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DJ Muggs vs. Sick Jacken – Reptilian Renaissance lyrics

Posted by hatt on 27 February 2010, 11:21 am

[Verse 1]

I’m at the ? waking up from a nightmare
My palms sweating like faucets
Then I look at the tube, what’s that right there?
Two planes crashed into New York City
The shit’s making Non Phixion not a conspiracy theory
I grab the Street Sweeper and the nine milli
And get on the horn and call my man “Did you see that shit?”

Yeah man, I woke up to the news on Fox
The towers dropped, my first thought “George and his pops.”

Yeah man, them devils shits on another level
They just took out a whole lotta heads and blamed Arab rebels
I can’t sit back cause LA’s next
I won’t stop till their head lays rest
A wild guess but the Bin Ladens have been down with ? plotting right?
They own a piece of the US, they bought a slice
But when the price is right it makes the hustle nice
Blood money filled up the pipes by snake types

[Chorus]

Look at the President he shape-shifting man
Look at the Prime Minister he shape-shifting man
Look at the Kings and Queens they shape-shifting man
They all inhumans, they all snakes with fins

[Verse 2]

We’re in some deep shit, new millenium sounds like TV script
I only wish that I could see these shifts
We’re gonna need spiritual medicinemen
Cause it ain’t gonna enough of just ? and ?
You got anybody in mind?

This uncle of mine who works in the spirit world travelling time
Who knows about a spiritual war, the shifters are ? destroy the land
This whole thing’s crazy but we prepared for the other race
We whack on bushes so we could see these snakes

I got TV ? tapes now burned to my CD case
And names of fakes that my TV ?
Programs on your TV lace, sublime ammo shot to the brain
The average person feels no pain
When they execute the game plan we don’t pay attention to shit
They kill masses while they killing the fifth

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3]

They got smart cards for dummies
The ancient con art of running game
They trying to bogart the money
In a power mover, not greed
Eliminating cash would give em full control of your chips and your food
If you don’t got loot then you can’t physically own it
They don’t need to confiscate it, they can just delete it from you homie
It’s all about control, mental and physical
They ? on your soul ? dough
Even if you’re good man religion got you sucked in
Hope will blind you all from seeing the scales of the pope
The only scale we see is for weighing the dope
We’re so fucked up, they doing this shit right under our powdered nose
Man this ain’t no propaganda, I think it’s time we stand up
Expose the army of serpents and man up
They don’t call it the United Snakes for nothing
The reptilian renaissance ? is coming

[Chorus x 2]

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Sick Jacken and Cynic – 2 Sides To Every Story lyrics

Posted by hatt on 20 February 2010, 3:11 pm

[Verse 1]

Two blocks, two gangs, two sides, who have one beef
One mission in life and that’s to bang
A blue rag hang out of his pocket, that’s for sur
Up north there’s red, we’re divvied up into two lands 
That’s two hands can shake in a prison cell
But out on the street it’s war and fear
That’s why we call it the killing fields
And feelings will get pushed to the side
A trigger ? filled with love letters
Signed, sealed, delivered to take lives
It’s ill we don’t recognise the street where we ride
In one car, that’s how we run the shit on the inside
But on the outs, it’s where you from that counts
And whose sack of dope got more bounce to the ounce
Two towns burn rounds for the sake of just getting down
It could be over drugs or bitches, power or riches
Cowards or snitches ending up with flowers in ditches
Educate the youth, tell em how they can listen

[Chorus]

There’s two sides to every story
All wars got a losing side for every winner’s glory
They say gangs will never die but maybe we can change that slowly
Go from two sets to one army

The streets going into one massive power of change
A revolution too hard to contain, it’s that Sick Side movement
This madness is soul-moving
I try keep sanity but it’s too sick, I need to keep shooting

[Verse 2]

It’s too late for peace on the streets it seems
Cause the way these kids act today is something out of a movie screen
Picture your twelve year old kid with a nine
Be well aware that he’s either killing or dying
There’s a thin line between being psycho and blind
Two sides, better make up your mind
There’s one life, one death at a time
Lived so understand this
The yin yang exists when you’re talking about balances
And one block will swing a kid looking for answers
Now he’s taking penitentiary chances
Kidnapping and murder, he ain’t even gonna ask for a ransom
He’s just trying to show and prove he’s a gangster
Inheriting wars and enemies without having a chance
To really think about the beef and if it’s something he stands for
The sickness is spreading like cancer
You could go to Japan and see the gang bang style that we mastered

