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[Intro: Frukwan] Ahh, Gatekeeper Grym Reaper Peace to the Gods Yo (east) [Chorus x2: Frukwan] Look before you start to speak You're barkin up the wrong tree dog I Rest in the East [Frukwan] Yo, runnin diligently, militantly Lyrically a million degrees, niggas deadly Lyrical work, dabble and dirt, gotta chase skirts Offset the balance of the Earth Niggas get crushed, rip it in half Paragraphs, exodus, triplin my ripplin effect Buildin collapse, maybe perhaps, strategically A tactic, easily to over dap Parallel verse, obvious verse, niggas disperse Punish to hurt, fully torched New York Terror dome, you're scared of my zone Gravediggaz mothaf**ka, we're niggas, wear blood like cologne Darker the tone, they're livin legit, clavicle wind Lateral sin, step on the line, let's begin Noteriaty but this society don't inspire me Settin fires to mothaf**kas higher than me Critical ritual, hit you with the mythodic Hypnotic, chronic, a gas state to a solid You can't allow the above, reachin my broth' Chokin your ass, without my mothaf**kin gloves, nigga [Chorus x4] [Poetic] Yo, we used to knock them cats that floss a lot When you talk a lot, then it could cost your knot After the club get snubbed in parkin lots Or your head will get thrown like cosmonauts Rich forced out, we forced the glock And enforced the block, you can eat chalk or rot My heat is deep, and dark and hot Dedicated to my niggas who spark a lot It be the Grym Reaper, the king speaker Reach deep in your thoughts with equal the force of a tornado I go to war, lay low, write scripts like Plato Back to the war, call NATO for the new treaty Rap diety against the F.C.C. Observatory tower, can't see me The sharp shooter, who pierce darts through ya Bring it right to ya head like shh, booya Tony T.I. is anti-derogative The chief operative, ready to flog a kid Who doesn't acknowledge his, melanin background WWF here comes the Smackdown [Chorus x4] [Frukwan] I blast recklessly, terrorize the unseen Impact, structural collapse Hard consume, grow industrial Coloured testicles, a festival I kill you slow, nigga, yo The deadliest Torture, the author enforcer Slaughter a double crosser East New Yorker's block (Oh yo yo yo) [smacking sounds] Welcome to The Rock [Poetic] If you fail the plan then plan the fail To my mans in jail, I hand your bail These fiends they still demand the sale These Devils still command retail The rebel in Grym provide the spark To light the day and divide the dark The ArchAngelic guides the thought The Earth is held 'til we slide off [Chorus x5]
C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one And that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin' woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin' keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not, The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin' going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base Smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all
We run the city [Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggaz brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch I bet they pussy The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech Think about it now that's damn near one-point-five I kill 'em all I'll be set for life, Frank pay attention These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades If you die they still get paid, extra probably Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss Promise you won't rob 'em, I promise But of course you know I had my fingers crossed [Chorus: Raekwon] Niggaz got to die, if I go they got to go Niggaz got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggaz got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid ... if I go they got to go Niggaz got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggaz got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid [Raekwon] We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag Had the pillow cuffed, lookin at me and Frank, her grill was rough Who woulda ever think she'd rather do us up But that's the business, back to the sitch On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols Doin sign language is twitchin noses Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi? We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor That's when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blastin yo All I heard was Frank Lexi get the raw [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot Up early in the mornin, kick the door in, wave the 4 an' (fuck) the brawlin, cause Tony for the stallin And all I see is $ signs, here's the bottom line either Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9 Invest figures to address (niggaz) Workin out, all I curl is my index finger Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers Edward Scissorhands them grams, (niggaz) respect winners I got them big spenders comin through, hourly Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga Uh-huh [Raekwon] Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man I don't know what it is but we gon' go in there handle this business man Straight up, why'knahmean? It's goin down... Let's go handle this man...
