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Back To The Form
01:05
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So this is what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna
Bring it back to the form, back to the form, yeah we bring it back
A little taste of what’s coming up, what you’re in store for
You know, older techniques, makin it new again
Sample, cut that shit up off the pads
You know bang it back
Trigger style so we get that trigger old school feel
We know where it’s goin, you know where it’s headin
Back to the form, back to the form, yeah we bring it back
PadKontrol, Castel, get that sound control, that real shit, real dirty
Slavin at home on the beats, tryin to get this out
Spent every cent that I got on nothing but music
Give a fuck about anything else
Bring it back to the form, back to the form, yeah we bring it back
Yeah, lets do it!
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All New Light
03:59
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Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re in for a special treat, make no mistake
It’s the perfect channel, feature program
You’ve just tuned into the stories of Castel
Listen, this is my mics tale
I was born in 97 N S Wales,
stale spot on the rack no heaven just a dusty shelf
My face pale, no recollection of conception,
I’ll hale the first face whoever shows me affection
a skinny kid on a Lismore street, all I had to do was peak
bright sun glimmer and reflect it in his soul
he set his sights high, he required the right
to express what he wrote in his writes
Finally I’d found my father, my package discarded
Shine of my chrome twinkled harder on the retina of my owners dome
A martyr, he recited rhythmic letters at home
Dude did his homework spoke to me like a phone till he had foam
Frothen from the mouth he was zoned
A mishap smashed teeth, now he need a loan
To cap a crown, a chipped tooth you know aint a stone
His capillaries shattered, snap celery stoked
Fires energy roamed, remedy style original sewn
Who would have known but here we are though, yo
(Chorus)
This is the story bout a mic way back in the day
The fable rested on the fact that his owner had paid
Life dues to spit prolific magic rhymes
Content derived from horrific tragic times
Light through air waves, past the bland haze
He and his mic formed a pact the rock the band stage
First music education
Introduced to heavy metal, my capsule was thrown
Like a spaceship breakin mach 3, an arrow bein bowen
from stage to stage I projected a blaze
horrific screams through my grill this man Dane was slave ……driver
Ball and chain my mic chord slayed, I need a break
This battle botched, I need a new date
Blood on my body babe, freedom fighter freaked out
Swan dive in rage, fighter heat full of flame
My owners neck ripped with scratch blood, bouncer detains
Back stabbin in the shadows away from the rays
The band breaks up then the dream just fades
I was forced to hibernate wishin visionary days were on
Back in my case, stark sight, long dark lonely nights
Held myself tight full of fear, no warm gear
My metal frosted clear, it was over!
Go so, go so, go peak
He’d figured it out the direction we’d be spittin in
Dynamic duo better than ever I leak through speakers
My owner proud clever with my signal flow feature
Castel wearin a headset like sneakers
Poetics placed rhyme schemes delivered seamlessly
Frenetic flows that go so in tune with the rhythm of a beat being blown
No more manic melt downs crisis averted
All new shows, the man has all new flows, a curtain
Lifted, dreams ignite once again
To spit prolific magic rhymes and ascend
Turn to blowin minds, crowds full of cheer
People formin lines just to come and hear
The (all new light in)
His lyrical spears like bamboo sticks piercing your ears
Burn char kinetic, so you know we’re here
We know we’re here now, you know we’re here now
Chorus
Castel, it’s my mics’ tale!
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3. |
Round Again
04:09
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Yeah yeah, this is the nt2a check, check 1
A parable lives in my mind, collect the debt thick
Heavy weight like blue mammal in moby dick
Sharp whitted symbol like Pitt
Climbin bean stalks bigger than Jack
Figure the fact from fiction
It’s sometimes hard to decide
While layin ill over the beat
Not like sick patients
A dude splittin his lip from spitin full weight and
Theres no vacance, tryin to make it apparent
Stressed and confused like the foster parents
I’m wearin a fine classic design style
File me by the pile of winners on trial
Makein them beats worth while
Thrown them fuckers in the trash pile
Those who have non versatile content from which to speak on
We peak on speakers, DB features,
leakin power volts out the wall, we seek and
destroy, throwin em over the back
new poison plots with old grit, stacked up to make a seasoned track.
