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Ill Bill – 21 lyrics

Posted by hatt on 11 October 2009, 1:40 am

[Chorus]

I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole
When the jury heard what I’d done, guilty was the vote
When the judge gave me my sentence, he read it to me cold
Whiskey on his breath, masturbating underneath his robe
Only 21 in prison, doing life without parole
When I had the chance, I should’ve sold the devil my soul
Hell yeah, I shot the sheriff, left his body full of holes
Now I’m 21 in prison, doing life without parole

[Verse 1]

We all enter the world the same way
Naked and screaming, soaked in blood but things change
Some are brought home to palaces, others to the projects
Some are born billionaires and some are born convicts
Momma said when life gives you lemons make lemonade
Take a piss in it and serve it to the people that you hate
My pops always said there’s only two types my friend
Those with loaded guns and those who eat shit ’til they’re dead
I miss both of them, one’s gone, the other in prison
I hate both of them, the love dies and none of it given
I gave both of them enough time to show me their wisdom
I’ll take both of them to hell with me, my soul is convicted
As I stand in front of Satan hoping for answers
Coping with madness, I hold the chrome like a social advantage
Never hate your enemies, it affects your judgement
Keep it close point blank range and render justice!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
The defendant’s story begins within a childhood of fear and misery
Age ten, witnessed his father murder his own mother
The guilt of her death lingers in his dreams when he slumbers
Even though he was a child he still felt responsible
Most of his adolescence in and out of mental hospitals
Anti-social, anti-everything
Sucked into a system, pacified by prescribed medicine
With psychiatrists as father figures
His biological a scumbag sociopath locked in prison
He hated him with all his heart and so he never visited
Thought the monster that his father was also lived in him
Kill a person you’re a murderer, thousands you’re a terrorists
Everyone, you’re the father of Jesus of Nazareth
Perception is reality, facts are negotiable
I’ll clap the mack off and put twenty-one holes in you

[Chorus]

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Soul Assassins feat. Necro and Sick Jacken – Rep Yo Shit lyrics

Posted by hatt on 6 September 2009, 11:26 am

[Necro]

Yo it’s Necro, Jacken, and Muggs
Smacking you thugs in the face, attacking you, lacing you
What up nigga? You can get cut up, put up or shut up
I put a foot in your ass your butt
Pussy, don’t push me, I get rowdy
Violent, evil, don’t doubt me
Wilding out on you in public
Fuck it you’re on it
You getting me upset nigga, never do forget ?
Your whole head split, blood, concrete, what?
Why you shocked? You know why you got rocked
Talk shit and I’ll pop your top
Bitch stop acting rugged, you’re not but my clique is
PLR, Psychorealm, Cypress, you’re not nice like this
You need work, I’ll ice pick you jerk
Stick you up, jig you up, go berserk

[Sick Jacken]

I got a rugged rhapsody, a blood cutter with the master weed
A little whisky and nasty me
Your whole team ain’t no match for me
Start shit, I got troops that’ll blast for me
This shit is PCP, lost angel dust, dangerous
We clique with NYC
My game goes nuts on this m-i-c
And killing, they’re ain’t nothing can end my spree

Psychologically we roam in a world of insanity
I can’t be too right in the head when I go to bed
But what the Devil handed me
My mind is stuck, I’m a sick fuck
Nothing better than some loot and a dick suck
A quick buck, better hope you don’t get cut
And they said psycho’s running street shit man so we clicked up

[Chorus]

PCP, LA homie, NYC
Hit you with the AK, rep yo shit
Blast you in the dome, fall back nigga
Where you from, homes?

PCP, LA homie, NYC
Hit you with the AK, rep yo shit
Blast you in the dome, fall back nigga
Where you from?

