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“QUAD PACE” — Skarley (Fast political Aussie rap — relentless flow, emotionally real, pub-stomp hook) [INTRO] Yeah. No fake deep shit. No politician poetry. Just facts with bass. Skarley. [VERSE 1 — quad pace] I grew up where the rent went late, Mum stayed strong while the walls vibrate, Everybody talk but they never relate, Hard to stay sane when the whole world fake. I seen good mums lose their kids, Bad men hide while the law just sits, Rich folks talk ‘bout equality quick Then step over addicts outside their gigs. That’s facts. Whole damn country exhausted, Young kids numb and distorted, People online screaming “support this” Then ignore mates feeling suicidal and tortured. Everybody wants a cause for a week, Nobody checks if their own mate eats, Nobody calls when the strong one breaks, Just “thoughts and prayers” and recycled tweets. [PRE-CHORUS] I don’t care what side you claim, Left wing, right wing — same damn game, People hurting while they chase campaign fame, Whole world burning while they shift the blame. [CHORUS — melodic but anthemic] HEY! We’re still breathing through the smoke, Still laughing even when we’re broke, Still trying not to lose our minds In a world gone cold online. HEY! Raise a glass for the ones still here, For the fighters running off pure fear, We built safe spaces outta pain — Now we dance through rain again. [VERSE 2 — faster] Media feeding addiction and panic, Everybody scrolling, depressed and manic, Politicians talking rehearsed and plastic, Meanwhile families barely managing. Young blokes lost and angry as hell, Girls online trapped in filtered hell, Kids getting raised by algorithm spells, Whole damn planet one anxious cell. I know trauma. I know survival. I know rage that turns homicidal. But I also know rebuilding slowly And making dark pain mean something hopeful. That’s real. Not every scar gotta stay infected, Not every broken soul rejected, Some of us crawled through hell half-dead And still found ways to protect shit. [BRIDGE — emotional pause] I’m not perfect. I’m not clean. I’ve had nights that could ruin me. But I’m still here. Still speaking. Still trying to give people meaning. [FINAL VERSE — explosive quad flow] I’m the voice for the burnt-out battlers, Single mums and the quiet backpackers, Tradies breaking their bones for scraps while Suit-and-tie thieves become tax dodgers. I seen fake friends switch for status, Seen good hearts crushed by madness, Seen people weaponise compassion Just for likes and social captions. Nah fuck that. Give me real ones. Give me flawed souls. Give me people still fighting though. Give me weird kids building hope Outta chaos nobody knows. [FINAL CHORUS — crowd chant] HEY! We ain’t saints but we survive, Middle fingers to the polished lies, Still got humour, still got fight, Still got fire in our eyes. HEY! From the bush to the city trains, Everybody carrying hidden pain, If nobody saves us in the end — We save each other. That’s the win.
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“QUAD PACE” — Skarley (Fast political Aussie rap — relentless flow, emotionally real, pub-stomp hook) [INTRO] Yeah. No fake deep shit. No politician poetry. Just facts with bass. Skarley. [VERSE 1 — quad pace] I grew up where the rent went late, Mum stayed strong while the walls vibrate, Everybody talk but they never relate, Hard to stay sane when the whole world fake. I seen good mums lose their kids, Bad men hide while the law just sits, Rich folks talk ‘bout equality quick Then step over addicts outside their gigs. That’s facts. Whole damn country exhausted, Young kids numb and distorted, People online screaming “support this” Then ignore mates feeling suicidal and tortured. Everybody wants a cause for a week, Nobody checks if their own mate eats, Nobody calls when the strong one breaks, Just “thoughts and prayers” and recycled tweets. [PRE-CHORUS] I don’t care what side you claim, Left wing, right wing — same damn game, People hurting while they chase campaign fame, Whole world burning while they shift the blame. [CHORUS — melodic but anthemic] HEY! We’re still breathing through the smoke, Still laughing even when we’re broke, Still trying not to lose our minds In a world gone cold online. HEY! Raise a glass for the ones still here, For the fighters running off pure fear, We built safe spaces outta pain — Now we dance through rain again. [VERSE 2 — faster] Media feeding addiction and panic, Everybody scrolling, depressed and manic, Politicians talking rehearsed and plastic, Meanwhile families barely managing. Young blokes lost and angry as hell, Girls online trapped in filtered hell, Kids getting raised by algorithm spells, Whole damn planet one anxious cell. I know trauma. I know survival. I know rage that turns homicidal. But I also know rebuilding slowly And making dark pain mean something hopeful. That’s real. Not every scar gotta stay infected, Not every broken soul rejected, Some of us crawled through hell half-dead And still found ways to protect shit. [BRIDGE — emotional pause] I’m not perfect. I’m not clean. I’ve had nights that could ruin me. But I’m still here. Still speaking. Still trying to give people meaning. [FINAL VERSE — explosive quad flow] I’m the voice for the burnt-out battlers, Single mums and the quiet backpackers, Tradies breaking their bones for scraps while Suit-and-tie thieves become tax dodgers. I seen fake friends switch for status, Seen good hearts crushed by madness, Seen people weaponise compassion Just for likes and social captions. Nah fuck that. Give me real ones. Give me flawed souls. Give me people still fighting though. Give me weird kids building hope Outta chaos nobody knows. [FINAL CHORUS — crowd chant] HEY! We ain’t saints but we survive, Middle fingers to the polished lies, Still got humour, still got fight, Still got fire in our eyes. HEY! From the bush to the city trains, Everybody carrying hidden pain, If nobody saves us in the end — We save each other. That’s the win.
Amazing 💎