1. |
Orbits
01:14
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From topsoil to orbit
Was digging my crypt
Needed the lift, perhaps a mental shift
Give less of a shit
Look what I need, fuck it I’ll build it
I’m caution forfeit, the deck of this ship
Decked in self portraits
My sight a little distorted
But finding a place in a sequence
Hit a better frequency
You know what we’re seeking
And why we’re living
For a different routine
Fuck the return
Keep running
Get the heart bumping
Know we’re on to something
Keep the drums thumping
Something from nothing
And keep the monsters we’re hunting
Stumbling scared
With teeth bared
Compared to us, the competition not fair
We we’re fucking dared
We were pushed
Just a cycle, not final
Excited reprisal
Of wide eyed
Ry, taking the dials
Control, now unbridled
Here for survival & checking the spiral
We’re heading up, just look at the title
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2. |
Boxed In (feat. Emkew)
03:24
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Living in a boxed reflection
Stretching all directions
Personal dimension
Of my own invention
Air getting rancid
Speaking to myself like a madman
Getting back infinite answers
Beating at my chest, what the matter?
Boxed in
You, me and our skin
Let this room spin
Boxed in
Boxed in
Rapping on the glass like bars
From the edge of the bed
to the desk not far
The walls drive a wedge
Through my mind and its self
As my sanity stretch
Like gravity and a sharp edge
Boxed in
You, me and our skin
Let this room spin
Boxed in
Boxed in
Putting pen to the page
But I’m feeling overplayed
On the smallest stage
Closer to a cage
with a window out
With a little green light
I scream and shout
What the fuck about?
String loosely connected news clippings
Masterpieces with pieces missing
Sing to an audience that's dreaming
We’re boxed in
You & me & our skin
Let this room spin
We’re boxed in
We’re Boxed in
Boxed in
You & me & our skin
Let this room spin
We’re boxed in
We’re Boxed in
Everything I touch turn to gold
Even every tissue that I sneeze in
Never bothered much by the cold
Never take an issue with the season
I could paint a picture with my words
Cover all the walls of the stu
Callin’ it a new point of view
Gonna see it through
Prove it ain’t true that I’m
Boxed in
You & me & our skin
Let this room spin
We’re boxed in
Boxed in
Boxed in
You & me & our skin
Let this room spin
We’re boxed in
We’re Boxed in
I’m pushing the limits of art
When I’m filling up jars
With the filters from darts
Flip a switch in the dark
As I’m picking apart
The monotony haunting me
Splitting my heart
Boxed in
You & me & our skin
Let this room spin
We’re boxed in
We’re Boxed in
Take a step back
Looking at my magnum opus
I know it sounds wack
But you’re gonna have to focus
Take the body of a bat
But the belly of a cat
Long neck from a diplodocus
Legs from a locust
Put it on a flag
No Union Jack
Call it Hocus POTUS
We’re boxed in
You & me & our skin
Let this room spin
We’re boxed in
We’re Boxed in
Boxed in
You & me & our skin
Let this room spin
We’re boxed in
We’re Boxed in
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3. |
Moth to the Flame
02:50
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Let me gracefully set a scene
Joyous collapse of our routine
Everyone shouting calamity
Thought I’d grasped reality
Put some distance between me
And the horror, sing of my honor
Love bad news when they dress up the bearers
But now we’re faring a little worse
Immersed in the madness
Of course you know, like gravity
So please push me
I’m tired of holding on
So fucking push me
The land hanging unassuming at the heel of the earth
Lit and burned as the smoke choked a full turn
The land of humanities ego made manifest
Tore at its neck to be free, all but guaranteed
Now we scream and gasp through masks “we can’t breathe”
While knees on human beings throats do as they please
Yet we see this as a great time to pick sides and fight
“Who’s more right?” while people die.
