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by Stevie Kincade

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The debut EP from Stevie Kincade

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released June 20, 2009

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Stevie Kincade is a rapper and vocalist from Sydney Australia.

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Track Name: Well Endowed ft King Farook
All the beautiful women, with the big fine booties
With those sweet, nice titties won’t you come to the front
And lift your hands up
Let me know that you want me to sing you this song
I waited so long
Chorus 1
I’ve got no money but I’m well endowed in other areas of my life
I want to spend it with you, I don’t know what you want
But I’ll give you my all and I’ll hope its enough baby
(Kincade)
I sold out cos because I rap over a beautiful beat?
Don’t make me laugh man, my whole fucking album is free
And I had to do a track for the ladies
Because I want to make beautiful babies one day
Come play with me after the show
My name is Stevie Kincade, but you already know
And ya it’s true, I got screwed many times in the past
But tonight I got the future on my mind at last, lets go
And ya the futures so bright baby its burning my eyes
Maybe our lives and our paths could be intertwined
Maybe all I really I need is you
But the icing on the cake would be your girlfriend too, if that’s cool
I’ll admit that for me it’s been quite a while
Just got this track not an online dating profile
And I don’t care if I never get paid
But Jesus help me if I don’t get laid tonight
(Chorus 2)
All the beautiful women with the big fine booties
With those sweet, nice titties won’t you come to the front
And lift your hands up
Let me know that you want me to sing you this song
I waited so long
For some action now I’m gauging the reaction from
The honeys that I’m eyeing, I hope that they’ll be riding with me
Tonight feels so right, with you here by my side
I got all that I need baby
(Schiffy Chips)
Big bad good bat booty, fruity
I got love for those cutey, cuties
Damn, now can I put two sticks in my hands?
Run amok in this Jam
I get hot, drop my rhyme like crazy
Work my flow to sound amazing
Hey, if you got love for those ladies
Turn this up and then just maybe
You will know what to do
See I’m well endowed and I keep it true
So catch me in my Subaru
I’m on my way to catch you
I got SK to show me this
And there’s no way I’d want to miss
This beat it’s got me feeling blissed
So let me seal this with a kiss
(Last Chorus)
I’ve got no money but I’m well endowed in other areas of my life
I want to spend it with you I don’t know what you want
But I give you my all and I’ll hope it’s enough
Oh I’m holding you close, not just for tonight
I won’t let you go I’m not in control
I can’t give you up I wont let you down
Come be my queen you’ll be the jewel in my crown baby
Track Name: Pan to the Man
These melodies are remedies, analogies cease at the birth of our genesis 10 of these, displays of my expertise, & I 'll shut it down for the night maybe catch some z's Ah but I'm ill at ease, all my designees can dispense with amenities Get me guarantees get me cheddar cheese But don't make me fight for my freedom like the Timorese Did with Indonesia I'm already here baby girl let me please ya Tease ya squeeze ya, ah you can be my senorita I need ya sweet Chiquita as long as you can learn to follow my procedure Lead ya, to my palace of continual delights All night I'll be doing ya right quite sprightly Baby nothing else excites me, unless it's doubling down with you nightly Rightly I can't be trusted, To keep my hands to myself when your so big busted Break out the custard and the whipped-cream wet dream I have lusted, Encrusted, my mattress and my sheets and my shirt-sleeves but I’ve adjusted Now I'm back on track trying not to let my life be dictated by my nutsack So I cutback on everything that doesn't keep my sharp like a thumbtack Drum track, it's banging like a Zildgian and everybody out there smoking sensimillion knows uh whatta they know? I forget now but
