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Stream Of Nonsenseness

by Average Rap Band

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Ed Brosch
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Ed Brosch My god, Tom Scott if you ever see this, you are the most talented lyricist I have ever heard. Never stop, keep stealing from the supermarket if you have to. Also what's with all the great @peace tracks I can play on Youtube but cant find anywhere else?
Really want to download Home, Cake, Be Like and Sky is Falling. Help me out here bro! Favorite track: Good Dudes.
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yort Loving the sound of the majority of this release, Long Snooze has to just be a cut above the rest though - amazing track. Brings back that old Homebrew sound with the smooth jazz vibes mixed in. Favorite track: Long Snooze.
Billy Lewis
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Billy Lewis ARB, @Peace and Homebrew are literally my 3 favourite artists/groups of all time. Cannot get enough of Tom & his crazy flow, PLEASE never stop making music. NZ proud x Favorite track: Long Snooze.
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1.
Mother Mary 04:05
MOTHER MARY. VERSE ONE. hash tag / haz eats / track pants / crap sneaks rap geek / tag team / from that band at peace bag of bad afghan and black hashish banging fat back band and gap band 3 fuck a plan put it up on band camp free don’t spam no man my fans are the family give a damn how nice you are if it’s a wack beat these dudes softer than their grand dad’s ass cheeks peace to my brother harry, lucky lance, chucky berry compared to us they just hilarious they nothing near me you can’t be fucking serious. i mean, you buzzing, really? come on, give it up already for the love of mother mary jesus enough with that hippie act you ain’t living that life. give the bindi back your shit is wack like a sticker on a fitted cap sounding something like nickleback. if they rapped your shit is wack. and that’s cold, but it’s a fact fuck it who gives a crap. your chick is fat kiss her kitty cat matter of fact lick her crack stick a finger in her stinky gap. your shit is that. puss. you the fuck’s still listening to trap? you still got that little titititi shitty hat? you couldn’t tickle my sack with those drums personally i like it better when they don’t thump peace to our young, gifted and broke bums raised by our drunk dads and our stoned mums used to roll the spots up on the stove once and i still do, unless we got enough to roll blunts and i’m still brew even though it’s been a whole month since i had a bump i’m still down, i’m no monk it’s just, i don’t wanna be the only old drunk cunt sitting at the bar alone with no no one nah, that’s no fun, i’m bout to have a son raise him up in avondale where i got the flow from that’s a home run, even if the doe don’t come i sold the show out and i never sold my soul once VERSE TWO so what you trying to do man that shit ain't nothing new  sick of all of you hipster dudes spitting and your shitty crews shit is pitiful made me have to pack my shit and move playing bitches brew on the plane while they listen to the new who ever the fuck and now you're making that shit bruv you made an EP and claimed it to be classic but that shit was average and its just the facts you should be happy not to have had your head smashed in or your bags grabbed when you flashing your re-up you need to ease up that arrogance will get you beat up surprised it hasn't happened but stranger thing have and I know what goes around comes around like the planets so Im not worried let the universe do it's work I’m just here to do mine and then return to the dirt the nothingness that I was born of before long I'll be reunited with then all this is all gone and good riddance I need distance as it is give a shit if you listen still be spitting sipping gin still persistent with the pen indifferent to what is said by some critics who never did shit but sit up at the desk  with a shoebox full of broken dreams in the bottom draw dudes who never did jack but now they want to talk  But I ain't mad just let entropy run it's course  but don’t get it twisted fuck em all.
2.
Good Dudes 03:15
