git drunk spit funk lyricalities swingin like tit crunk
gotta find some cash to share, p,
so i can shout you for a change, bloody mary,
when you workin next or shirkin text
me and i'll be lurking wreckt returning perplexed
tryin to lift this hurtin hex
with a spurting becks and a certain burping finness
with an irking breathe to confess
everytime i converse with the pest and
apex at the pub with a pidgeon on my crest
see you in the mess smartly dressed.

i excell coz sex sells,
in demand like pet-rol,
just joshin nudge nudge,
line crossin to bring out the judge
and high horse hippo-critics,
im acidic when i spit this.
when they make the verdict
on my conscience and word trick,
they better be squeeky clean,
-you heard this?
finger pointers better
get a-
clean mirror before they send a
letter to the editor.
im a debter to the crediter,
i try to keep humble, light tredder,
i dont throw the first punch verbally,
i keep it self defense, most certainly.
im always ready to defend my view
coz i know my intentions are pure and true.
word

Laneous & The Family Yah


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17 Nov 2008 03:50 AM

sounds ripper, gum blood dripper,
do it with energy like a young snapper wipper.
i got raps spuin out my heart hole,
that one from cupids bow, ya know,
talk to leeni, tell her we're keeni,
and we'll make more cuts that sweeney.
then exit the building cleanly,
have enough cash for a vegi panini
or vagi punani an a bottle of booze,
talk to her soon coz ya snooze ya loose
coz theres only a fews gigs left in the year.
i took long to reply coz i was emailing my greatest fears.
cheers

Body:


Dear Laneous

I
am writing to address the issue of the unrealistic and highly
inappropriate demands that you have made of my (many & sexy) staff
of Late.

Specifically, I refer to your comments RE per diems, broken hotel televisions and Blue M&M's.

Whilst
we at BirdFire endorse a healthy diet of Debauchery and Destruction and
encourage our artists to openly and frequently apply the principles of
sex, drugs and rock'n'roll to their daily lives, I detest your
expectation that we will oblige in behaving towards you like an actual
"record" company.

We may have a nice logo and an email address
but believe me son, the buck stops there. Welcome to 2009. If you want
to eat Blue M&M's and trash TV sets, you better get a Twitter
account and an I-phone. Coz the kids don't care buddy.

Please
flick me an email from your Hit record makin asshole if you wish to
discuss this further. Otherwise, hurry the fuck up and finish your
record so I can make you rich.

Kind Regards

Record Company

its been a year since skitL departed (3/3/8) and fittingly in accordance to the laws of balance, the tragedy injected all she touched with beauty in the way of her art and a delirious colourful memory of her that you can see in the eyes of her friends and family. she recently had an exhibition in west end showing a large sellection of her work and it was absolutely devine. she was always adventuring passionately thru art by learning all sorts of techniques and using incredible mediums and textiles. i have a small collection of her works in my skitL photo album ( amoungst photos of her) that you should check out, but it hardly does as much justice to her work as seeing it in raw life, but hopefully there will be another showing of her work soon. support local art because there really is immortals among us, and just because they're not in the art almanach doesnt mean they couldnt be.

SI

1 Sep 2008 11:45 PM..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

brarupruprup wots the song cloud 9 shiner? richochet of the soul blast on tha exo-skeloten
ask me anythin?
anytime i tell you i'm better than
mr lameass & the fannysnare
i don't care
& i ain't there to lissen to your soft crying girl voice hissin
nibbles be dribblin up in the brisvague circuit
damm shoe shiner can't deal with the 'burn circus
you heard o us?
we murder the fuzz
and take the static
freak the frequencies
empty your ears like the house of an addict
boy you bedda panic
i'm cursin storms and melly rain on your city of silly sap sunshine
slap the tan from your faces & put sum culture in your grime

 

 

LANE 

4 Sep 2008 12:47 PM

burn circus burn in the fire of your tung,
i coff citysoot like you for brekfist from a blacklung,
culture? yeah we got felafels.
you preachin? i can only hear the muffler muffles.
i shoe shine ya 2 timen new hyman boots shammy shimmy.
who knows how it done? si philis & carlos-timmy.
your rain curse worked and now the streets cleaner, grass greener,
no need to be a dump-star gleaner.
coz fruit trees are fruitfullee lining the footpath,
tamarind and passion fruit would clear up ya soot fast.
your words are herd thick and viscous,
but i know you just miss this.