[Chorus]

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Nullset – El Naturale lyrics

Posted by hatt on 14 November 2009, 10:14 am

[Intro]

I won’t bite your style, I won’t bite your style
I won’t bite your style, I won’t bite your style
I won’t bite your style, I won’t bite your style
I won’t bite your style, it’s el naturale

[Verse 1]

I never take advice from the karaoke junkies
Plagiarize, never ? another hillbilly
Acting silly with your two cent comment
Monkey see, monkey do until I vomit
Your sample approval is unncessarry
Not aware, I don’t care about your adversaries
Sour grapes beginning to sound like wine
Contemplate rules with fools who waste my time
Like a shark, I’m parked under the minefields
Blowing up latitudes so I can see who’s real
Who’s fooling who and the proof is in the actual outcome 
I won’t bite your style meanwhile it’s el naturale

[Chorus x 2]

I won’t bite your style, it’s el naturale
Not a carbon copy but the actual
So check the proof, this is the factual
I won’t bite your style, it’s el naturale

[Verse 2]

Your mouth runs like a Mazaratti matchbox 
Sucker try to put your press on dreadlocks
Looking pretty as your situation sours
Hot karate, double down hit the showers
Keep your complaints, don’t need your chump change
I re-arrange the game, it’s fake then the fools play
Straight away from the truth and not the actual 
I won’t bite your style meanwhile it’s el naturale

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

You gotta know the critics are the cynics
With the bullshit and lies all the time I’m kicking sick shit
I never had a need for the mainstream scene
Or the greed that I seen since I was age three
So don’t tell me how I feel for real
If you see me on the street now repeat: you don’t know me
So let me sign off bye don’t make no eye to eye
And it’ll all be fine when I ?

[Chorus x 2]

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East Coast Avengers feat. Statik Selektah and Celph Titled – East Coast Overdose lyrics

Posted by hatt on 31 October 2009, 6:37 pm

[Verse 1: Trademarc]

We’re young, bored, not dumb, self-absorbed
Numb heroes unsung
Now I’ve been holding my tongue (Why?)
Cause slang sound dumb when you’re over thirty-one
When you’re overdone, over-hyped, overpaid
Overnight stars can’t write two bars without an oversight
Fronting like an overbite
It’s only right (What?) there’s been a lot of lonely nights
Where I struggle and fight well I cope
Is like juggling knifes on sight
Ropes at a frightening height
Wrists like open both, writing suicide notes
With knots in your throat like boxes of votes
What’s wrong? I’ve seen enough doctors in cloaks
It’s unimpressive, I’m clinical
Manic depressive, cynical
Mood swings move like rings
Cyclical, panic obsessive, I can be aggressive
It’s typical to find me ripping you, it’s overly excessive
Everything I spit at you, admit it you openly try to ridicule
But you could never swallow everything you bit into
Straight out, more or less you gonna fade out
Laid out before like you like a shadow when the shade out
Don’t make me pull the one plus eight out

[Chorus]

Are you listening?
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the east
East Coast boom-bap, pm to the am
The revolution is near, are you listening?
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdose

If I had to choose a coast I got to choose the east
East Coast Avengers, pm to the am
Some say the revolution is near, are you listening?
East Coast boom-bap all day

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]

I let a wild bull loose on the White House lawn
Twenty minutes later I had the President on the horn
Word is born, and that’s real talk
With phony silence, one look in my rhyme book homie and it’s only violence
At the telly in a bathrobe with loaded chrome
Vacation in Boca Raton left you with broken bones
If you provoke it it’s on, that means we get it popping
Cop a thousand bricks from a thousand cops at a government auction
We rap regurgitators, repeat my verse, my fans say shit cause my words contagious
In hindsight I guess I rhyme like no other MC can rhyme like
Think you better then I’m like, “Yeah right.”
Cause ain’t nobody that sounds like this
I’m a motherfucking rap perfectionist
So all the other MC’s that came before me
Gotta realise that I am the future, you will adorn me
And did I mention that I’m pitching crack?
Underhand with rubber bands and my East Coast Avengers mask
Begin my wrath in a Samurai sword stance
Though you went to Heaven but got denied by the doorman