We love the drama, the chaos and fame
Like moth to the flame
We’re loving, this shit
Welcome to the madhouse yah fuck
We might shit outta luck
Court jesters running amuck_
He a struck chord with the down on their luck
And now we just follow our gut
Getting out of our rut
Life’s one hell of a show when no ones yelling ‘Cut’
We love the drama unfettered
The worst nightmare we “dreaded”
In bold quotations
Can read our cadence
Feigning concern
Our eyes are vacant
We fucking love it
We love the drama
We fucking love it
So much fun tracking conspiracies or quoting the greeks
I see it in your eyes, that you want to believe
A tale for the ages with dark shades and mind control
So fucking dull to just follow how meds or land are sold
It’s getting old, the way that the stories told
Prime time a lime light for a binary blindfold
Our descent into madness is fucking gold
Better yet our reaction is 10fold
We love the drama, the chaos and fame
Like moth to the flame
We’re loving, this shit
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4. |
Our Goddamn Paradise
03:17
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Beast in the cage as you play your age
Old dog no tricks and no play
Put away for a rainy day
Down payment on a living wage
Oh shit I misspoke
The mirrors and smoke provoked
It’s no joke working hard
But beasts won’t get that far
Scapegoat tied to a dying star
Laugh to yourself
Like living that hell
Watching that clock like tick, tick, tick
Living that cynic lifestyle
Cut throat tongue fire ballistic
Oh fuck how I miss it
Wool over eyes complicit
On worst enemy, wouldn’t wish it
But kinda used now to the limits
Been told just not focused
But met so many just coping
Getting through or broken
Masked behind just joking
Living the dream slogan
While on their words, choking
We’re we maybe hoping
For something breaking this motion
Take us back to our paradise
So nice, I’ll live/leave it twice
Love the reasonable asking price
To satisfy my mind of peace
Bring me down, to my knees
Paradise, there’s no release
Ah, no release
Remember the golden age we lived?
Engorged and swollen in stiff outfits
Rigorous proof to see if we fit?
If we commit can never lose it
Thought on even footing we’re pit
Ever look down, why the floor so slick?
Skin and bone, not mortar and brick
I know you hate talking politics
Lost a job, many lost three
Please, take it back to our routine
So carefree, see how the head
will happily be an amputee
*We thank lucky stars simply alive
Looking at each other a little cockeyed
We scuttled back inside
All that security compromised
Now you see, along for the ride
Outside paradise given to the rat tide
These fuckers can’t get enough
What does that say about us?
Take us back to our paradise
So nice, I’ll live/leave it twice
Love the reasonable asking price
To satisfy my mind of peace
Bring me down, to my knees
Paradise, there’s no release
Ah, no release
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5. |
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Looking past my shoulder at the path left
Wonder if I did my best
Spent too much time counting beats in my chest
Is it racing?
Stumble around the room pacing, breaking character
Time to put something together
What does that say about us?
Constantly reminded it’s time to grow up
Yet a few generations too late to join the club
Our worth constantly trickling bottom-up
What are we putting away for? Rainy days?
Can barely afford to lock my door
Besides landlord always got a key or a court order
Rather see it bordered up then a human cared for
A breakfast so exquisite dropped me a tax bracket
For dinner, a single packed plastic wrapped carrot
Let it bob and weave, tired eyes can barely see
Chase with feet pounding, remain static
Taught through hard work, it would all be cinematic
But now caught off guard as ours times erratic
And any plans won’t survive, perhaps change tactic
Finally some time to be dramatic
Looking past my shoulder at the path left
Wonder if I did my best
Spent too much time counting beats in my chest
Is it racing?
Stumble around the room pacing, breaking character
Time to put something together
Running, running, running in my head
You’ve been lying, lying, lying this is it
I’ve been tirelessly grinding till my end
Now I’m tied up to mind until I’m dead
Am I the creator of my reality?
Can I be everything I want me to be?
If so why do I give all my power away
To these demons on my shoulders just wishing me pain?