GOOD DUDES. VERSE ONE sunny day and it ain’t even summer hey i guess i really can’t complain, i just get up and start again and thank the god i don’t believe in for the vegetables i’m stealing from the supermarket what a bargain i can’t fight the feeling wanna WOO like i’m rick flair sit here and sip beer even though I’ve had a shit year i’m yelling shit yeaaah I’m happy to be depressed go ahead of repossess everything i have cause i’ve had even less. and we the best losers that you never seen i fail like like a champion. the king of being broke. fuck your jays. man i’m happy in my tracks with the slippers. i don’t want no six figures i just want to split slithers. and die like Sid Vicious maybe this is just a game. and if it is i’m gonna play don’t want the fame. don’t want no money i’m like shit i’m on a plane i’m going somewhere. even if it ain’t no where. even tho i got no hair. i know there’s no need for no tear i don’t care about your lo gear. don’t care about your old pair. don’t care if your homo. queer. or bi. cause i got no fear. we’re both weird. and oh yeah. i gotta send a shout out to the homies that’s lucky lance and tony. michael corleone, joely. hold me down when i’m down hold me up when i’m on uppers at the ruggas making ruckus. when i call you fuckers bruv it’s cause i mean it. don’t wanna be no rat up in a race proud to be that YGB like it was tatted on my face. say what? —— VERSE TWO It's a sunny day indeed blaze the weed play a beat  super stoney-oney so I don't care what you saying to me haters Down we don't play around if you claim to be the baddest then someone will come and lay you down  don't know how to manage being manic let me loose don't panic how bad could it get I got a bag full of shit I shouldn't have none of this but guess I'm at it again about to brown bag some Bombay and bang RES until I’m on one paranoid and so I had my phone cut only fuck with the bolsis who know me the rest I don't trust trying to get where I'm going my homies just told me don't rush low even when I'm high case I got no more serotonin  floating around my brain rain pouring hard as ever even if it could be great i wouldn't change it what so ever I'm mean what would that say c'mon keep it togeather better be happy to be here lot of people gone forever better get up while you can Pab said don't be a bitch that's my mans got you back if you sober or you twisted and that goes for everybody who down with the click YGBOPMGHD them bad kids playing up again, up against the wall untill it's over  got no love for any of you overrated stoners should roll up on your CD and then use it as a coster and leg drop the table off the ropes like Hulk hogan in 87 holla at the homies for a lazy session hit the tepid baths for spa then go make a record just another day in hell I ain't gonna play it down you know what it is YGB don't play around say what
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BENDING SPOONS VERSE ONE sitting on the tram dirt broke like a motherfucker paranoid that the lady next to me's undercover done a runner just the other week from the tram cops. i ain’t running anymore more bruv i got knees like my grand pops back in the day i had a little hops then i got old and my shot got cold when that whiskey got cool, that was round the time i cooled off too i went from ‘you know who’ into a ‘who are you?’ well i’m a lazy ass / motivated as fuck creative, that couldn’t give a nut what he’s labelled as take me as just a disobedient maniac the media paint me as on TV to make the adds sell if you like or you could take a tab and then realise you’re just a naked animal like i am too just another ape in drag 80s smack baby that crazy cat lady had. homosapien. that lady that made ‘Bag Lady’ fan. playing gap band loud like you play The Clash, till i make the neighbours mad making tracks till the day I lay in ash. save all that making wack shit for Baby Bash. i don’t need to chase the cash in no rat race. fuck the latest fad don’t rock roshes, never rated breaking bad i just want a good paper back when i take a crap. i’m okay with that. shux. i get paid to rap and i never made it but at least i'm not making adds so i ride that damn tram like a trans am feeling like a billionaire on band camp. bam bam bigelow. i spit that goku shit. their piccolo. pick a flow to kick and go with it with no video. and if it don't do it for you i give a fuck this isn't no audition so if you don't wanna listen then don't listen bro. but any whoooo… twenty two brews down and now i'm ready to get into a new style i'm in a henny mood but remmy's cool, whatever dude get me any booze. anybody got any loot? 10 to 2. Is it ever too late to get a new attitude on life? or am i already screwed? spent a few too many afternoons in my room stressing bout impending doom bending spoons time to end the bull and do something commendable spent too much time pretending to, John Lennon knew i'm going to bed, wake me up when the rent is due matter fact, wake me up at the end of june. then i’ll do the dishes. bitches. taking pictures of themselves blowing kisses. fuck is this? —— VERSE TWO when I got nowhere to go I just pick a flow and roll with it  stoned and just got off the boat and I'm stoked with it  spending time penning rhymes getting by only cause  I don't give fuck bout being broke it makes no