Come with it, its different, let me flow like a viscous liquid This kid just isn’t finished, like a plate of sprouts and spinach Up to the minute shit, I just cooked up in my brain for a little bit Now I’m gonna hit ya with six slug syllables But give me a hot track I cant produce miracles Its my time to blaze, raise dynasties Time to seize these remnants of a dying breed All I need is all that I’m thinking I’m thinking we should jump in the deep-end This weekend I’d like to drink in, this beauty all night while I’m peaking Then sleep in and we can Do it all again in the morning in the shower and the sink and Your kink is my command unless it compromises what I'm liking as a man And I know your going to like what I like cos what I like is grand Mmm I want a taste of your mango play all night like Grim Fandango Lets tango to this thing so I can make you sing like Ringo I’m a sceptic and its hectic Trying to syncopate my flow to this rhetoric Electric shit-hot spit I got Other rappers bow your heads like your praying in a synagogue This is not weak shit that I’m mailing in I Blaze harder then rays of the Australian sun Came here to get the job done Slurring sentences that sting ya like a stun-gun honey bun Get that pipe smoking and your eyes open Ears can imbibe the styles that my mind has chosen Frozen to your cortex then your cerebellum Your in my vortex, and I came here to tell em That you don’t get a vote like a neo-fascist The hook will remain in your hippocampus Embedded just forget that I ever even said it Just shred it get it out of your head n it’ll work better I try to keep subliminal hits down to a minimal blip But every now and then I let one rip Through the space time continuum And everybody out there smoking sensimillion Knows how sweet my green garden grows Its what I chose with everyone of my flows Ya I got rows and rows of this beautiful prose I got mine so you go get ya yours Go & get it now
Track Name: Sydney to Saigon ft Kabuto the Python
(Kabuto the Python)
I play left for dead, I will sket your head
See you with your little phone trying to text the Feds
You left a mess in bed, straight MC Router wet dreams
Emo rappers cutting up their wrist to leave a red sleeve
My pet peeves are all related to bad rapping,
Gimmick shit every sack got a twist like Pash Cracken
I’m past mapping, straight terra-forming your world
Your wearing pink and purple air Jordan’s for girls
I’m holding you girl in the palm of my hand
King Kong/Godzilla shit bombing Japan
Your song should be banned cos it sucks okay?
Kabuto’s so cash he needs the bucks so pay
The Kincammy winner slamming sinner’s, hammer your head
Like a hammerhead – bam your dead, damn it I said to stop rapping
But did you listen? Oh no
You rhyme like an old geezer piss - with no flow
We down under spit lightening and frown thunder
Hatchet job, chopping you hogs like downed lumber
You clowns wonder how we do it like that
You a shithead bitch man, poo in your hat
Download your songs, peep tracks we been raged
Your album over priced tripe hype like engage
Tell a joke, tell from your titties your bitch-made
Kabuto and Kincade you been slayed
(Kincade)
I will out-thrill your thrillery, Out-skill your skillery
Stevie Kincade brought the killer artillery
Yes your like Hillary bursting a capillary
When she found out Billy was out dillering his willery What?
Well I’m killing me, are ya fella’s feeling me?
We’re still umbilically connected by soliloquy Yes
See I’m killing me it must be the fool in me
Coming at ya Live tonight like mental jewelry
Now let me crack back with a frivolous attack
On these cats who rack raps with their mobiles in their laps
Gotta check the latest figures and maintain their label’s strictures
Got no soul got no spirit but they look good in glossy pictures
I hate when these rapper’s start rapping a line
Then they get to the next and rhyme the same fucking line
It’s like they think we didn’t notice they just used the same rhyme
But then they come back with friends and rhyme the same word the next time
It’s inconceivable and unforgiveable
Multi-platinum rappers can’t rhyme more then one syllable
It’s inconceivable and unforgiveable
Multi-platinum rappers but your rhymes are inadmissible
I know petrol sniffers smarter then you
I’ve seen monkey’s with mics that can out-freestyle your crew - schooled
Brought more verses then Deadwood script curses
Shit I’m hitting the mic like fat bodies hitting hearses
(Chorus)
Ya it’s too late to sign on
We rock this shit from Sydney to Saigon
When u go to bed tonight you better sleep with the lights on
Cos it’s Kincade and Kabuto the Python
Ya it’s too late to sign on
We rock this shit from Sydney to Saigon
When u go to bed tonight you better sleep with the lights on
Cos it’s Kincade and Kabuto the Python
Track Name: Aquareous
Hook 1 - I feel the need to tell u that I’m peaking as I’m speaking
Everybody raise your shotty, all the freaks get freaking
I try to make music shines a light like a beacon
I’m the undercover source for the story you were leaking
Don’t get controversial you might miss out your my next commercial
Universal, role reversal ready for the dress rehearsal for an
Endorsement opportunity, come under some scrutiny
Educating the community, we’re raising up a mutiny
Hey pretty girl now why don’t you get with me
Uh don’t you know that I’m an internet celebrity?