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Esoteric]

After PE but before Flavor of Love
After Jay-Z but before he got played in clubs
There was an MC spitting that wasn’t afraid of blood
That wasn’t afraid of struggle, that wasn’t afraid to muscle
His way into the game with hustle like Russel and have a cheque
We power forward, you were gone, just a passing threat
Plus that hood you grew up that’s the top of a bassinet
You’re more metal than ghetto son of Geppetto
I’m a rebel yelling devil, I’m a level your empire
Y’all fail again, we got the Midi Alien
East Coast Avengers dawg, I ain’t in blood
Lie in the mud, run for cover
Thought they fly in the SCUD’s
You can’t handle bare facts with the mind of a bug
These thugs wanna go out with a bang but die with a sigh and a thud
Tell me what’s good with that, tell me what’s hood with that
Tell me you’re pushing a pen dawg and I’ll push you crack

[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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The Psycho Realm ft. Cynic – Metal Rain lyrics

Posted by hatt on 5 September 2009, 9:54 pm

[Verse 1]

They say my actions make me feel all alone
I suppose but my calm is when I sit down and smoke
The truth: I couldn’t feel more at home
My M.O., let em know we are ready to go
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Cross these lines and get sent to the morgue
If I repent then I meet the good Lord and settle my scores
The odds against us, I don’t think it’ll happen
It’s fucking tragic the way we still trapped in this madness

A street story never changes, it just stays the same
Ride for infamy, to bring the metal rain is the way to fame
That leaves the city in a state of pain
In our reality you get caught in a storm and remain inane
The weatherman just forecast hale of ammunition
It got the city shook like they seen an apparition
I’m waiting for raindrops to fall and start hissing
My street platoon will just embark on another mission

[Chorus]

Rain, guns, and floods
The city want pain just because
The gun range make you lose your mind
Bullet to your brain
War leaving you all with blood stains

[Verse 2]

We still bring the weather report for rain
The conditions in the underground, the factions at war
It’s the biggest steel storm ever to form
Over the city of God, flood the city of Sodom
From LA to Ramallah, praise Yeshua holla
But the media made me worship the dollar
It’s certain shit, the verse is quick
What it is, the beast got ahold of our spirit
Look in the mirror, that’s why homies don’t prosper
Cynic the mobster corrupted by the evil of monsters
Lucifer, son of the morning, forever will haunt him
I feel the calm before the storm
Sometimes when the heavens crack and we can ? sit on the throne

A lost soldier roams, a lot colder from the covert arms
Battles between the mass of Skull and Bones
The last Bush drew blood, that whole dynasty is full of thorns
They left the street depression muffled by the bullet swarms
We weather the storm with Hail Marys
Your legendary Christ ain’t suffice to stop it and it gets real heavy
The metal rain’s deadly, don’t let it get you wet
If you ain’t ready you’ll be very hard to resurrect
Where black ops form the clock’s now on
I shoot back where they’re hoping I don’t clap my own
I’m on a flood watch homie cause it’s too hot still
And blood drops when these two blocks killed
It’s too real when the

[Chorus]

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Sick Jacken feat. Donnie Castro – Grapples Of War lyrics

Posted by hatt on 19 July 2009, 11:05 am

[Intro]

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will be no rerun, brothers. The revolution will be live.

Uh. What. It will not be televised, it will unfold before all of our eyes. All my soldiers in line until the day we die. The SS army. C’mon.