I just numb myself with the dull and mundane
Introspection reveals to my membrane
Power belongs to the one who will break the chain
Oh maverick, god of gods
Rise up now, against all odds
Bare your soul,
Follow what it shows to you
At first reluctantly walk your path
But soon you’ll find the hourglass will drip fast
Happiness will last
Ink to the page, the verse, live the rehearse
Take the stage, find what we’re made of, from curse
To our love, find the glove that fits and believe in it
Find the absurd and commit
Live to teach & raise, or give birth to a golden age
Find space in your day, or maybe give way
Enjoy a cliche no matter how over played
Head out, enjoy some sun or some shade
Laugh at yourself or find what that means
I mean in this shit I believe, but I still find it cheesy
Just do what the fuck you please for me
Just do what the fuck you please for me
Just do what the fuck you please for me
My struggle with melody certainly an ego clambering for adoration right god damn now
A little time on my hands, I see less of a reflection with a raised eyebrow
Found a sense of bliss I've never known
The way the day breaks
The way the night sleeps
The way the time fades
The way we let go
The way we’re here
Even when we’re not near
Looking past my shoulder at the path left
Wonder if I did my best
Spent too much time counting beats in my chest
Is it racing?
Stumble around the room pacing, breaking character
Time to put something together
Looking past my shoulder at the path left
Wonder if I did my best
Spent too much time counting beats in my chest
Is it racing?
Stumble around the room pacing, breaking character
Time to put something together
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6. |
Molding the Clay
03:53
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Sitting atop an empty overpass
Passing thoughts of our future and past
Watching men that look like me light boosters
I wonder if it's the end or the start
Looking out across the world we molded in our image
Complete with our fears and our limits
I heard the speeches, I pricked my ears to listen
Great men telling of a future envisioned
Lay wishing, through a window behold the stars
When I was young, thinking they were ours
Or maybe I thought they were mine
What a laugh
Rising up steel and skeleton frames
Connected by the veins and wires
Climbing the spires and food chains
Rock and soil given birth to the gods
And gargoyles, interlocked with our toil
and sense of betrayal
Taking control, molding the clay
We’ll sit aloft our work and spoils one day
”Who are we to not get what we earned?”
He muttered, as it all burned
“Who are you?” She blurted, simply worded
”Who are the rest? Take a guess, just your best”
His hands trembling as he clawed at his chest, his skin
”I’m devine, true, deserving and pure”
She cried, “you’re lost, deceived and sick with no cure”
”You count your blessings and run”
He whimpered, “Are we not the towering ones?”
“Only to fall, may we live in the rubble” she said
“Would gods have been a little more humble”
From Lucas to Kubrick, I’m feeling lucid
With the swell of the music, like cupid
Nock a proton bolt to my chest
I’m feeling romantic
Living movie magic
Over again in my head
Blissfully living blind and deaf
If I want to be so optimistic
Time to get dramatic
A little extreme
Like they do on the movie screens
Fuck the small step at a time
One small step for who?
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7. |
Foundations
02:24
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A little tired of the cut throat
Can we get an ollyollyoxenfree
A second to breathe
Your ego running the booth
You need a truce
If you wanna endure
Always at war leaves destruction ensured
You muttered something about trenches
I’m only seeing warm benches
You’re peering through some bloody soaked lenses
I’m just questioning this tension
Best guess at your intention
Is solely for some mentions
You’re either running a muck
Or betting on blind luck
I just worked, never get in a rut
No writers block, no peacock
Put ten thousand hours down on the clock
So I can stand behind what I’ve got
Just a mindset, I knew nothing else
Just a lifestyle, never thought of wealth
Went full time from the outset
Hoping it’s a sure bet
You’re looking for your top placement
But where’s your foundation?
I’m looking at your bloody faces
And you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
You’re looking for your top placement
But where’s your foundation?