 

SI

4 Sep 2008 12:52 PM

miss nothin
you a mistress punnin
i run mistresses like the cunning linguist put the sun in the sky, and the son in her eye
i never lie, down, with a clown like place
everyone be asking whys briz even get a taste?
she a dumb blonde,
even you are a big fish in that small as fuck pond
might sound wrong
even little off
but melbournes the pimp and briz is the trick gone soft

 

LANE

 

4 Sep 2008 01:04 PM

you got a whole bunch of insecurities,
the flurides gone to ya head of impurities.
have you seen the sun lately,
you ever ask "why does it hate me?"
try pimpin or gardning without a hoe.
smelbone is old and we prime'n dont you you know.
dont come to me with your melanin lack, spella-nin wack,
i know a street down there you can 2 kinds of crack.
wanna map?

 

SI

4 Sep 2008 1:16 PM

i outta Peter Beattie with your own tongue
i ain't ever seen nobody with a sense of freedom
up in that redneck wonderland
i done my wanderin days, but i sure as fuck glad i left that stoner haze of brisvaugeness
i won't go there if you paid us
not that anyone gets paid
is sun rays all you got?
"bris tuff ain't got nothing better to do"
that hit the bottle and rot
piss in the pot & call hot
uh ,did you forgot everyone comes to burn cause we're all that your not...
productive, competetive, not a 30 degree sedative
world reknown, for more than just a Fanning sound
you better get off your little silver spoon fed cloud 9
put your chips on the table & cross the interstate line

 

 

LANE

4 Sep 2008 01:51 PM

get a latte, or a yerba marte,
coz im standing up wind so i cant smell your artay fartay.
you chicken behind the sartay,
ooh so bla-zay, we like to partay.
you cultya, we red neck hicks?
your land is whiter than the underside of my dick.
smelbone got nuffin better to do than smell your own poo,
you street bubblegum on the bottom of my shoe.
i cant shoot the breeze, got better things to do.
bigger fish to fry in this small pond than you.

 

SI

4 Sep 2008 6:00 PM

whatchyo got to fry?
fish n chips from the ipswich bitch?
the scum of the Valley be the apple of your eye
de-generates with psuedohippie parents is your flock Lock, stop the ad-hock mock version of d'angelo wearin a frock,
yo aint got soul jus cause you got no socks,


get that bubblegum out your mouth
we spit fluid & shit solids down south
we the bubble gum?
you the one makin pop
how can you even see the underside of your cock
when you cant even lift it cause you hittin the rot
quit the ocker shock tatics, take a berrocca sober up and stop the bombastic spastic raggawannabemuffin got nuffin lovin up the birds & the bees tourin all over but still got no leads
stick to singin n'sync and leave the rest to real mc's

 

 

LANE

8 Sep 2008 03:08 PM

what a come back, im comin back on island time
coz i dont spend my life on the internet line,
its a shame when the only real people in the vacinity
are on your computer direct corro from ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />brisbane city.
if a "real" mc is up they own arse call me unreal,
im an onion make you cry when i unpeel.
im growing expedentially, soon not eventually,
your lovers always wunda why at the climax you mention me.

he nipple tweeks, speaks circus freq flow,
step right up and see the beat gen tribute show!
he dances, he prances, he flashes gasious glances,
he rants, hes rancid, hes got all of the answers,
he might even hand down your pants's, whats the chances,
infectious, cancerous with fantomous advances.
hes a "real" mc, a "real" mc.
with substance you can feel, mc.
a "real" mc, real like leather,
hes better than you and me put together.
and quite patriotic to the point of dangerous si-chotic,
breathe breathing the same toxic
air as o belov'd melbourne,
"this city speaks to me-smelling.
"

 

LANE

9 Sep 2008 01:52 PM

well?
what, you in shock?
no response from the poet thats more boho than sports girl stock?

 

 

SI

9 Sep 2008 6:46 PM

i gots better things to do a monday night squire
i know you probably tending to your dazy flock sheepishly at the shire,
this msg'll be quick cause i got another place to be
it's hard work being an m.c
about emcee's, well you miss-understood
let me smack that blah blah from your lips
before you polish your wood,
if poetry falls in the 'Forest' and no-ones around to hear does anyone really care...
only if the craziest mista mista lany-any-brainy-ous is there
representin the rizzim & welly welly angels falling, teardrops calling, oohhh....ooohhh...yeah yeah yeh yea yea......yo yo...