[Sick Jacken]

I’m back with the murder rap and the heroin track
We formed an alliance with vintage violence
And a maniac, it’s called death rap cause the bullshit faced the block
When the dust settles, you get raw clips from serial-scraped type metals
Ditto, souls, assassinate those
? execute them when we let off
Psychologically we roam in the realm of insanity
I can’t be too right in the head when I know the dead
Saw the end because of me
It’s madness, fuck around and you vanish
The savage street, a ravish beast, west or east
There’s no peace till decease
That’s why the block got heat
And why I lie with the cannons

[Necro]

New York, LA shit, real shit, give you a razor face lift
Peel clips, lay stiff
Hit you with the Glock trey fifth
Split your knock, pistol pop, flip you, grip the ox
Shank you up for set tripping, blood red dripping
Nigga you’d better get to stepping before I rep it
Brooklyn, the Pico-Union, united chico, smack you like Nico
Above the law, run up on you with the gun up on me
And soon you discover the floor
Try to cover your jaw from the multiple jabs
Slip through your defence, brutal intense
Cut your ventricles in intervals
Sharp tentacles, upside-down pentigals
Identical stab wounds in your jugular
Thug it out nigga, plug the slug in ya

[Chorus]

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Myka 9 – 1969 lyrics

Posted by hatt on 6 September 2009, 10:30 am

[Verse 1]

Hippies, politicals, hippies to sexual revolution
Led Zeppelin, Woodstock plastics, innocence
Jimmy Hendrix, free love and indeed sunshine of your mind
The peace movement took Chicago late
And they took four dead in Ohio
The nakedness awakening a riot
Monte Python was flying in the circus
Bliss concerts, you know the doors are open
And the Vietnam War, Bob Dylan, Electric Kool-Aid, Acid tests once more
Soul Shakedown, ?, Bob Marley, Weather The Storm
King Keezy, Jamaica and the shores
Alistair Crowley, Blowfly records
From Rocksteady to hardcore
The Gutter Punks that rock and roll adored

[Chorus]

Every memory all around me
Every energy comes flowing to the show
It was all in me back in 1969

With my mother and my father’s seeds
? to discovery
From the moments that I couldn’t have even I began to breathe
Back in 1969

[Verse 2]

Ska and reggae with the buddhism, good ism
This is space oddity and David Bowie listen
With the mushrooms that Terence McKenna do
The nudist colonies, never fearing ?
Syphilites and peyote
And the play called heroin
We were noticed ?
Women’s rights, votes wagon buses
Bra burning, militant discussions
Faithful Grateful Dead and ganja
Crystal energies, something strong for the head
And lots of drugs, goo goo’s and rainbows
San Francisco styles of ?
Haight-Ashbury, Venice Beach
Janice Joplin ?
Aldus Huxley LSD
Free speech, Timothy Leary
Doors of perception are appearing

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Black and white connection, Miles Davis in collection
Indian spirits resurrections
James Brown getting down
Onto country joe, the cointelpro file
Counterculture know how
The trip over racial violence, we can liberate from this
Give back to the land, earth, day
And announce that it works this way

[Chorus]

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Soul Assassins feat. Cynic – World We’re In lyrics

Posted by hatt on 6 September 2009, 10:05 am

Man this shit isn’t clearing up, people keep giving up
We get singled out but I don’t really give a fuck
I ain’t stopping now, I got something that’ll get em up
And bring them out their seats
If they’re talking they come back it up
This lifestyle been ill right how
This year I couldn’t smile, foul life ain’t fair
My flow kind of turned me to ? just start something
Like you ain’t got nothing left and hear the pistols start pumping
We out of patience, no one helping at all
It’s expected to say the least by the leaders us in charge
They hate us, we left out in the abyss with the sharks
No hope for us, keep praying, get played by those on top
I’m recreating like a ? so I’m good with the gods
I’m still out there riding for my family and we keep providing
And it feels like nothing’s left makes me wanna start robbing
This position that we in make it hard to see profit

Man the problem is we’re the biggest part of it
The crisis growing and we’re not stopping it, ain’t even trying to fight it