[Verse 1: Cynic]

Man I’m a soldier in the army of God
I don’t study Islam but I believe in Jihad
I bring terror like the crew Hamas
And I don’t believe in hanging all my faith on a cross
I’m from the era when these rappers were hard
And they spit more niners not just bullet scars on cars
They all confused about who the fuck they are
I hope I live long though it contradicts my song
Man I have a young seed so I must succeed
Worry about all my nieces out there on the streets
And my nephews out carrying heat
Gotta chill and prepare for the day to fight the beast
They say the revolution won’t be televised
It will unfold before our eyes with our soldiers in line
But they’re not human so they’re killing our kind
Feeding us lies, hoping that our mind might die

[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]

Paragraphs that cut in half, your mind stayed hashed
Change a psychopath, break away from slave chains that got you trapped
I got a real message for your camp
There’s a lot of knowledge buried in these lines beyond gangster rap
I surgically remove the cancer that affects your mind, body, and soul
Even with warriors the story gets old
The poor be shackled in the grapples of war
While our mothers spending time crying in chapels and morgues
And we blame it on the crack of course, the firecracker goes off
Triggers don’t pull themselves, we give them the force
You want to find the source of evil, man? Look at the cause
A lot of people dying off with insignificant wars
And we’re governed by the simplest laws, the first ten of the cross
We’re lost angels in the city of gods
You ain’t the only one, this world has suffered and lost
The war’s easy but peace seems harder to come across

[Verse 3: Donnie Castro]

I’m a mix between Gandhi and Genghis Khan
I love war, in which the people will win
The evilest men, they sacrifice innocent life
For dinner tonight, killer I’m defending the mic
Donnie not a playboy cause I’m matching shoes
Matching tools, hunt and capture the fools
Attacking the crew, pull out the blam on you dudes
Ever since mommy told me I should join the Sith
Learned to flip then things became intense
It was declared in the US I die on the fence
So I made blueprints and dug into the trench
Clark Kent, you could never save me at all
I’m shady and raw and got guts like out of the morgue
Feel like going on tour’s more like a war
While you’re walking out your Porsche my tongue slice like swords
Fucking eight off, fortified in your Ford

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Snowgoons feat. Sick Jacken, Cynic, and Bacardi Riam – Sick Life lyrics

Posted by hatt on 17 July 2009, 3:07 pm

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]

One fallen angel make over mankind and fuck with a mass mind
The cross breeders rap, I’m a psychopath landmine
The unstable, unbreakable, strike fatal
The sick stick together like NATO
One-eight-oh degrees, he’s now state-owned
Lost in the city of angels with no halo
It’s Hades on the surface, best to just stay low
I’m like Hell on Earth while I’m under snake scales
The sick-minded aligned with cliques drowned with
Shots round with, brown fellows click Brownings
Cops sounding sirens to get loud and
Watch your back cause it could happen to you
From the cradle to the grave with a shoe
The psyche of the street remains in the brain of the LA zoo
Crooked cops and the government set the blueprint
For the gunmen, the black in the SA Coupe

[Chorus]

It’s the life of the trife, cross and get your wig spliced
Meet Christ when you crap dice
Drag my angel dust fights so my mind don’t think twice
A journey in a mental street life

[Verse 2]

They’ve been predicting the end of time for thousands of years now
Chaos is all they sponsor, the monster serving their God
Abominations of God, monster on the versus the occupation ?
We wanna bring change but can’t really change ourselves
In Hell we live no matter how much wealth you got
Hope, that’s been forgot
The big plot is taking place in our face, we all robots
My thoughts I’ve been given in the streets, my gun
That’s my religion, it protects and provides me vision
It inspires and preach, keep it all at peace
Meanwhile they all make loot for the beast
There’s got to be a better way, a better day ahead
Not a horrible death to men
We have an army of soldiers and generals sin
By the great mystery to protect what’s left

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

It’s a race against time in these days we living
Trying to keep my mind right, trying to stay out the prison
They got us digging our own hole, sacrificing our own soul
When 99.9 don’t know how it all goes
I’m in that .1 percent fighting back control
Thief planet, fist up ready to roll
No, I won’t fold, bend, and break
I know the shifts shape, they really snakes when the doors is closed
Keep my head on a swivel, always watch for foes
Homies say I’m p-noid cause I’m always ready
For situations that cause me to react deadly
What I spit to these melodies is written in stone
Far from a clone, I’m in a frequency of my own
Where few men have travelled is where I call home
In my whole different zone where niggas stay drunk off rum and get blown

[Chorus]

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