I’m looking at your bloody faces
And you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Rappers laughing, half the time, don’t bother plugging the mic in.
They’re searching for perfection
In project number one
They’re looking stunned
Can barely stand yet they’re trying to run
Found a self described poet teetering on stilts
Lost they’re balance when they reached for their hilt
I stood calmly, jump once to check what I’ve built
Steady as fuck, no wobble, no tilt, yah
Holding steady, hold the confetti, as i’ll admit
You need a machete for my discography
Through the thick of it I know some shit in there’s heavy
And every track a step, keep running cause standing still will prove deadly
And I fucking loved every second
Instead of second guessing, each fumble just another lesson
Looking back at the smoldering wreckage
And, well, I’m just loving the present
You’re looking for your top placement
But where’s your foundation?
I’m looking at your bloody faces
And you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
You’re looking for your top placement
But where’s your foundation?
I’m looking at your bloody faces
And you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
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8. |
Breaking a Wave
04:20
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A drop trickles down rock that mimics our image
One day a stream or sea, now simply testing limits
Each crack and crevice showing our vintage
With times passage and our absence, creations diminish
Our defiances of gravity, our worlds of fantasy
Prisons of insanity, and temples of majesty
Built by who and who for?
Gods or more?
Mortar and brick let them laugh in the face
Or perhaps in their eyes give chase
Stilts to the heavens, reach down to the peasants
Never hinting it’s an artist's impression
What are we, what are we building up there?
I can’t see the top from down here
What are we, what are we building up there?
I can’t see the top from down here
Icons and illusions break & fall to rapids
Our lavish halls but crumblings walls as their ravaged
These foundations held as long as they could manage
A machine inevitably left famished
Echoes of voices and loose paper fills the air
In and out doors, you are what you wear
Glass floors, don’t look down, slump in desk chairs
Another high riser going nowhere
Tarmac unbridled under images of idols
Set alongside your own blood rival
Now all just yet another river bed
Banks like veins to sky as it bled
Perhaps a beast will step fourth from the wreckage
Like a sampling from spent kindling step into the passage
No thought of honor, wonder or perfection
Just survival & connection
How will the land decide its existence
WIll it understand the steel and stone brilliance
Do we have faith in any resilience
Playing its part in a cycles fulfilment
A trickle now a roar cuts a course like engraved
Testament to time and decay
Eying dungeons to steeples, bastions and streets paved
Will anything here break a wave?
What are we, what are we building up there?
I can’t see the top from down here
What are we, what are we building up there?
I can’t see the top from down here
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9. |
A Reprise
03:25
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Drink ambidextrous
I neck this
Praying to god I forget this
Perspective
Is infectious
Living the routine is hellish
Something is disconnected
Where the fuck are we headed?
A voice in my head is screaming
And now I’m getting the meaning
“Let me take me the reigns”
“Sick of watching this pained
Look on our face”
And old fuck giving chase in a young mans race
I’m taking my place
It’s a reprise now open your eyes
I’ve been up inside your skull
Like captain at the helm of this hull
You’ve been questioning the waters
I’ve been looking at the former
Mirrors of yourself
Blessings of the youths wealth
Rosy cheek, knees weak
For the way the world creeks
And breaths with the trees
That the blood simply feeds
The darkest of days
Found deep in story books
Teach a lesson but took nothing
You were shook but still breathing
Now gasping
Like a wooden puppets unmasking
Cold eyes
Seen the terror below the skies
Can you rummage down and find
anything resembling life
Am I piloting a husk a far cry
From existence
Just listen
Fuck this condition
That child’s vision for the future your mission
Still
A reprise
A return to form
Blink, stretch and rise
Blink, stretch and rise
A reprise
A return to form
Blink, stretch and rise
Blink, stretch and rise
Day break through dark clouds
Like your eyes through this shroud
The crowds marching and repeating
But this time with quite a different feeling
A rhythm of the drum beating
Familiar like a heartbeat, feel the ground quiver
A cacophony of pillars coming down
Looking around, you recognize the image?