Man we gotta get used to the stuff that’s ahead
So fuck around and lay your ground with them others for dead
They call us crazy basically, fill each other with lead
Nobody’s ever gonna rescue when we’re facing our death
I’m in touch with the people and I heard it more than ever before
And that’s the federal government’s fault
The homies still incarcerated ?
They tell me that one day y’all might see their faces
And it feels like youngsters keep following their traces
Wasting their time at this rate, they might not make it
It’s been hard through it all ?
But nobody else ? don’t ? raw cut like us
Too many problems that we just won’t solve em
So pardon if the attitude’s hard and then the heart don’t soften
Rhyme after rhyme is fuck the police, they won’t help us regardless
We forever their number one targets

Man the problem is we’re the biggest part of it
The crisis growing and we’re not stopping it, ain’t even trying to fight it

But we still gonna rise like east to locations just fine
And then shine like the sun in the east
This is survival of the fittest mind, body, and spirit
So we ready for the ? push to their limits
So if you ever about to fall, break away ?
We’re gonna be that team that brings it most
Brings the Beamers and the Porsche, beach houses, and a boat
Got me stuck fuck like I don’t want to think anymore

Man the problem is we’re the biggest part of it
The crisis growing and we’re not stopping it, ain’t even trying to fight it

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Sick Jacken feat. Evidence – Classical lyrics

Posted by hatt on 6 September 2009, 12:05 am

[Verse 1]

I’m at the corner street pharmacy
Copping medication for my artistry
That shit opens up my mind honestly
My habit gotta have it, I just add it to economies
And black markets, spark it and leave behind the poverty
Mahogany armoury tucked cause it’s hard to be living in harmony
In streets that beef constantly
I’m just a no-name, no-game, but check how my flow bangs
The dope game, snow-wrapped lines like cocaine
There’s an old saying, the best and last
I haven’t came up yet so that just means that my descent ain’t fast
I got the hood on my back, put the block on the map
And rap, the street games did it before that
I do this shit to soundtrack them
Psychorealm harmonized with Mac 10’s
My music’s like the anthem for action
Classic material never goes out of fashion
Sick Jacken repping for the army of masked men, yeah

[Verse 2]

I was sane, my days became inanimate pain
Was once done for fun, now summer’s a cold game
Now runners have old mans, comers have warned me
This ain’t ? still lock the corners
The cameras shoot it, play your cards, I play you, choose it
I chose good life and good music
Night time do it, I rep for you and you
So CA true, it’s part 2, my son will renew it
I vow to never leave the earth without a statement first
Without worship, they’re saying it’s church
Without a purchase, they’re saying the words
Without verses I wouldn’t know you for whatever it’s worth
Other mugs live it up, brake lights never touch
Used to hit the red now it’s black moving up
Tax bracket like a racket slapping us up
Still rapping the crap shoot but hitting the bucks, E

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Sick Jacken feat. B-Real – The Sickside lyrics

Posted by hatt on 5 September 2009, 6:14 pm

[Verse 1]

Let me tell you about my hood, let me tell you about my block
So many hoodlums, so many cops
Two ways out, get paid or in a box
One way to win, do what you can and shake the spot
Slugs, pills, a lot of drug deals and thugs killed
It’s all for money and the power cause the buck’s real
And if you’re scared homie you can cop a church, kneel
Pray to God, see if he even gives a fuck still
There’s no religion, just these concrete saints
That only kneel when the sharpness shanks
In the street and in the holding tanks
In the west by the ? banks
Where in war does your army rank?
Soldier, I seen this shit young
That’s my poison tongue
Only spits about my boys with guns
Fire got you shook, you only hear the noise and run
And that fear makes extortion fun
You ain’t the one

[Chorus]

If all hoods are the same, let me tell you about mine
All these young kids doing street level crime
Some on the run and some doing time
We gotta turn these kids to a sickside mind

Cali is sick, New York is sick
Chi-town sick, the whole block sick
When you’re out on the street doing dirt with your clique
Just remember the legit gets the law of the dick

