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Lyrics
[Verse]
Red dirt veins, pumping through my shoes,
Cane toads hopping where the danger brews.
Sun-baked wrath, shadows sharp as knives,
Outback whispers where the silence thrives.
Boomerang spinning, it don’t forget,
Every toss a promise, every loss a debt.
Kangaroo stance, fists clenched to fight,
Every dune a kingdom, every man his right.
[Chorus]
The motherland calls, my slice, my claim,
Through the dust and the heat, I’m carving my name.
Passive in the tone, but the fire’s in the frame,
Survival ain’t a game, survival ain’t a game.
[Verse 2]
Storm clouds cracking like a whip in the sky,
The rain’s overdue, but it’s shy, so shy.
A land so cruel, it breeds the tough,
The kind that smiles when the times get rough.
Sandpaper tongue, words coarse and mean,
Talk’s a weapon when the fight stays unseen.
Spiders in the corners, snakes in the grass,
Trust no shadow, friend or outcast.
[Bridge]
Barbed wire fence dreams, they keep us contained,
But every man’s a cyclone, breaking what’s chained.
Emu strides forward, never back to retreat,
We reclaim what’s ours, with the rhythm of feet.
Details
GeneratedNov 23, 2025
Duration1:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, male vocals, gritty, sharp percussive hits, fast-paced, layered synths over heavy bass, grime
Credits
Prompt bySolarMan
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Fast vocals Survivalist Aussie grime rap about the motherland and reclaiming our individual piece, subtle danger, passive aggressive Real rap, rap