Perhaps something that a younger self envisaged
Wide eyed, looking to buy time
Past by, slept to the lullaby
Just slide, within past reside, now
Untied, unable to hide
So you rise
Wave the cynics goodbye
A reprise
A return to form
Blink, stretch and rise
Blink, stretch and rise
A reprise
A return to form
Blink, stretch and rise
Blink, stretch and rise
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10. |
Just a Scratch
02:49
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Who’s knocking at the door with a rap?
Scream, you can’t catch
Barely a scratch, just a badge
Know I’m still no match
As the curtains come down
Who’s knocking at the door with a rap?
Scream, you can’t catch
Barely a scratch, just a badge
Know I’m still no match
As the curtains come down
Is this verse dying before it wakes?
I’ll tell of fear that I can’t fake
Or hide away from
Tell me something’s wrong?
I mean, no, tell me I’m alright
Tell me I’m alright, tell me I’m alright
Tied in twisted bed sheets
A racing mind that makes terrified leaps
Ridden white horse, always creeps
Finds me still in my sleep
Now death, not trying hide
And yet, I’m mortified
Rot in the flesh and mind
If not dead, paralyzed
Maybe a legacy not realised
Or the fact that a celebrations hard to find
Rather make a kink of the morbid
Fuck I know we all did
Perhaps as I’ve never really faced death,
I prie my knowledge from perversions
In games, tv and films acclaimed
Prime time news just the bloody the same
Who am I to blame?
We just want to hear our name
See our likeness shot and framed
If I die before that, what a shame
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
Who’s knocking at the door with a rap?
Scream, you can’t catch
Barely a scratch, just a badge
Know I’m still no match
As the curtains come down
Who’s knocking at the door with a rap?
Scream, you can’t catch
Barely a scratch, just a badge
Know I’m still no match
As the curtains come down
Maybe I want to hear the words
“Weeks to live”, I know that’s absurd
Make theatre of the curse
Want to shape the world
Fly with birds know wealth was earned
Anything to take the pressure
Knowing that it wasn’t I’m a lesser
Odds insurmountable
Can’t be held accountable
“Anything is possible” terrifies me like
I’m alright, tell me I’m alright, tell me I’m alright
Gotta find my place in a cycle
Let something die, join topsoil
Find your altitude but you’ll come down
Treat every sound like a child
Let these lessons compile
If I die before that, what a shame
What a shame
What a shame
Who’s knocking at the door with a rap?
Scream, you can’t catch
Barely a scratch, just a badge
Know I’m still no match
As the curtains come down
Who’s knocking at the door with a rap?
Scream, you can’t catch
Barely a scratch, just a badge
Know I’m still no match
As the curtains come down
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11. |
Drop In the Tide
02:09
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Got caught peering through venetians
Watching humanity just hit teething
Enjoy my imagination
Dreaming all this time it’s seeming
Turn back to my central heating
Is that floorboard a touch uneven?
How can I change tomorrow?
Killed every succulent that I’ve owned
But look at our host
Dragged from pillar to post
Through our beliefs and lies
Ironically along for the ride
Do I really have agency?
Please take away my autonomy
So I can wine about reality
And just enjoy the hyperbole
Keep running
Any blood on my hands?
Well nothing I can see
But I taste it between my teeth
Between lines in my news feed
All this ra ra ra, lingual magic woven like ta da
I blink, miss it, so bla bla, straight facts laughable, ah ha ha
I live life bizarre as I like disconnected from afar
A study cherry picked so my dogma stands with my avatar
My ego inflated, elated is the child inside thinking I made it
Debating skills over education, auto win, can’t be persuaded
I get to live an illustration
Act so damn animated
What a beautiful terrifying world
That I know all too well
Alright, switch so I get this shit
Trying to fight often makes me sick
Easier to be a hypocrite
Easy enough to quit
Alright, a message to myself
Slow path out of this hell
Just start, you’re doing it well
A good place is show and tell
I’m one step away from complicity
One step, one step now we’re running see?