difference   to me what so ever if I'm hungry then I'll go get it steal a couple loafs still I'm happy when there's no dinner  got a couple things going on so the dope dealings left up to the bros selling blow case the hoes sniff it no critics saying shit I don't already no  bitter old bitches open your mouth and put my whole dick in no gimmicks only case I ain't bout the hoe shit and even if nobody notice that you don't know shit I see it cause it's openly obvious you don't really know how to make a.. nah got no time to focus on dumb shit  cause I'm too busy working on my own shit my old shit is old better get somewhere to go quick  cause only prolific make it to the podium and I'm trying to get to where the bro is and no distance is enough to make a difference when i get to going this is just another moment to hold better roll with it.
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Interlude 04:24
5.
What It Is 04:12
WHAT IT IS VERSE ONE just another twenty four sitting on a spinning ball somewhere in infinity until i hit a wall. ow way too many thoughts, what i got the henny for. really don't drink much anymore but i'm when i'm bored or insecure i’m headed for the liquor store to get a cure let it pour, get a 40 and forget it all every thought, Rick and Morty forever more. never fall off, never lose, never check the score clever dork, should've got a medal for the metaphor the best you never saw in any record store they'll probably find me when i'm dead like the stegosaurus but I been dead before i was ever born. so what's the point of it all, if there was even one i really don't believe in none of that ‘one day we become the stars’ kinda shit. man i been too busy being young. i been a cunt all of my life i never claimed to be a nun. i got no time to the bumb, when i’m done i bet i come back as one. and i bet. nobody will leave me one crumb in the next life. trynna get my head right before i turn a fiancé into an x-wife. gotta squeeze her cheeks when she’s reaching for the bed light. a little bit of head before i rest my head, nice. that’s what i like, why i gotta lie? what am i but another guy, i ain’t gotta try philosophise shit. i just wanna write, i don’t wanna fight about what is right. i ain’t got all night. gotta flight in the morn. i’m bored. yaaawn. anybody got a light? everybody got a right to say what they like, i know so i’d like to say ‘i hope that you drop and die’ maybe then you’ll be happy that you got a life. give a FOCk if you gotta lotta likes. what is life when you’re not alive. why does every line gotta rhyme? fuck this. how many drunk trust fund kids does that it take before mature discussions become some ruckus with mumbling fuckwits. can we all just agree to disagree it just is what it is VERSE TWO Just another day as they say same state of mind if I'm scraping by or getting paid ain't chasing my dreams no more, just letting fate do his work cause fuck all ever happens for the few who deserve to be heard  still the world turns fuck the early bird and his worm hope the seas eat the earth and first world drowns in the money never shared case they never cared cleared from the land that was never theirs better get prepared or your death better yet better get a beer chill why you thinking bout that shit I thought you never scared  well I was lying can't deny the fear inside of me driving me so I don't have to think about what might of been I might as well find a pen and write again but why is the horizon always moving no matter how hard I try and get a little closer Just another thing I'll never know until I make there or I'm comatose overdosed  but who really cares sit at home blowing Os in the air watch them disappear guess that's how it goes no ones there in the end don't pretend that you didn't know  focus on the present it's the one think that will never go Henn & coke when I'm low I don't like to sip it straight  till I'm typsy then I'm sniffing blow off of dinner plates used to only think bout getting laid when it's getting late now getting straight haven't slept in seven days okay that's exaggerated but you get what I'm saying trying to get my head on straight and pen upon the page  before I loose em both to the black hole that is calling me over being broke man I can't even afford to feed a beggar but its whatever don't really give a shit I don't know why I'm here man I don't why I exist and I don't know why i thought about it since I was a kid but I don't want to analyse no more it just is what is what is
6.
Long Snooze 05:14