(Chorus)
Back round again, back round again
Come back, come back round again
Dirty beats, back round again
Old school shit come back round again
Reflect the real back round again.
Fuck Young Divas and Fuck Aus Idol
Need more decipals to shoot lyrical rifles
Receive a slug in the brain
Shower word bullets like rain, the force of Mcbane pumps back
Shootin you poachers from the platter
Takin the cake and makin music that doesn’t matter
Yeah, you slack as a matador
Fuck a whole country up like Exxon Oil did to Ecuador
How many be in the same boat? Feelin like I feel
jugular caught, slashed throat throwin
over board like Indoes, guard boarders like gringos
stray string goes, flow fly like flamingoes
A Fist Full of Rages’ Steal
92 debut, churnin a wheel against the motion of the machine
Deemed to be a clash so this notion will smash
Straight through the eyes of the feeble
Chorus
Don’t sulk, stand up, fortify your manner
Glorify my band, we hulk like Eric Banner
No one would even mention that your style is controlled
Hole in your product mould, your label is sold……out
Paper fold in the pocket for gold
Trick a platinum album check sale down for the old
Dinosaur pushin buttons, your diggin a hole
Nose runny, flu bound yo you catchin a cold
a virus end, a virus end
Repair for the fair yeah ya hearin the sound
Garlic lemon honey juice squeeze throatin it down
I need your help, now choose which side is the right
And we’ll fight till the end of the light, yeah
Chorus
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Searching
03:40
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Somewhere, searching
Searching through the forest I see nothing but honesty
Free the mind and chill back to now, I try constantly
To switch the cortex, we ride on the front of the push
All time, sit on cushions and shush
For a second, open your mind
Read signs like omens got limited time
If you’re ready to expand follow me for the trip
Loosen grips then sip on the spiritual hit
When the wick’s lit candle stick shine
Time to harpoon the heavy matter, beat fat and we fly
Peer in windows for new view, do with what we got
Clocks tickin revolution of the sun blot is hot
Cut the key for the lock, dream is destiny but many forgot
And forget treble clef with alphabet make beautiful thread
Add a little duet, now mood change like the sunset
Chorus
(Neha) Somewhere I will see
(Castel) Take the scene set high so we push for the ride
(Neha) Somewhere I will see it, the new now.
Everything, everything feels hollow without connection, connect
Umbilical stretch, feed the flex I bet
you won’t regret when you get the right mind set
what gives worth? The birth of a moment!
