Released on January 11, 2015

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[One Mic]

All I need is one mic, one beat

One minute and one pair of Nikes to make my cypher complete

I'm a one man army, it's all me

Whether or not I make one wrong decision, it's on me

Nas won me, over wit his combination of multis

Vivid imagery and tongue in cheek

That night, at one sheep I was asleep

Rapping for a living, reliving that one scene


[Juicy]

But it was all a dream

But that happiness I was harbouring

Was too real, I had to follow my artistry

I knew my heart was keen, but my brain was a little pissed off

Didn't know I would take it this far

I wanna make it big, like Puffy made B.I.G.,

Turn to all the haters and make funny faces

I didn't enter this for the money-making

But if it comes on the side, this is a bloody great gig for a


[A Milli]

Millionaire, holla back girl, when you see me up there

Like Gwen Stefan-i I compare, 'cause when I write rhymes

I get anal like I'm on my period, flared

Temper, I'm ill like I'm not okay, my temperature's red-

Hot, Y'all are beasts, y'all are dogs, y'all are problems

Okay, that jus means that it be easier to solve 'em

Dissolve 'em, I'm the solution, you the solvent

Sonning 'em to take my home farther, to put it on and


[Put It On]

On for my city Sydney, my fans are really with me

Yours are more like fifty-fifty

You could never kill me, I was never born, I was god-sent

I be hitting my competition with different types of semis

My cats'll pounce pounce and your cats'll meow meow

My dogs go woof woof and your dogs go bow-wow

Stand in my land, and you happen to live

Tell ya pack to come back to get half of your limbs


[The Way I Am]

I sit back with this pen, and this pad and this grin

Man I can't say a thing without standing by it

My craft is specifically masterminded

From the maths to the message, to the language of it

To the flows that I use when I'm rapping my shit

But these rappers are shit, they just blabber a bit

On a track, do some singing, and they have em a hit

For real ask em again, say to em;


[Find Your Love]

What could be attractive 'bout rapping

When all you have is just apathy homie? Answer me:

(Pay, pay, pay)

But music's more than just spitting a written to a rhythm

Put in the work, no

(Play, play, play)

It's pitiful, now the minute a listener

Hears a lyric a little lyrical

(They naysay)

So I'm here to reform it

More than restore the order

Nothing shorter for my (favourite)


[My Friend]

(Friend) As long as he's not too drained

He's always happy to talk through thangs

Whatever comes out his speaker I usually agree with

Leaving me to nod my head, looking like a bobblehead

Never leave home without you with me

Never get tired of listening to your history

I like to think if I'm not around you you'd miss me

Pause, sorry I'm a lil' tipsy


[In Da Club]

You can find me in 'da club

Now shawty said she feeling my flow

Her girlfriend willing to go buy, tickets to my show

And you should love it way mo' than you hate it

Think you better ? Come on, dawg, stop talking, debate it

I'm representing from the land of the choko

Sometimes I rap too fast, so I'll kill you in slow-mo

I asked around town, they told me you're so-so

So the plan is to put the rap game on my back solo


[Brenda's Got A Baby]

They say Hunter's making music, but Hunter's got a brain

Why would he be trying a lucky shot if I could aim ?

Maybe 'cause I'm aspiring for the top, not for fame

But for the platform to spread knowledge, it's not the same

I'll keep educating, til there ain't nothing left to tell

Even if it's from the depths of hell, where the devil dwells

Even if my records never sell

Even if I gotta walk across a corridor of hot coals to sleep on my


[Hard Knock Life]

Extra-welded bed of nails, yes I'm real

I'm the man that's known never to fail, you feel me?

Where all the rappers wit the homonyms? We spit fire

To all who don't, you better hop in ya Benz, and retire

I don't know how to sleep, I gotta be awake at all hours

Got a lot of lethal lines to be conveyed to the crowds

Rapping's still a novelty

Yet as far as progress, you'd be hard-pressed

To find another rapper hot as me, not profiting


[Paid In Full]

Now that got me thinking of a master plan

Digging deep in my noggin, come up wit

A massive scam

So I start my mission, look at the evidence

Thinking how I could rob the rap game for every cent

So I think of what could distinguish me

A current rapper who currently raps lyrically

So now's a test to see if my plan works

Hit the studio, 'cause I'm goddamn certain


[Big Ole Words]

I dangerously deviate, melodramatically mediate

Between my inner desire to conform to the majority

Versus the disharmony I thrive off diabolically

When I feel differentiated partially

Particularly, when I articulate my art

Put it in circulation, fingers crossed fo circumnavigation

Perhaps under the right circumstances

My raps can travel nations

Attracting accolades so amazing, they have to pay


[Never Let You Down]

Australia the right kind of respect

I swear it's an embarrassment to be honest

How little culture we've got to offer

Granted our history is minimal compared to others

We're pretty much just known for kangaroos

Koalas, the crops we harvest

Aussie Aussie Aussie (Oi Oi Oi)

And other retarded nonsense

That makes me feel astonished that we're even prospering

How can I even sit here confident

When we're globally represented often by people wrestling crocodiles

But that gives me the fuel and fire required

For my dire desire to rise up and fight to triumph, against our rivals

I won't be silenced, everyone on my side is a product

Of Hunter's science, I classify you neurotic til you


[Slacker]

Saying I'm it, the power of Halley's Comet

My confidence made me modest, my arrogance made me pompous

My mama done made me flawless

I'm bout to make it major

So you can take this J-A-M and you can bump it til I'm famous

I tell ya I can smell success and fame, a breathe away

I think there's nothing left to say

I work every night and every day

Better get a letter from an exec today


[Party Up]

And if I don't, then that just means I gotsta

Bring it to you cowards and it's gotta be sicker

If you didn't like the pace, then it's gotta be quicker

If you didn't like the flow, then it's gotta be thicker

If you didn't like it at all, I won't stop til you finna

Off the chain, I leave foes fallen, slain

Better gimme a call today, before the fame

One more thang that I wanna say

I'll keep hunting rappers til it becomes a common sayin