Red Line's Plummet - The Askavole Project

Aussie Hip-hop, Rap, Hip-hop, Old-school, Aussie Rap, Political Rap

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[Gritty Aussie Hip-Hop, Australian Accent Rap Vocals, Angry Anthemic Chorus, Dark Boom Bap Breaks, Cinematic Minor Key Strings, raw, emotional, heavy sub-bass, South Australia Beats, Melancholy Piano Stabs, Aggressive Fast-paced Flow, Conscious Storytelling Rap, 88BPM, DJ Scratching, Nostalgic 2000s sampling loops, Horn Loops, Industrial Textures, Dystopian Vibe, Analog Warmth]
[Intro]
Yeah. Askavole Project.
Watch the lines drop.
Watch the concrete rise.
Nothing left but the ghost of the coast.
Let’s go.
[Verse 1]
Red lines on the screen, watch the ASX bleed
Paving over paradise to satisfy the greed
They carving up the land with the tractors and the cranes
Cookie-cutter houses while the working class drains
Got empty investment properties sitting in the dark
While families are freezing, sleeping rough in the park
Twenty grand out the super, saw the writing on the wall
Knew the system was a joke, just waiting for the fall
Now the petrol’s at a premium, groceries are a rort
Living in a glitch while the politicians talk
They say the market’s recovering, zoom out to the max
But down here on the pavement, we’re slipping through the cracks.
[Chorus]
Red lines plummet, watch the system crash
Trading in our futures for a pocket full of cash
Concrete gulf, yeah, the dirt turns to grey
How much of the coast are they selling off today?
Empty homes, cold streets, nowhere left to go
Simulation glitching, yeah, they putting on a show
We ain’t lasting ten years playing by their rules
Built a house of cards just to market it to fools.
[Verse 2]
Adelaide skies getting blocked by the blocks
Another coastal farm turned to highly valued stock
Yeah, I lived here as a kid, used to run along the dirt
Now it’s bitumen and fences, man, I tell you that it hurts
And they wonder why we’re angry, why we’re feeling so detached
When basic human living comes with strings attached
The index takes a nosedive, worst session since the flu
But the billionaires are smiling ‘cause they’re buying up the new
We’re just numbers on a spreadsheet, data in the grind
Leaving all the history and culture far behind
Told you all the bullshit would follow in a few
Now we're standing in the rubble, asking what we gonna do.
[Chorus]
Red lines plummet, watch the system crash
Trading in our futures for a pocket full of cash
Concrete gulf, yeah, the dirt turns to grey
How much of the coast are they selling off today?
Empty homes, cold streets, nowhere left to go
Simulation glitching, yeah, they putting on a show
We ain’t lasting ten years playing by their rules
Built a house of cards just to market it to fools.
[Bridge]
Look at the graph.
Look at the streets.
Disconnect the numbers from the people that you meet.
Can’t eat the profits.
Can’t breathe the dust.
When the whole damn foundation is starting to rust.
Askavole.
[Outro]
Yeah. Still here.
Watching it burn.
Just a token bet on the future.
Let it crash.

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[Gritty Aussie Hip-Hop, Australian Accent Rap Vocals, Angry Anthemic Chorus, Dark Boom Bap Breaks, Cinematic Minor Key Strings, raw, emotional, heavy sub-bass, South Australia Beats, Melancholy Piano Stabs, Aggressive Fast-paced Flow, Conscious Storytelling Rap, 88BPM, DJ Scratching, Nostalgic 2000s sampling loops, Horn Loops, Industrial Textures, Dystopian Vibe, Analog Warmth] [Intro] Yeah. Askavole Project. Watch the lines drop. Watch the concrete rise. Nothing left but the ghost of the coast. Let’s go. [Verse 1] Red lines on the screen, watch the ASX bleed Paving over paradise to satisfy the greed They carving up the land with the tractors and the cranes Cookie-cutter houses while the working class drains Got empty investment properties sitting in the dark While families are freezing, sleeping rough in the park Twenty grand out the super, saw the writing on the wall Knew the system was a joke, just waiting for the fall Now the petrol’s at a premium, groceries are a rort Living in a glitch while the politicians talk They say the market’s recovering, zoom out to the max But down here on the pavement, we’re slipping through the cracks. [Chorus] Red lines plummet, watch the system crash Trading in our futures for a pocket full of cash Concrete gulf, yeah, the dirt turns to grey How much of the coast are they selling off today? Empty homes, cold streets, nowhere left to go Simulation glitching, yeah, they putting on a show We ain’t lasting ten years playing by their rules Built a house of cards just to market it to fools. [Verse 2] Adelaide skies getting blocked by the blocks Another coastal farm turned to highly valued stock Yeah, I lived here as a kid, used to run along the dirt Now it’s bitumen and fences, man, I tell you that it hurts And they wonder why we’re angry, why we’re feeling so detached When basic human living comes with strings attached The index takes a nosedive, worst session since the flu But the billionaires are smiling ‘cause they’re buying up the new We’re just numbers on a spreadsheet, data in the grind Leaving all the history and culture far behind Told you all the bullshit would follow in a few Now we're standing in the rubble, asking what we gonna do. [Chorus] Red lines plummet, watch the system crash Trading in our futures for a pocket full of cash Concrete gulf, yeah, the dirt turns to grey How much of the coast are they selling off today? Empty homes, cold streets, nowhere left to go Simulation glitching, yeah, they putting on a show We ain’t lasting ten years playing by their rules Built a house of cards just to market it to fools. [Bridge] Look at the graph. Look at the streets. Disconnect the numbers from the people that you meet. Can’t eat the profits. Can’t breathe the dust. When the whole damn foundation is starting to rust. Askavole. [Outro] Yeah. Still here. Watching it burn. Just a token bet on the future. Let it crash.

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