[Verse 2]

Now I don’t want to be stuck with this bad luck shit
All you mushed out bitches I can’t fuck with
This whole subject is painful, I love it
We share the stories not meant for the public
We struggle to get here, next year new story
Taking over, wait’s over, best feel the change over
What it took to prosper, no apologies to offer
Got the best you can put on a roster
Psycho sick, assassins sick
Every now and then we need a revolution
So we spray the hallways
You’re in a haze when the song plays
And you don’t want to come at us the wrong way
It’s only for some, this crazy ass city we run
It’s in our blood, we live and die by the gun
Wipe your tears or the blood right in front of your eyes
This city is cold and she don’t cry when you die

[Chorus]

If all hoods are the same, let me tell you about mine
All these young kids doing street level crime
Some on the run and some doing time
We gotta turn these kids to a sickside mind

LA is sick, New Jersey is sick 
Beantown sick, the whole block sick
When you’re out on the street doing dirt with your clique
Just remember the legit gets the law of the dick

[Verse 3]

I’m from a crooked angle, eh homie make my dust angel
This city block got me locked in a tight strangle
Graffiti bombs, see these walls by the knife angle
At least too raw, milli wars and the stars spangled
That’s what the ? is for, exercise the art of war
In the hood but not in yours, that’s when the shotties rock
Watch where you’re at man, the streets in a constant spar
Don’t try to be a hero, that’s what the cops are for
The lifestyle we lead is money, whiskey, and weed
And gun battles make it risky indeed
No money, more problems got my city in need
It’s CA all day where we hustle and bleed
Scrape the Cali concrete for dope
Stay hungry in the street cause this music shit’s about to blow
Trying to stay out of the county so I dodge the law
And these enemies that plot my fall, fuck em all

[Chorus]

If all hoods are the same, let me tell you about mine
All these young kids doing street level crime
Some on the run and some doing time
We gotta turn these kids to a sickside mind

Atlanta is sick, Philly stay sick
Texas sick, the whole block sick
When you’re out on the street doing dirt with your clique
Just remember the legit gets the law of the dick

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B-Real feat. Sick Jacken – Psycho Realm Revolution lyrics

Posted by hatt on 5 September 2009, 9:14 am

[Verse 1]

I roll harder than I ever did, smarter than I ever was
Careful what you’re caught up in, gangster a hustler
Enemies are close by with emptying semis
I’m friendly and carrying a grudge, we don’t budge
Try to judge, we the ones screaming out fuck love
Meaning we don’t give a fuck what you’re thinking of us
Cause when you grow up in the lost cities, better be quick
Cause bullets are coming at a high velocity spit
Searching for the lost souls, all of them are hostile
This is what it costs you travelling the crossroads
Paint it like Picasso, memorize how the song goes
Got you in a stronghold in song mode
The last of the psychos, ride the legend
It’s a fine line to ride between Hell and Heaven
This is what you waited on, others hated on
Still we made it on, never faded on
Haters say we take it long

[Chorus]

Crazy ass psychos looting
It’s the return of the Psycho Realm Revolution
It’s the streets and the coppers are shooting
Pick up your guns cause we’re back to what we were doing

Drinking, fighting, and shooting
Pick up your guns, it’s the Psycho Realm Revolution
The Sick Side Army is moving
Through the streets, it’s a Psycho Realm Revolution

[Verse 2]

When the Realm returns with two thirds watch the game be burned
Cyclone, hurricane and the crazy ?
Sick Side Army stay on me, this lady ?
I keep my skill fine tuned with a daily ?
Some Jack and herb, a little bit of talent ?
Will get my mind right for spitting these words
We’re still here homie, fuck what you heard
The games going to the street and it so happens that’s where I serve
Still fuck the hoolah, we still fuck with the psycho buddha
On the hill where they burn weed like plastic shooters
These Glock 17’s, they drop enemies
It rarely happens till the meth and rock intervenes
I pen a scene, this menacing like any target
Getting in the way of my red vision killer beam
Go solo, get a team, keep yourself barely seen
And get prepared for the return of the Eloheem