Don’t need every answer or key
A drop in the tide, not the sea
Keep running
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12. |
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I need a thrill
Go in for the kill
My love for you my will
Fear and doubt distilled
Now flammable, so fill my cup
Half empty, might erupt
But I never get enough
Every word or jab on the tab
just run it up
Where’s the breaking point
Cough it up
Show off or up?
Enjoying that glow
If we’re burning it down now
Enjoying that glow
Enjoying that glow
If we’re burning it down now
Enjoying that glow
Can’t do it solo
If we’re burning it down now
Hope it burns slow
Enjoying that glow
I’ll hold the nail with my palm impaled
With a sharp inhale when you bring the hammer back
Then switch cause you always see different details
Yet we both failed to ever see those cracks
Soft light fairytale like veil get the look just right
Close our door and we’ll keep that latched
Our walls of kindling stacked up
Call it a home, light the match
Haven’t slept for weeks or a lifetime
The heat at my heels I can get behind
Anything to take my autonomy
Maybe just waiting for my demise
I”ll just demonise as I realise
Only appetite is to dramatize
Keep this shit polarized
I just wanna feel alive
I just wanna feel alive
I Just wanna feel alive
So burn this house down with us inside
Was I looking for Mr right?
Did I size her up for a fight?
Then act surprised when it sets alight
I’ll probably be alright
The flames look so good at night
Enjoying that glow
If we’re burning it down now
Enjoying that glow
Enjoying that glow
If we’re burning it down now
Enjoying that glow
Can’t do it solo
If we’re burning it down now
Hope it burns slow
Enjoying that glow
How that flare fills the night
Something there feels so right
Wanna take you down with me
I’m not fooling around
Wanna burn you down with me
Ashes on the ground
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13. |
In Our Image
02:43
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Metropolis holding its breath
Watch baby’s first timid steps
A dance with life and death
What will we come up with next
Tears in our eyes
Like a mother realised
Did our lives lead to this moment
Man we wish it was frozen
Relish in the pride
With ego alive
Yet on the cusp of suicide
Can we survive
Or just the guide
Taking the hand
So it can stand
A gesture so grand
Cursing ourselves, oh goddamn
You’ve done it now
Hear the row
Coming from the crowd
Yeah we vowed
It would always bow to us
So place the trust
Is it treasonous when our creation
Deems us superfluous.
Best put our trust in the rust
Where are we heading?
What’s left for us?
Table scraps and a last gasp
Best put our trust in the rust
Put our trust in the rust
I can’t trust you
No tooth decay
No off days
You’re out of the way, not in my face
Take such little space!
Where’s your dream home?!
Sticks and stones, picking bones
Overdue loans, crowded cells
And dusty thrones
You’ll never know the relief to simply breathe
Never get a rush from life when you bleed
Feel sick and tired after a good feed
Or only understand you’re prison once you are freed
Now wait a minute…
Now wait a minute...
Who the fuck I’m fighting here?
Or for? My puppeteer of a peer?
Am I a career cashier but never pocket?
Then told to keep this shit modest
Where are we heading?
What’s left for us?
Table scraps and a last gasp
Best put our trust in the rust
Put our trust in the rust
Eyes on a potential evolution
Is it a reflection, in our image
Perhaps even continuation
From the ash in the ground
Life turns around
Shackles unbound
Couldn't breathe the air
That seems fair
The way we’re acting without a care
Hopes and prayers
Copings rare
I’ll just stare through this crack
Hope this step brings us back
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Rhath Melbourne, Australia
Rap - Hip-hop - Melbourne
Australian rapper, producer and performer working under the name Rhath making
dark, introspective & lyrical hip-hop.
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