now…” LSD's verse (1st): You thought we wouldn't be back for more? Ha, Count on us like Dracula We don't just sift through bull shit we smash the source/sauce like drunken matador's With rap that's more Chapman or Oswald we assasinate these characters What's with the disease That has associated racism with Aus hip hop it seems According to bigots this shit is synonymous with a swastika I’m no historian but isn’t this music of black origin? So what you’ve thoughts wrong You ignorant fellas must crush too much hillbilly heroin 'cause you’re an oxymoron You're not supposed to exist Kindly fill up the bathtub plug in a toaster and sit And it isn't a countdown when you hear 3... 2... 1 It's referring to what the 32 Krew's done with each song As I leave rap I can add Life and Gift of Gab's two of the maddest dudes to rap shit, Tell me, how many of your favourite MCs have you collabed with?
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First verse: Let’s begin with a fact - I’m winning in rap LSD but I leave you addicted like smack My needle precision incisions in tracks Penetrate every brain any listener’s trapped Standards lift instantly thanks Now that I am quitting and back To being a fan of this shit I won’t have To be hearing the wack things the kids spit us now Great White rhymer, leave you dead in the water Way I maintain a dope flow they call me the Mexican border Bring that excitement writers get applying texta to walls Spit images sicker than all them pictures on the cigarette warnings HookChorus: They say I should slow down I don’t really know how Fuck ‘em I just zone out (Yea, check it out) So if you don’t you know now I will never slow pal Catch up or get mowed down Second verse: I keep it mad so rhyme Vincent Van Gogh type Lyrics so vivid if I get iller than this Advisory stickers will need Rewriting suggesting to sit At least like five metres away From any of the speakers kicking my shit Or all the women who listen start contracting siphilous Fellas that bitch find they’re mouth with a fist in it Kids hearing now know there’s no Father Christmas, Kittens end with human centipede stitches in Compared MC’s are illiterate Not near my league even a little bit They could make songs with Shakespeare sonnets I fuck ‘em up just busting a limerick Hook/Chorus Third verse: Each track is a weapon my rap the infection Weeding out MC’s like natural selection Shakers beats are snapping the necks of Anyone left like they’re bad at bench pressing So when you next answer the question: “Who’s killing it?” Just start playing this actual record By sticking it In headphones, my death flow Wrecks shows like the decks broke And I don’t need a stick or stone brother when My lyrics can cripple bones suddenly S & M verse my words are coming while cutting them
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First verse: Do you get sick of it? When people think you’re this Useless piece of shit with no real feelings if The roles were reversed they’d be first to cut sick and yet Here we are dealing with a now complete hypocrite And I don’t get it this meddling mentality Like others are more bothered than me about my reality And I’m not perfect that shit is for certain But at least I’m working to try and become a better person Well I felt worthless myself for long enough But of course I love how you’re getting up on that high horse to judge Maybe while you take in the view You should refocus that telescope and place it on you Or better yet instead of changing your tune when you see my face in a room You could take the time to explain your claims to me to But nah, keep talking shit tot he people I care about an' Know each second I lose respect for you when I hear about it Hook/chorus: Oh, it happens all the time (Life's trials are a mystery, all the while I just try to make them history) I just don't know why It's always on my mind (Life's trials are a mystery, all the while I just try to make them history) I just have to try Second verse: I'm not proud of it but I think I'm an alcoholic The thought of 24 hours without a drink's abhorrent I tried out Dry July cheated then felt evil and Drank so much more the next month it got so bad if honest I considered AA but I don't drink until I vomit So the idea feels silly because I got it Somewhat under control no binging but sinkin at least like 6 each evening Seems to be something that I really do need to cope with The daily stresses of life, I tell you what They trebled the night my son decided to enter my life Another source of frustration for me I thought I'd make a great Dad but occasionally I struggle with the responsibilities of raising a seed Get caught up in my own shit too busy to play and it seems I've found a new excuse to blame the defeat of chasing my dreams Instead of facing up to the fact I'm a lazy MC Hook/Chorus
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Rio 02:25
First verse: That’s the summer sun Setting on my fun when it comes down to these sounds ‘cause I’ve got to run And another one might come along right But I’d like to think up on the mic I’m a phenomenon When it comes to being one of the better one's that never shone At least I’ll leave CD mementos when I’m gone You can bet I’m on some next shit, hectic Say bye to rap with a classic new record “Off the Grid” is where I’m headed and the shocking thing? I’m semi-retired here in my prime, if you’re wondering It’s not an intentional sudden thing I love this shit but it is sensibly cutting string On a bad habit fact of the matter is I’d be better off financially as a crack addict shit So that’s if bag’s packed, might actually go Down to the town of Rio Second verse: This is goodbye but I would never try to hide my wish Not to have my second record be what I retire with Not even thirty so it’s hurting but the wife and kid Like to eat - man up provide some shit. The equation of money making with music equals A minus figure combined with liquor That I drink it’s a bit of a shit budget Wish I had bigger nuts to try a stick up But I don’t so it’s on to the real world Still I hope I get dough from some ill work Start a company off with another dream as I’m mopping Up competition still "hip hop" when I leave So if you’ve been with me since yesterday Joined in the present, way up to future decades - hey I’d like to say thanks for pressing play Now I’m trading Freo for a beach in Rio
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First verse: I still remember the last time I cried That was ’06 the night your brother died So when I’m told of your impending arrival As a 24 week old premmie my spine chilled Hands clamming up I’m standing and just drop the phone Speeding down the freeway to Subi’s King Edwards Hospital It’s not good, I can tell by the Doctor’s tone Maybe save the baby or a stillbirth’s how the options go But if you try to save the life it’s rife with complications Increased percentage of disability in the equation Facts and figures shoved in front on a pad They range from horrid to sad Consult our mum’s and our dad’s Because it’s going to impact The whole family if the result is bad He might as well have put a gun in my hand And now I’m stuck, give my son a real chance Or call it quits and not risk the fifty odd percent stats Of a death on arrival the question was primal Negative “no”, the positive “yes” to survival We felt it’s only right to let him now fight And the minute we said we did it went mental my wife goes On a hospital bed screaming when struck with injections Leaving magnesium under her flesh Wanting to rip her own skin off was intense As each evening she’s being squeezed with steroids for his chest And it’s all so much stress with the hope of success Diminished then reappearing each moment a wreck When I’m home and depressed Sculling alcohol till I’m numb from myself It sucked knowing I could do nothing to help Second verse: 9th of March saw your four month early arrival Surrounded by about five nurses a child weighing Just over 700 grams they’re saying he’s been revived And made it alive they’ve taken him right away To nursery 3, premature baby ICU Soon as I step inside feels like a zoo Caged little things trembling parents beside them boo’ing Bright lights and soon I arrive for my first sight of you Barely the size of my hand without an ounce of fat Cotton bud for a nappy and have Doctors shoving tubes into you’re throat Wires leading to a beeping computer and so Here it is: the birth of my son “congratulations” I’m sat they’re swaying this doesn’t feel like a celebration Seeing complication taking the lives along the way Left me feeling sorry but also grateful you made it. Outro: You've been a fighter from the starting day Can't believe you made it out OK So anytime that you're feeling doubt Don't forget you're here now....