Or something, baby I can still function
After 6 cones, 6 beers, stick to you like suction cups
We’re going to fuck you up with the 8-Bit serenade
Entity brought the ill beat that I marinade
With the Kincadian flavor every syllable I savor
While the fakes keep pimping for the (paper)
Hook 2 - Nono see how far I would go to take you back to my place 10 minutes after the show
Now if ya feel like smoking a bowl and you got a fine figure on the front row let me know
Yes Yes wish them every success in their crap rapping, dumb downed, weak flowing shitty largesse
Like ‘the Chronic’ it’s a slug to your chest. You know my style is unfadable like UFC main events
Hold up roll up wait one second
I do believe that I failed to mention to ya
That I only have good intentions
Want to experience the 3 dimensions with ya
And the 5 sensations, some relaxation
Babe I’ll get you hungry like a Haitian
Tired of waiting, anticipating
But girl you know that it’s a good kind of aching
Hook 3 - What’s that, who’s that making that sound,
Everybody get your butt to the front start to move around
Brought the jump like a Gymnasium the Stevie Kincadian
Flow right to your town Baby come on down
Move, move you got nothing to prove
Because your body’s so fine
And from the look I got you’re in the mood
The who’s who of the too cool for school
I’m a nice guy baby I’ll have ya feeling so good you should
Everything I took for free I want to give back
I won’t run out of ideas by my fifth track
Now I’m like most, going pop like toast
But see the lyric’s like a splash of cold water when you’re comatose
Feel the 8-Bit hook extend a tentacle
Ill still be rhyming kids until I blow a ventricle
It’s inevitable, if you’re amenable
Undoubtedly, indubitably, resoundingly incredible
Hook 1
Old-school new-school who can be the biggest tool?
There’s so much shit I’m getting sucked into their whirlpool
I try to claw my way I try to go my own way
Somebody slap me if I’m sounding cliché
I think big expand gigantic parameters
Rap fast without iambic pentameter
Take a second think how lucky you are
I like to keep it “so trill” I’m like a budgerigar
Hook 2
Hook 3
Track Name: Last Man Standing ft TyT
Falling in line but still no one asks the question
Out of your mind but seeing a new dimension
So join the great hunt, to find the last man standing
See what you’re made of when your instinct is commanding you
(T.y.T )
Last man fast man, you have to look farther that Japan, I’m bad
Encyclopaedias’ my media, you all know T.y.T is that man
I’ve had hard times that smart minds lost far finds
If you want it come and get it dude I'm with it
Little in my business not finished until the darkness shines
Behind my boy Kincade so save the crazy phrase for rainy days
I’m crazy on a lady’s ways but I’m the last man standing in the alleyway
If you coming up to me with nothing important to say
I can not, will not hesitate to call you dirty names, turn around and walk away
Falling in line but still no one asks the question
Out of your mind but seeing a new dimension
So join the great hunt, to find the last man standing
See what you’re made of when your instinct is commanding you
What you knew is foreign to those outside
So your point of view cannot be right
They won’t let you think that way
So dumb it back down for me babe ba-baby
(T.y.T)
Observe the situation, do you deserve the compensation
Cus you have heard the conversation doesn’t mean it’s worth an altercation
When the words from infatuation burn anticipation can you curb imagination
From the nerves inside your station, listen
Basically I’m saying that reality aint changing and if reality aint changing
Then I guess I’ll leave ya hanging
Because you’re standing in my face doesn’t mean I’ll walk away
But before you sign your death wish make that sure you have your facts straight
Get your facts straight get your facts straight
Before you demonstrate a lack of intelligence
Yah I can’t wait no I can’t wait
To be done with the bullshit elements you’re selling me
Too many laid down and died, am I the last man standing?
Track Name: Music is my Epitaph ft ECOMOG
(Kincade)
Started writing music back when I was 14 Didn’t want to do what’s done, that bored me
Who will support me? Who will ignore me? Can I get signed will I hit the big time?