LONG SNOOZE VERSE ONE new day looking for a new challenge in my old new balance balancing my 2 talents that's (1)rap and (2)drink. but i don't do Stellas rude mannered, impossible to manage made a man in a neighbourhood of Bruce Banners i seen dudes use spanners to do damage beat till they’re looking like beetroot relish real life Good Fellas, too much Menace (II Society) if Hell Is Below everybody gotta go. gotta know that even if you gotta lotta doe. you ain't owed jack but tax and death, that’s definite nothing more for you do except accepting it it’s all just a joke, young, gifted and broke making income from some dumb shit that i wrote my mum said it was dope and some regular folk gave me coke for it, so i give a shit if you don’t like it. i don’t even like it. don’t mind if you don’t buy it, download it and then delete it, i won’t riot if you don’t cosign it. i know i’m no Ironman and if i had the doe to get Ghost(face) to ghost write it then i would’ve but i didn’t i just did it like i did it i’ll admit it i was sitting on the shitter when i writ it fuck a critic in his over analytical ass give a crap what your mum considers me as. cynical as fuck. fuck the political raps all you really wanna hear about is titties and ass put a pretty chick on the cover and triple the ca$h i can’t tell, is it fashion or is it just trash? they try to say that we’re a little bit a jazz. a little Shabaaz (palaces). fuck these hipster mags i guess i gotta be a little be mad or is it just a flash back to a trip that i had. you gotta wonder, what kind of spell i’m under way back when I was younger used to idolise a plumber on shrooms. brain fuelled by the bong fumes long gone, spending all my bond on booze with ensembles of fools who want rules i think therefore i am confused humanity concludes. hilarity ensues and i put my PJs on for the long snooze …. VERSE TWO It's a new day grab the toothpaste and brush scrub while i ponder up a new way to do things rut, stuck in it nah just stumbling my way through day to day trying get on the up  cause fuck it been broke and seen feigns doped out in my lounge watching crack smoke go round like clouds it's out of it but just the tip the iceberg a couple clean from kind words they never heard you never know if you don't roll the dice twice  sitting at home trying to write while my life flys can't even tell where the last 5 years went tears sweat and blood i spill it on my beer breath could care less how long a piece of strong is from here to the end if I got a song I'll sing it simple as that there's no strings attached to the passion I have for making the words match so you ain't got to dig it cool, find something you do don’t give a shit man you can listen to tool  doesn't matter honestly I'd rather listen to blues Then listen to these dudes talk about the shit that they do but really don't  like henny or coke I can afford it but the $3 bottles of red keep me in order can't ignore them when I walk in the store and they on the shelf grab a couple for locals and a couple for myself we all living in hell some see the parallels some don't  some need some weed to sell and some to smoke bottom line it doesn't matter when your times up you could be rich or at the back of the line for free bread and soup same fate guess we in the same shoes same day different view same river different canoe still I don’t really get it I'm just trying make do just put my Ie faitaga on for the long snooze

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From the derelict coffee shop waste land of Smith Street, Melbourne come two dyslexic track pant enthusiasts with nothing else going for them but a talent to make pointless words rhyme in succession and a knack for petty theft. 

After their former critically acclaimed, award losing group @peace imploded upon itself due to a collective mental break down caused by a lack of government funding in the psychiatric sector, leading to a series of severe psychotic episodes, Lui and Tom were left alone with nothing but a dream and $12.70 in their Paypal account. 

In a feeble attempt to regain their sanity they created The Average Rap Band. With utter naivety and a total lack of understanding of the current popular musical climate they decided the main focus of the group would be the lyrics. An obsolete medium that was made redundant in the late 1990s. 

Working with bearded enigma Dandruff Dicky and poltergeist expert Hone St John they created a 6 track EP entitled 'Stream Of Nonsenseness'. which was made with a $42 budget.

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released July 31, 2015

Rapped by: Tom Scott & Lui Tuiasau
Produced by: Dandruff Dicky
Vocals mixed by Ben Lawson At Red Bull Studios

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From the derelict coffee shop waste land of Smith Street, Melbourne come two dyslexic track pant enthusiasts with nothing else going for them but a talent to make pointless words rhyme in succession and a knack for petty theft.

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