Royal Fam, IAM, Sunz of Man, Wu Tang Clan 'bout to take it to another chamber from Medina to Marseille... Marseille, Marseille ... Prodigal Sunn Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM never ate ham, never gave a damn Timbo King In the begining there was darkness, then came light I grab the mic to dis' your ass just for spite What ? You can't fuck with the flows I bring Watch the staff I swing It's Timbo King, astonishing, I'm dramatic to the ear Television tells lies to your vision So, beware of the trick-nology set off to fool the mind If you're dumb you're lost, if you're wise you will find That poison is a devil substance made for scratch 'Cause one rotten apple destroys the whole batch you scratch I throw jabs to your jaws so quick You get bashed in the head with a stone face brick We're thick like molasses, deeper than the earth's mantle Royal take over, stampede, trample Those who force kids tell lies to the youth My grand child, my roots run deep is proof what ? Akhénaton A 17 ans je me suis fait une raison J'étais un petit con, un nerveux, spasmophile Baston et je frappais un coup de pied dans la table Tout volait envenimé par la négativité Tant d'échecs, tant de défaites Ont forgé le mordant, pour encaisser les coups dans ma mentalité Fauché, sans occupation, il n'y a pas pire Je ne possédais rien et je voulais fonder un empire J'ai persisté, dit des trucs vrais et ai été pisté J'ai insisté et le groupe IAM a existé Pour de bon, j'étais sincère J'écris des vers pour mes pairs Et il n'y a qu'eux qui flippent derrière De l'attention, ils se foutaient, donc j'ai roulé pour ma poire Comme le gaz, les intouchables phases de mes phrases J'ai même changé d'avis pour la saga C'est plus je revenais quand tu allais, j'y retournais Prodigal Sunn Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM Never ate ham, never gave a damn (x4) Dreddy Krueger I'm blowing niggaz out the frame Now what's my motherfuking name [Dreddy Krueger] I'm playing niggaz like a boy game You can't fuck with the drunk Dreddy Krueger Blaow ! Blaow ! Two slugs from my rugger and I move ya [move ya] I write rhyme when I'm sober Singing when I'm drunk The Buddah Monk got the skunk Yo, I smoke niggaz like kryptonite blunts Dog bitches like soup, fucking up my stew, then yo I step the gates and troop to see my nigga The gza, who had my bulletproof [my bulletproof] Vest for my chest to relieve some of my stress [stress] And I'm safe from my neck to my waist But still I gotta to worry about a nigga catching me in the face And beat the case, just 'cause he had papes [papes] [get it straight] Prodigal Sunn Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM Never ate ham, never gave a damn (x4) Shurik'n La route vers le but fixé est longue et périlleuse Souvent bordée de tavernes aux enseignes lumineuses Et c'est dur de résister à l'invitation De rester posé sur le rail comme un wagon Telle une flèche filer droit sur la cible Ignorer les ragots est la seule solution possible Le temps passe trop vite pour que j'y prête Une attention quelconque, je sais qu'en fait Tout le monde veut la même chose Mais personne ne veut que tu l'obtiennes avant les autres Pourtant, je roule pour moi, fils Tant pis pour les autres si la médisance est leur hobby favori Je suis sorti de cette période néfaste où Tu te prélasses en attendant que tout se fasse J'avance fort de mes expériences passées et je souris En voyant ceux qui s'empressent d'y aller
Killa Killa Hill Killa Hill Killa Killa Hill Killa Hill Killa Killa Hill, 10304 style kid All my DNV recpostry niggas You out there? Is you out there? [Verse 1:] I throw your brain in the cobra clutch Behold the rush attach and display If you can get close enough Cold Crush like the 4, sting of anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the parish wid Blue and Cappadonna Spiderman, identity be the sparker Crowd pleaser renders you off the meter Verbal street sweeper buck shots through the speaker Pleasure seekers fifty thou in the stands Two fans hit it hot like Jamaica stand Tumble land wide like an eagle wing span Trans Am stabbing the track wit' both hands Not a lost soul who fought for food gold I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold To hot to handle to cold to hold Rap play the role doc I might lose control Hold the throne in my iron palm One hand hold the firearm, on a mission I slice long Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan World wide on the web without the dot com Killa Bees live in the place to be Burn 3rd degree on the m-I-see So deadly cones a catastrophe And this is the way we crack the party Say Rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec Rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec Rec, rec, rec [Verse 2:] Killa Bee swarming protect your neck Calls the warning so proceed with caution I walk wid my swordmen we all in together Wu-Tang Forever gon' win from Puerto Rico Cross the caves of Berlin Echo in the cell blocks of federal pens It be the WU-TANG, you came and went Enough to gain mentally and physically bent What I invent sharpened barb wire fence I represent sure to make a grand entrance Wid the deadly enter contents under pressure Inspector put you rep in the sector Feather weight contenders surrender T.K.O First round knockout bets to big spenders Dirty on the mic like Marco Polo Internal bleeding occurs to your phono Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north It's a bloodsport get rushed for tough talk But I hold my ground like it's high noon Lock release tapes surround the mic room I jump on the live tune provide the boom Foes we consume become fake in the fumes Killa Bees live in the place to be Burn 3rd degree on the m-I-see So deadly cones a catastrophe And this is the way we crack the party Rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec Rec, rec
Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the beacon Catch me in the corner not speaking Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stinky With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form Everybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassing niggas, my impostors scream they ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk fagot niggas stealing my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillac's, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Getting waxed all through the drive-through Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite student in role holding it Hey yo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up Wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last scene, Manhattan Chase We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell-bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound
My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack My peoples are you with me where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushing force, my force you're doubting I'm making devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from Is coming through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns So if you wanna come sweating, stressing contesting You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggas are outlined in chalk I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler With a drunk driver driving, there's no surviving Rough like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome Tecs, nickel plated Macs Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth Lamping in a Lexus eating beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack My peoples are you with me where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
[Inspectah Deck] Yo.. INS the Rebel, your highness With 7L and Esoteric, speaking real words Speak on it kid! [Esoteric] Yo, I touch the mic like a savage The Esoteradactyl's rap style's beyond average To say the least, I'm slayin beasts with the right plan I'll take your hype man and beat him with the mic stand You're like, "Damn!I better get a resource" I'll overpower three-fourths of your police force You're talkin to a fugitive who'll serve your crew Fake his own death and come back to murder you Who raps to the crack of dawn?Who's the droid Who destroyed numerous humanoids like atom bombs? You're nothin but a tag-a-long, that I be raggin on 7L's on the cut, while Joe is tappin on The 3000, me I'm just loungin Waitin for a sucker MC to start poundin You know the deal, so check the cassette It's Esoteric and Inspectah Deck, what you expect? [Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, yo I stash heat, creep past police on the beat Keep it movin in the mean streets, I the black sheep Roll deep with the Killa Beez, quick on the squeeze Freeze - nobody move, just hand over the G's Gone with the breeze, everything's peace at ease Now I'm laid back, countin stacks, twistin the trees My rap's scorchin - way beyond third degrees Enemies get blown like autumn leaves Authorities comb the block, I'm peepin they steez After me cause the rhyme's worth about two ki's And double that 'cross seas Fiends buy off the heez, the result's more currencies Them no worry we, I strike em down suddenly Funny how they rush me, must be the money You hate me or you love me, don't ever (f**k) me Trust me, we can make the scene turn ugly [Esoteric] I'm like a man posessed that can't confess Yes it's the Es' to bless, wicked test pressed to rest Crab rapper, my raps shatter your wax platter Esoteric's data can stab up the tracks badder My words flow for the, rap cats who rep locally Transmit poetry fit to hit em globally Eso', yes status fresh from the get go Sinister, ready to administer the death blow On rap cats cause I'm takin it back To a time when it was cool to call hip-hop rap Cause I've been rappin, since fly sneakers were cheap Since I bought em off Koreans down on Washington Street Since I had a cameo, since I rocked rope chains Since I had gold fronts with the Polo frames Since "Goin' Way Back," since pro black rap Since the Jungle Brothers let me know "I Got it Like That" Lyrics from <a href="http://www.elyrics.net">eLyrics.net</a>
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters couldn't figure-eight twice At sixteen, uncut, direct from the cult Head-on assault, the result, death by the bolt In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision Like a plane crash from a bomb blast Special broadcast, slot time with con cash It kept the jury quiet and now a riot will form While satanic man now hang in his dorm I swing on you fake radio personalities Boost ya ratings, but hypes behind casualties Fire shots for low-pressure water gun play Instantly, slap ya fire like it's Palm Sunday I fashioned the first tool from the elements The earth used and built it to a complex Network of communications, you're up against a hopeless situation I screen every vehicle through enemy observation Swarmin' unpredictably, we spread terror Increase the force significantly, change the error Check my wind pattern, it's headin' west Success is freedom, failure could mean death Humans sweat, aim shovels Dig up debris and rubble Permanent, damage caused by the double You, now who, callously Urge you to merge through And think the workers'll serve you Signin' Marvel who just dropped the next novel Worldwide, practically marred in marble It's accountless, amount of MC's I saved And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave
Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn Your only as good as your last hit Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked Y'all niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough around The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked What part of the game is this? I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk Then daddy might get him some tonight Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties And I ain't even got to say my name I got this duck wit' her legs up like, "Say my name, trick" You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame It's raw, sushi, stain' in your drawers, dooky Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie That like to pop snoopy, think she gonna pop coochie Just 'cause you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie Girl, I tell it like a T I N Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit' you My money's celebrate, honey and we ain't fuckin' wit' you I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even With niggaz so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even Yeah, that's it Yeah, Method Man has just left The muthafuckin' building
[Verse One] Back in the ghetto it rained for forty days A-alike slain but I can't show no pain My headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket Painkillers can't touch it Yo, what my little brothers gone Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart We shared the good and the bad times When Moms broke out to the store, it was half time Remember she came back yo and we got beatings with the Hot Wheels track I felt the hurt from your own predicament Lost your scholarship, can't play pro ball with torn ligaments Career suddenly ended, your goal is offended Suicide death tips recomended to try, black But you and I verse, as we bless the earth So let us pour the wine preventing suicide [Verse Two] Nicole's torn away from home at age 12 In search of herself she found an angel of hell Who deceived her like Eve And convinced her to leave Her family You can see she was very naive The fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts In a cult with no culture Soon she was forced Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans To please her saviour Jim Jones Her pop's was an ex-marine Him and his team Got M-16's so they could blow up the scene "No tambourine-beating Deacon, is freaking my seed, every weekend, as long As I'm breathing" They parachuted in, Started shooting men, Recruited by Jim Grabbed Nicole and threw her in To the trunk, She was that close to drinking the punch And realized, False prophets lead to suicide [Verse Three] I was born in a bed of thorns, surrounded by men with horns Wicked forms, but still I was happy to be born I grew up in a house of ten, of mouse of men, rats and roaches lacking oxygen Every night I dreamed I saw ghosts Babies crying, favourite uncles dying, Mom's crying, Pops lying Mom's going across his head with a frying pan Me and my man made plans to rule the land and raise a fam Now my man stands six feet deep in a box, covered with sand Tears are dropping, (niggas) droppin or Coppin out the 2-to-5s, smoking dust, do or die, suicide About to face a bid, cos I tried to waste this kid Ready to embrace the biscuit to my face, pull it back Erase it kid, pull the trigger But I figure, that I got a little RZA Can't let him get trapped by the evil wizards Wicked men apply genocide, homicide, for you and I to try (you) won't figure this out till you die It's a suicide
[Intro: Killah Priest] You know this beat is crazy, right This the beat right here, yo They gonna love this when they hear this, g [Chorus: Killah Priest] A lot of these rappers are indecisive Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest But, anyway, get rich, get brain Get off the wall and do the damn thing Get off the floor and do the damn thing Get off the floor and do the damn thing [Killah Priest] Silly rappers, when will you learn You play with fire and you will get burned 'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll Weak rhymes, same topics This one's for the streets, for the projects For my g's with the weed in the apartments For my dogs in the law hit with charges Fuck them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless I got that thing, bust off, lead objects Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake And you fake, that's why you fuck with his tape I'll take that thing and just bust in your face You're not real, same flow, no style I pop steel, lames, no know who go down And I don't give a fuck, who run the city or not 'cause the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac And I love those niggas, but I don't love ya'll Bust a slug for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll And I get physical, visual, very artistical Givin' party people something, funky to listen to Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines They knew since their kind is all stupid Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish And I stand to prove it this time, come on [Chorus] [Hook: Killah Priest] 'cause it's new year, best to come correct I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet Get off the wall and do the damn thing Get on the floor and do the damn thing [Killah Priest] I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic The nicest is here, the rest of those cats They was last year, well do something... I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets The cursin', that's weak, do something Different, for instance, the Priest is brief A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry Enemies please don't sit with me I sit with these and cats with keys Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over! [Chorus]