These are the questions of a naive innocent,
You will see the powers that be couldn’t give a shit
Now ones ever paid me, music’s so lazy Have you listened to the shit on the radio lately?
It sucks everybody’s chasing the big bucks or dumbing it down
But we can turn it around. Ya it’s a big bad sound from the friends that I found
Now you can hear us erupt coming up from the underground
No mic-envy, don’t call myself an MC
Won’t get boxed in, locked in, to just one of the facets
Of the music we love that inspired a planet
Though it’s more about promotion then your actual lyrics
Now get a marketing budget and maybe someone will hear it
But here in the digital age we found a new stage to perform on
We’re happy just to give it away
Independent music will leave ya buried in peril
No one will cover me, I’m feeling like I’m Larry Fitzgerald
So I pay from my pocket I never chased a profit, glory or girls
Just want this music heard across the world
(Entity)
We’re here, and our influence is clear,
We disappear, our mark is left on history we’re on the frontier
Got a sound that will astound and break barriers down
From the ground up bringing a change beyond profound
(Kincade)
Na it’s not planned or contrived But babe once I cross that line I’m never coming back
And when I’m gone I’ll let Music be my Epitaph
I’ll let Music be my Epitaph
(Entity)
Music, I will never lose it Cause I will choose it, use it
Being my method of attack to what's weighing on my back
Knowing I will never slack On my first love, it started way back
When I knew coming through with a purpose
World work this, and be effective My method of release to increase perception,
Laying out my cause knowledge, my weapon
Hip-hop is the inscription I'm itching to obtain carving out my legacy, fuel to maintain
The food for the brain, the tools to attain a generation that’s eternally changed
And will never be the same I'm releasing the flame that'll constantly drain
My experience & will be the source for the main
Recollection whenever you can think to remember my name
It started, leveling the beat, turning the mic to the dearly departed
Never been the one to break under pressure my ability has been charted
Transforming, levelin up and then zoning out for the music, postponing
All negativity aimed directly at me, my love for the music made me an emcee
Two letters, breaking down the fabric of it all
Spittin and ripping, and kicking everything answering the call,
Combining the forces we are the trinity are method is flawless
My words will live on so we’re never looking back
On every single track I will constantly stack my emotion,
A notion of constant devotion A motion rippling as wide as the ocean
(Kincade)
Now you could reach the epitome and still be ignored by the industry
ECOMOG what? Man your killing me
Entity, Tonik we got one hell of a product
We won’t compromise ‘til the day we die we’ll stay honest
Na it’s not planned or contrived but babe once I cross that line, I’m never coming back
And when I’m gone I’ll let Music be my Epitaph
I’ll let Music be my Epitaph
(Tonik)
96 When I turned to Hip Hop,
Mom's doing enough didn't get it from Pop's, gave me too many hugs when ready to cry With Hov I vibe, couldn't see em coming down my eyes
Took it to God, put it in lines, dealt wit it in the mind
Through rhymes define why I spit it on the mic so nice
Came from, hard time no Nike's clearance, pay less for sneakers and shoes
Wonder why they would tease me in school
Swore they were the Gary Payton's Who Knew?
Automatically I vent like Central Air
Had nobody but a pen and I really wanna talk about it,
Feeling compels, Ritalin's useless can't get rid of it
Won't Lie, I kept spitting the truth so reputable, turned to armor to guard
No harm when I talk, gotta Bio-Boost, transformed into like The Guyver Cartoon.
I been, through with the dudes that's abusing the music confusing the youth
Into using excuses seen on the tube do it in the booth proving a nuisance
Chucking the Deuces, gone with the wind phonies pretend
No rules on the truth, last will and Testament, fulfill my destiny
Mention me, when I'm through and gone, respectfully listen to my songs
Just to See Hip Hop was the bomb, it's gotta be written on ma Tombstone
(Entity)
We’re here, and our influence is clear,
We disappear, our mark is left on history we’re on the frontier
Got a sound that will astound and break barriers down
From the ground up bringing a change beyond profound
(Kincade)
Na it’s not planned or contrived But babe once I cross that line I’m never coming back
And when I’m gone I’ll let music be my epitaph
I’ll let music be my epitaph