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Fuck John Key / I Only Smoked a Few Trees / Chant Down Babylon / F* The Police

Fuck the police and Fuck John Key.

Please purchase a copy of the single here: (Hifi24 bit Flac) or on the following store links: Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, Google Play, Amazon etc and on SoundCloud (free download)

I find it hard to see how it’s reasonable for the police to come around the back of my house, claim the smell of burnt cannabis and invoke a search where they go through every flatmates room, including mine when I was not home smashing the doors off their hinges, only to find 1 gram of cannabis as a result, some seeds and a bong!

1 "grams" of cannabis was found

2015-06-19 13.22.04 door hinges 2015-06-19 13.22.58 Off The Hinges 2015-06-19 17.55.31 Bolt Held Up Good 2015-06-21 17.21.44 receipts

The week later they came back again, did the same – claimed to smell burnt cannabis this time when none had actually been consumed, searched and found an ounce allegedly bagged for sale. SirFunkALot is facing years in prison just for burning a dried flower bud. Please help him pay back over $12,000 in legal fees so far incurred, by purchasing a copy of the single on iTunes, donating funds to the Give A Little page, or even just listening in on Spotify all helps.


Shot on location in the Bay of Islands, New Zealand:
– Old Kawakawa to Opua railway track turned bike track
– Orongo Bay Radar dish from WW2
– thanks to Dad and Dell for the use of their studio in Okiato

I was forced to use my Roland SPD-SX drum pads in USB mode for audio input into Logic 9, thus it’s 16 bit 48 khz for the vocals and drums. Tassman 4 Synth and Discovery Pro for the bass. Strum Electric GS-1 for the guitar. I’d normally record through my MOTU 8pre setup, but such is the environment I found myself in this year.


Fuck the police ‘n Fuck John Key…
…and every gangsta who be messin’ with me,
I ain’t, done nothin’ wrong (nah)
I only smoked a few trees
and if you try to say I’m bad I’m like
nigga pleeeease.
[verse 1]
I don’t sell crack. I don’t sell smack.
and if you try to say that i will attack back
defending our rights to indigenous medicine
cos anything else would be a sin (hippocratic)
cos hip hop be my next of kin, I’m like an
incinerator I keep burning them (I ain’t
finished yet) nah i just begin (yeah yeah)
and you’re the one who’s sinned – (not meeeeee)
cos im on higher ground (sir funkalot)
cos my rights been found (cos i funkalot)
from the highest heights (i funkalot)
i get real irie aights – (I chant down babylon)
(chant down babylon)
(chant down babylon)
(chant down babylon)
[verse 2]
ya fucking hick shit. illiterate.
i got the icky icks, no stems, seeds or sticks
imperial metric, by the ounce i do flick
through the doors of perception,
smashing through your front window,
this shit’s as thick as a brick
thick as a brick
thick as a brick
thick as a brick (like your head)
thick as a brick
thick as a brick
thick as a brick
thick as a brick (like my dick)

(I chant down babylon)
(A chant down babylon)
[verse 3]
I do not sniff the coke i only smoke
sensibly i toke, sinsemilla is dope
pigs i hope you fucking choke,
you’re fuckin’ laws a joke! (Hahahaha)
when your backs against the wall
eyes on the prize
when your back to back to babylon
boy or boy girl or girl no matter who
ya killing the straw man
ya killing the seed! (join the dots)
something changed when took a gun out of a gangsters 10 hands,
with my own hands, 11 wasn’t part of the plan, but then i
thought, i took his 12 mana, surprise! he wasn’t ready.
That’s when i knew, i could do what i wanna do, when i gotta do it.


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