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

We’re the reason that you got blown, the legend is colossal
Sicker than we’ve ever been living by the lost code
Thoughts on the long road, we carry momentum
With the venom to send em home and end em
Let it be known we steadily readily roam
? chrome to ripping a clone
And making you disassemble the microphone
Return of the cyclone, smoking of the pipe blown
I and my disciple got you in a blindfold

My brain’s stained with visions of ‘caine, I’m on the fast lane
Bullet train takes me to a prison for fame
Rap street slang cause man, these streets don’t listen the same
The psycho, they just click and they aim
Some of them slain, most are insane
And they don’t really give a fuck about the death or the pain
Know what I mean? My music soundtracks this
Everyone should have this
Nowadays the exchange of tracklist is ?

[Chorus]

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DJ Babu feat. Evidence – For Whatever It’s Worth lyrics

Posted by hatt on 1 September 2009, 6:28 pm

[Verse 1]

Just knowing that you know who I am is enough
What if we meet up and I don’t even have the right touch?
That’s the reason the number posted up ain’t called
I be beat up so I just paint a picture call
Perfect alright I’m trying new shit, nothing’s hurting
No pain comes and goes, nothing’s working
No highs no lows, different days might be around the corner
Still no expression, no sign on my face shows
Those that pay close attention might sense it
Whatever it’s worth I make sense but still fenced in
Sent in by the man upstairs destined
A messenger so great you start wrestling
With thoughts of failure, maybe I can barely float
With these sharks surrounding the boat
But then the hope comes, it’s the light cut through the clouds
Girls cutting him down, rappers bucking him down
That’s nothing, I found my thirst for better or worse
I ain’t trying to boast, just whatever it’s worth
I’m the next one up to bat to bring it home
I’m the popular vote, it’s medicine from the earth
For whatever it’s worth

[Verse 2]

Sense of change, I stay alert
These days never settling, it’s better than peddling work
I’m so invested, the rest is up to him
Unless destiny’s gonna test it first
Bills make themselves, honest though it hurts
I used to love her till the condom broke
And what’s worse is your first love never goes away
When you’re first on a different page
I’m first to say, I’m first to stay dilated
Whether the size of a purse or the stage that I’m taking
Money don’t grow on trees but when it comes it falls like leaves
I might have my break out, I’mma chip up and cake out
Mash out for whatever it’s worth
I’mma chip up and cash out
I bang with the best and not with a vest on
Ain’t who you guessed, underestimated slept on
Without me no case to rest on
I don’t give orders, I make suggestions
A brand of trust I place bets on
That’s season three
For whatever it’s worth

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Da Grassroots feat. Mr. Roam From The Plant – Price Of Livin’ lyrics

Posted by hatt on 31 August 2009, 6:28 pm

[Verse 1]

It’s a new era, new time, new beginning
See me come out of hidden, raising the price of living
And I make decisions dealing with rappers’ fate
Niggas call 9-11 when my throat vibrates
Province to state, I make moves too smooth
In avenues I bring crews the blues
Enough of introduct, I know some kid that’s out to buck
Went out to make a buck and got fucked
Word is born I’m in my own categor
Steady building treasure
Rhyme style at the top of the pile to crush yours
Man I move too smooth (Too smooth)
Yes y’all new school star, king of the hill
King of the broads
Got rhymes street sick make your girl do tricks
Shaking her butt like what asking me about my occupation
I said I’m in a rap group
She said you’re one of those kids who talks shit over loops?
Man I move too smooth
I stepped hard to the right and grabbed the mic
Bout to set this bitch right
Live at the barbeque man it was old school night
Big Daps was there talking Freedom 25
Roama blessed the mic, niggas’ll catch mad vibes
When I start to take flight, what it’s like?
It’s like me being a champion writer
And your whole crew’s a set of biters man
I won’t diss you cause yo you dissed yourself
Spitting the whole three minutes sounding like somebody else
Kids play R Kelly cause you remind em of something
But when I start to bless the mic you know the man dem caan say nuttin
Cause I’m too smooth, better yet too rough
I’ll get you high off of this here stuff, high