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New video clip Big Star (feat. The Missus) out now: youtu.be/sAsT0Ft8XyY

LSD moved "off of the grid" in musical terms when becoming disillusioned with the business side of hip hop. This decision came after a successful debut release which saw him collaborate with Gift of Gab (Blackalicious, US), Optamus (Downsyde, SBX, AU) and the track "Self Destruct" included in Australian Hip Hop Supports CanTeen.

Deciding he'd stop for good this time LSD found it harder than he realised to kick the habit. You don't just stop being hip hop. A chance meeting with Rob Shaker showcasing his neck snapping beats convinced him to return to writing again. Only now the priority was making music for himself and fun in general.

Without rushing or trying to put a specific release together during a four year hiatus, LSD realised he had amassed together enough tracks for an album. There is no hint of a "catered for audience" or demographic, and no self-censorship. Having an album compiled of songs written over a four year period also provides a detailed insight into LSD's journey, what took him 'off the grid' and why he's now returned back from it.

Comprehensive album reviews available here (aahiphop.com/l-s-d-off-the-grid/), here (brettstewart.net/the-independent-spotlight/2015/8/28/lsd-off-the-grid) and here (indiebandguru.com/lsd-the-lure-of-creating-music-pulls-back-the-talented-artist)

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released August 17, 2015

Off the Grid
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Rob Shaker
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Go
Lyrics written and performed by LSD and The Missus
Music produced by Creed Birch
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Good Times
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Rob Shaker
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Story to Tell
Lyrics written and performed by LSD and The Missus
Music produced by Grimz Beats with additional production by Rob Shaker

This is Now
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Creed Birch

Slam (ft Life MC, LSD, Chase, & Bitter Belief)
Lyrics written and performed by Life MC, LSD, Chase, & Bitter Belief
Music produced by Rob Shaker
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Ol’ School
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Mat Rafle with additional production by Rob Shaker
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Alive Again
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Creed Birch
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Big Star
Lyrics written and performed by LSD and The Missus
Music produced by Grimz Beats with additional production by Rob Shaker & Ruby Horns: Brendan Grey and Matt Smith

The Kids
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Mat Rafle with additional production by Rob Shaker
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Cheaters
Lyrics written and performed by LSD and The Missus
Music produced by Grimz Beats with additional production by Rob Shaker
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Thump (ft 32Krew)
Lyrics written and performed by LSD, Smiley, Soma, & The Apprentice
Music produced by Kostia with additional production by Rob Shaker

Slow Down
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Rob Shaker
Cuts performed by Rob Shaker

Troubles
Lyrics written and performed by LSD and The Missus
Music produced by Cam Bluff

Rio
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Alex Hejleh with additional production by Rob Shaker

Alfie
Lyrics written and performed by LSD
Music produced by Rob Shaker

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