Yeah, now that I got the blood, let me speak on this aight Yeah, I hear a lot of kick in this bitch Turn the music up in this motherfucker Other side of the track niggaz Method Man, Redman, IAM Let's get it dirty Yeah, we back live again It's the world wide niggaz Ladies and germs, it's pandemonium, brick Napolean Doc and Meth, all in ya girl falopian Fuck you up, like a double-stacked Pokemon Peek-at-you/Pikachu, your a puss (?Dat lowly man?) I'm from the brick, where there's real car thieves Rock this funky joint, like P.R.P.'s Tricks up my sleeve, just give me an hour I bang two women, on the Eifel Tower Mes dits saignent, y'a tempête, voici un son d'compet' Pour l'occas', Rhô, on ramène sur la poudrière l'allumette Celle qui régénère, la base, et les crimes qu'on n'a pu commettre Sur disque pour la peine v'là 5 comètes D'entrée le team occupe le ring comme Ali Déjà ça pâlit sentant le péril proche le cur Kaki la plume façon coup de pioche phalange active Place la droite en sortie de rotative, ressent la force vive L'énergie de ce son où on sévit à vie C'est le chant que nos tripes entonnent comme un choc électrique Chaque phrase touche égotrip ou métaphorique Blast les blasés sur actif puissant submersible Vise l'esprit fier irascible, IAM irréductible Dès le départ, faut que tu comprennes Understand that Redman got a gun And when I cock it back, FIRE, I am, somebody Roll up, or we throw up drinks, until we throw up Aiyyo, right off the back, I want y'all to know Que c't'équipe secoue le têtes, y'a le fire dans le show I am, somebody Sens l'atmosphère, la haute sphère, la sale rime Rhô Yo, the bigger they are, the harder they fall I got some con's, that love songs, harder than y'all I don't fear nothin' at all, frontin' at all I even got female cops, bustin' my balls Don't mess with my mess, my disc in effect Like the clip in the Tech, ya riskin' ya neck If ya fixin' to flex, come wit ya best Or don't come, name a track I don't run J'débarque sec à la Starsky C'est la guerre (Massive!) T'sais que c'est parti, esprit de panthère Siège dans mes dits d'artiste, sans comédie ni médire J'connais c'biz estampillé, mec averti qui médite Tu reconnais le son, tu veux ta part ? N'essaie même pas On sort cru jusqu'au sang surpuissant Faut que tu sentes l'aisance rimes et assonance Fait l'effort, capte le sens des textes à l'essence Le crew frappe grave dès sa naissance Eh! Mets tes mitaines, tes mythes aiment Quand t'imites pas, limite pas man Chacun son combat ici l'beat mène Donc v'là, on s'amène Et les cous' crient "Amen" Allez sonner l'gong, qu'on sert les gamelles V'là du noble art, nos bars, nos pars, briseur d'bobards Sur sol fixe et loin du gotha Sur son élevé aux pères Labat, créé pour abattre Chaque mesure qui s'présente, même si on doit m'abattre I'm a animal, a real wise guy I don't talk, I let me boom bye, bye I shut down the clubs, and I hit the Ave DOC-TOR, fix a hole, like fix a flag SHEAH!, they yellin' out "He ain't shit!" Believe that, when I act like my weed ain't hit Def Jam, Vandetta, Jam Jay, forever Rock an umbrella, when I spit, nigga Plutôt warrior comme Holy Field, ma poésie prolifique Base mes origines au rap qui horrifie La masse qui crache des orifices La haine de l'habit comme on hait l'uniforme Pas l'homme et la forme de nos rimes horripilent Le poids des maux tue les clavicules Et les choix que l'Etat véhicule En laisse au régime, c'est la rage et l'écume Les traces du vécu sont les traces qu'on inflige au Ridim Terrorise comme les PSY 4 à coup d'crime auditif I'm rocking the fame, I'm hard-headed, my nuts the same I'm bringing dope back in the game, tap ya fame And get a fix, y'all ain't really seen bomb shit Even if you got Inspectah Deck, or Huns Blix Meth Man, Funk Doc, and IAM Got these half naked, Hollywood hoes, on spy cams Y'all know the program, get wit the program I ain't no singing nigga, this ain't no slow jam
Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down Blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro Son trifling fuck, wildflower on the cycling Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an' Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is blacks become immune to shit, we never did like eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs Men marrying men, ill they got the herbs pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter Livin' off land you god damn right I fuck fans king me Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G-O-D Make you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle Shake that body, party that body Don't fuck with Ghost you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm sayin' Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us We lay low glitter wax full bangles Priceless rolls, lay around the God get tangled Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff Move, every script's like Miramax Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust Selena Over night, God schedules, fed ex Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics Too hot, to handle one thought scrambling the mandolin Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when He rolling up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry


Wu-Tang Clan and affiliates over my own beats.


released August 18, 2017

Irn Mnky
Wu-Tang Clan
Ghostface Killah
Method Man
Killah Priest
Sunz of Man
Notorious B.I.G.


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