[Chorus x 2]

Something’s got to give so I’m about to give in
Someone’s got to win so I’mma win it
Make you feel like robbing a bank, you’re best to go and give thanks
The Roama has risen, raising the price of living

[Verse 2]

Something’s gotta give real soon
I know a place that’s like a ticking time bomb
You hear tick too late, boom
And I got an entourage laying in a lagoon
Full of Jamaican money makers and Guyanese tycoons
Whose main object is to claim and respect
Tyrant running tanks through imperial banks
And we’re eating enchiladas when you’re begging tofu
Why? Cause I’m smooth, no need to be rude
Hot cause I don’t like to dream about getting when there’s money involved
Cashing cheques is like Guiness and rough sex
See it feels too good to let go, word yo
It’s like the girl I had mentioned, see I showed her my intentions
Now she can’t look dead in my face
She’s doing ninety with brakes
Acting like I didn’t deal with the case
But I did, wet the “Mids” on a summer night’s mission
Mr. Roam From The Plant, thank God for the friction

[Chorus x 2]

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Nujabes feat. Funky DL – Don’t Even Try It lyrics

Posted by hatt on 26 August 2009, 12:02 am

[Verse 1]

Hey yo step back, my voice hit the track
? is back putting hack on the map
And it’s about that time to come correct with the rhyme
Get your feathers and climb to make the ladies feel fine
We shine like sunlight and make the beat run right
Making you rock like you only got one life
Left to feel this, stepping with the realness
We deal this now it’s all about the illness
Half-stepping, never that, we roll properly
A couple hundred bucks past go just like Monopoly
We full flash working this game like professionals
Lyrically put me to work, my feet sessional
I got you open while you digest my sound
Bugging out while you watch my record spin around
You love the way that it sound well go buy it
Think about biting my style? Don’t even try it

[Chorus]

What you trying me for?
Yo kid it ain’t worth it
What you trying me for?
Because my rhyme style’s perfect
What you trying me for?
You ain’t going nowhere with that
So don’t try it, ain’t nobody hearing that

So don’t try it cause nobody’s hearing that
And don’t try it, we don’t like you weak cats
And don’t try it, it’s getting hard for you to beat this
It wasn’t worth it cause I figured out your weakness

[Verse 2]

Who’s up next? Who want to test and make me get vexed?
Who wants to test ST while he be on decks?
You know we make people bounce like out-of-date cheques
And take a step back like getting back with your ex
? the sound, incorporate the jazz step
You wanna front son? You’re walking on your last step
Wickedly shifty, it make your crew say
You put my tape inside your box, I’ll make your breastplate
Erasing cats with their raps when he pass through
Just so long as they never ever diss the class crew
They have to show the most respect for DNAQ
We always giving out the love and never hate you
We never ever came to do this on some quick shh
But when we do you know we guaranteed to rip shh
We make the loud rap cats stay quiet
Think about stepping to D? Don’t even try it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Yo this be my last verse, the verse to be the free throw
Ey yo we breezing right through like when the wind blows
But when the kick drum pump we break your windows
You know when shit gets played just like Nintendos
Big up my man ? we make the beat knock
Big up to Strumfield, Dela, and Pete Rock
I got my style on lock just like a cellblock
Cause when I ride on beats I make your legs shocked
It’s hip hop nonstop, we elevating this
So many cats out there will be relating this
Debating this but yo we on a love vibe
Making you jump to this, we on a club vibe
Turn this music right up, I need to hear this
Lyrically as an MC, DL’s fearless
Maintaining myself to start a riot
Think about taking me out? Don’t even try it

[Chorus]

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