We’re honing like a missile in air just to be shown a moral code
And write ethic reps in a flow, want me to show
I’m searching for the positive growth, my people (my people)
Sequels in the coming years determine the smile or tears
We equal embrace your peers
Eliminate deceitful gears, get clear, the sheer volume of it all
Pass Pythagoras hear music of spheres, get weird
Come on, push the envelope, thought that is free
Give me the wheel I steer you sit back and just breathe
Search connect re establish the step
Reiterate the right message so we’re down for the next
I checked the specs, this is what you need to stop the bleed
Reflect like the sunset
Chorus
(Neha)
Something has opened up and I feel it coming over me
Something has opened up and I’m breathin, yeah, I’m breathin now
Something has opened up and I feel it coming over me
Come back and bring me home
Yeah, that’s cool, it’s laid back
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5. |
Particle Stare
03:46
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We took a sunset view
Sparkle lit spree runnin the breeze
Finally free, got a scope on the future to be
With you and the feed
Is non stop pop to the top of the shock
Smile scene release dream start stunning and beam
Highest points where your mind can just gleam
Got a steady heavy heart steam
Sugar for you I’ll be cream
Seen sad shit pourin in streams a bad theme
Kitten make it clear, a pleasure to see
Read these words I heed to the fact
In this world it’s a gift to ever feel it in tact
Looking forward to every breathe I see you take in your step
Yeah, together’s meant to be like melodies on a clef
Like kissing clouds you say, similar lips
Fine wine givin sip, recline the right way getting to strip
Spine sway, pure state while we play
Best sex, non rest and request a song set
Chorus
(The first time) We took a sunset view I knew you were one to persue
Glisten in the air like our New Farm particle stare
Cross dimension, connection, I mention the rest when
Face to face millimetres apart
I smell the scent of your skin and feel the beat of your heart
Glisten in the air like our New Farm particle stare
Feels right, start a journey and share
Takin new frames make the machine snap
Capture moments stature with my Kodak
Take it to print, now we got proof
Shakin inside how I got to
Heart on the line but sign do show who
I should proceed to, lady it’s you
I’ll be the first there front of the line just to be true
Earth cycle, gaze at orbit of the moon
Hands lock unison, sparkles fly and we glue
Sunshine eye to sunflower through
Shade of your lashes, the flash soon recaptures
Another moment that we spend in this time
I wouldn’t want another other to be written in rhyme
That’s my style loyalty plus a T for the Trust
Must believe I never deceitfully cheat for the lust
That’s really just how it is, from my soul it’s a script
A 36 zero degree spin to fit
(See the design)
See the design first nine of June prime
Combine and on the tenth I vent givin you all mine
I spent nine lives waitin for right kinds
It meant you were sent to compose me
Chorus
Sparkle lit spree
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6. |
Stories From The Bridge
03:54
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Stories from the Bridge high burn
World turnin’ and people hurtin’ need to be heard
Nightly news team, beam research report
Call made international instant message is sort
After by the wheel churnin’ out the money for talk
A hundred thou dead, bled, next package is broad cast
Faster than last century data could blast
Part cold class, how we like the drama to spark.
Channel switch, contrast poor to rich
Hollywood media dyke yappin’ to fix fame
Lame takes with no one to blame
But herself for the things she had to do in the game
Where’s your brain or did your proper thought retract
Slack personal battles by the cattle that pack
Peer pressure lonely measure, fluent flu it spreads
The bridge bellows by another story begins
(Pre) War torn earth, green faded
Mine product, boost stock, company weighted
Hospital sick kids, politic fibs
The gap burns bigger with the poor and the rich
(Chorus)
(Beamed out, stories from the bridge) I remember
Tales linger longer gonna turn and send a message hit back
Think of all the shit inside the world
And be happy that for right now ya still in your world
I met a guy with a severed eye knowin’ he was bout to die
Sayin’ to appreciate your time so I hold it close
Every heart beat, whether it’s steep or flat
Keepin’ it cheap’ll only cheat you in the trap.
Night and day, most of the coast strangled by storm communication delayed
Liquid descend and shower to mend
Hydrogen two oxygen stew leant
Reflourish sweet south east corner of state
QLD John Schluter weather wet at his feet
Hectopascal, barometric pressure decrease
Back to Kay with a plasma disaster treat
Imagine pristine weather, cirrus cloud wave
Smeared tether from the sun and it’s flame
Distant set, take the scope, size great claim
Stalk and perch prey upon rocks like a crane
Canary island explode to atom react shame
Foreign ruler reign southern hemispherical frame
Pacific stripped, pointless aim, horrific hit
I wonder why we trip and why the hell do we do this shit.
(Pre)
Next glance Nikkei to Nasdaq,
finance statistic trippin on a bad track
Sad sack, I should have invested in gold,
sold my soul for a bullion cube money evolve
share price two points up now six points down
who really gives a fuck if you’re stressin the pound or dollar
wallowin’ pity maybe the city stiff collar swallowed your house
strip back debt following frown.
(Chorus)
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