whoa, is that lockie?
hey is he alright...
is he sleepin....ooh no no he dancin...
oh yeah he holdin his liver out for ransom.
he gonna get platinum for battlin with his teapot rhyme rattlin
who's fatter than him?
..everyone..not a jazz diet of tofu & coopers
jumpin through distribution hoops & don't even get me started about management
shit, how'd they ever learn to manage men
did i challenge them
oh but tic tac toe, beddi bee bup boo ba doody do dat bibbi bee bibbi be bibbi bee ba bup boo
stick to skatting the cat in me take out your tongue and you be blabbering more than the phantom clout you fathom,
don't forget your world ain't the only thin that turns, go back to sleep kid lay down your arms Mr Burns

 

 

LANE

10 Sep 2008 04:45 PM

hahaha. i laugh outloud and in typing,
wish i could see your face, we should be skyping.
although i got this pretty little profile pic
for inspiration while i type and hold my.....
tongue, you like to touch it like youre curious, cat,
you to busy getting milk from every flat
to m.c, scratchin them flees,
catchin them disease, shit dont worry bout me
and my diet, you drink, you fry it,
you smoke the whole city, heavy shit, yeah i tried it.
you young upstart, you, young dum and full of cum,
i might be old, smithers, but not as old as some,
not as old as youll be, 3 yrs after you read
my eulogy, pretend to kiss me in my open coffin stealing my
jewellery.

 

 

SI

10 Sep 2008 7:44 PM

what jewels, the family-yah jewels?
them nuts in your blah blah
if & when you die from an o.d
and i'm the last one to ha-ha
it'll be at the cardboard box they had to barter for,
tradeing everyting you ever wrote & drew for scrap-dunny paper,
coz if money makes the world go round,
to move you need to ask you manny for a favour,

whats your bloggin slobberin about the smog in our countrys beating diamond heart?
you seen the blister romp boom of whitetrash yuppie picket lanes in in your own backyard?

but this ain't about the turf
whether we got the booty & you ain't even got a curve
who has the bigger party & who don't know how to surf,
don't debate the obvious lauchlan your gettin more cred than you deserve.
more than your worth
i hear you knocked out a kid with you big head all the way in perth
take a second serve from my dripless icecream,
wipe your mouth like momma told you
swallow like the truth they sold you
to give you the idea you were a biggy
coz they use that shit to control you!

sukka, buck grovelin,
sip suck swallowin, wallowin in the witchin hours,
bitchin how the show shoulda been ours,
can't impress your girl can't even buy her flowers,
a bag a skin and bones if i ever did see,
itsy bitsy moblowfo
your only full o steam to pump up ya ego

 

 

LANE

11 Sep 2008 02:32 PM

Do you need a hug? A rub? Some genuine love?
You tense and I think you think about me way too much.
Shucks. Just let the love freeflow, cheecho.
You really know how to pamper my ego.
Talkin bout touchin my jewels like that,
Always willing to swallow what I spat.
Lets not compare size of egos, man, I lostya.
What, you want me to cry on your sholda bout my bad postya?
Keep it comin huff puffin & sprayin like a tom cat,
My massively huge ego is much tuffer than that

 

 

 

Laneous and the Family-yah has spawned a fresh new release like tsss. its a pre-release for the album coming soon. it features Pesto, Kel, Rainman, the strings of the west end chamber orchestrah, the extended Family-Yah choir and much more. woh. you can probably find it at the shire on russell st if you live in bris. if not.... too bad. or contact me. lane.

man, im inlove with old roland juno's (6, 60, 106, j'you know.) i look them up on e-bay and nearly cry. ive never been a tech geek til juno came into my life. if anyone wants to sell one for under 500 bucks, i'll take it. i know im dreaming but its worth a try. theyre all over america really cheap but the shipping costs more than the juno itself. anyway, i really just wanted to document my incredible passionate love in my loins for juno.

woh. yeah. the album is released in august. its epic. 8 piece string section on a few trax, tabla by dheeraj on a couple of trax, huge allstar backup singing section including troy and trev, mikki ross, kel, kristen haynes, georgia potter, hayden from dubdoubt. also the album features heaps of kick-arse brizzy mc’s. yuin huzami’s on the piece, skinz markus, surreal, pesto and others. shit. not to mention other unmentionable epic stuff. one day we might remember to put it in the shire and butter beats and stuff. lane

what shout? lane working on a new album larger than the previous?

yes. a new laneous project in the making, featuring the family-yah. a little bit of raw-cuss, a bit of jah-gun, and of course some urban sound emissions. check rudecat records or the shire at the end of the year. blah.