Sunday, March 5, 2017
Twinkle Man Notes in LF Legacy Disk
Twinkle Man Notes:
The files are divided into 2 parts. The reason for this was that my video capture card couldn't create .AVI files that exceeded 2 GB.
Twinkle Man was a movie made in 1996. This film has permeated throughout American culture since then, and has made a subconscious impact on the youth.
The movie is still enjoyed and studied by many who possess the copy of the videocassette and passed on from person to person. It is estimated that over 100 video cassette copies exist. Copies exist all the way from Florida to Washington state, even Wisconsin and Massachusettes.
The movie is true magic. It represents the excitement of utilizing every moment to the fullest, and just going with your impulse. We hope you can enjoy it on the computer as much as people have enjoyed it on videocassette for the past 3 and a half years.
It takes more than 1 viewing to fully appreciate its value. Many people view the movie nightly and learn the entire dialogue. When you memorize it word for word, it begins to sound like a song, and then you will understand highest meaning of the movie.
Twinkle Man II attempted to recapture the feeling of Twink 1, but because it was planned and not captured in the "sense of the moment" it didn't create the same magic as part 1. It still is a fine film though. The film was never completed.
You own a piece of the 23rd Street culture. Enjoy it and pass it on to a friend.
Peace,
Director Jonathan Lippe
The files are divided into 2 parts. The reason for this was that my video capture card couldn't create .AVI files that exceeded 2 GB.
Twinkle Man was a movie made in 1996. This film has permeated throughout American culture since then, and has made a subconscious impact on the youth.
The movie is still enjoyed and studied by many who possess the copy of the videocassette and passed on from person to person. It is estimated that over 100 video cassette copies exist. Copies exist all the way from Florida to Washington state, even Wisconsin and Massachusettes.
The movie is true magic. It represents the excitement of utilizing every moment to the fullest, and just going with your impulse. We hope you can enjoy it on the computer as much as people have enjoyed it on videocassette for the past 3 and a half years.
It takes more than 1 viewing to fully appreciate its value. Many people view the movie nightly and learn the entire dialogue. When you memorize it word for word, it begins to sound like a song, and then you will understand highest meaning of the movie.
Twinkle Man II attempted to recapture the feeling of Twink 1, but because it was planned and not captured in the "sense of the moment" it didn't create the same magic as part 1. It still is a fine film though. The film was never completed.
You own a piece of the 23rd Street culture. Enjoy it and pass it on to a friend.
Peace,
Director Jonathan Lippe
The 23rd Street LD UD Family
Artists who have dropped tracks on Lyrical Fusion albums:
808 Pimp aka Rob G
Phatboy
2FL
Papa Frido
Lil Jay The Ripper
Slim Doshia
Smokey aka Gigolo
Canoflauge
Quick Con
E-Ruckus
Masta D
Marvin
Englewood Luke
Poison Exstacy aka The Black Widow
Mikey
Playa Lamps
8-Trak Da Ol Skool Playa
Shadowsquad
Hektik
Bert Dog
Rich Dog
Amy
Ernie
Ruffley
Rean and Kyle from "Pen 15 Orchestra, 20th Century Blew and Silent Bob"
Soul and Crystal Eyes
Salvatore Giansiracusa
Eskimo Joe and Jack Maxwell from Southpole
Evil Eye
Coolwhip
Spoons
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23rd Street peers, parents and pets that all grew up together
Richard Mingle
Amy Mingle
Robbie Mingle
Wendy Mingle
Brandi, Honey, Trax, and Clyde
Mr and Mrs Mingle
Ryan Gerardi
Eric Gerardi
Jason Gerardi
Mr and Mrs Gerardi
Andy Garcia
Phillip Garcia
Anthony Garcia
Mr and Mrs Garcia
Albert Menendez
Christina Menendez
Mr and Mrs Menendez
Lucy and Tabby
Lisa Slutsky
Brian Slutsky
Dusty The Dog
Mr and Mrs Slutsky
Craig Retchin
Jonathan Lippe
Mr and Mrs Lippe
Michael Lamprea
Mr and Mrs Lamprea
Ruffley Jason Edward Sparky Dalton Shanko
Mr and Mrs Shanko
Jinx and Scruffy
Aaron Meyer
Chris Harker
David Harker
Chip
Michael Rosen
Mr and Mrs Rosen
Goober, Cocoa, and Ginger
Alex Garcia
Brian Windsor
Jason Windsor
Steven Hollingsworth
Anthony Wilk
Eric Knoles
Kip Knoles
Sean Knowles
Liz Knowles
Kerry Mahoney
Mark Miner
Farrah Cassier
Ronnie Fontes
Stacey Fontes
Aaron Edelmeyer
Aaron Meyer
Tom Ahern
Matt Ahern
Chrissy Ahern
Michael Kansas
Jasmine Daniel
Micheal Cohen
Micheal Sapp
Timmy Fredricks
Jeff Palmer
Influential persons who have visited (in no particular order)
Robert Galante
Mrs Galante
Meisha and Babe
Matthew Fritzius
David Pazos
Chris Scharnow
Henry Alvarez
Colton Sanders
Danny Mazzochi
Lew Mazzochi
Paul Ravinoff
Josh Perman
Juan, Brad, and Chris
Joe Brennan
Jason Aguirre
Rick and Jordan
Rean Morse
Kyle Nystrom
Brent Spoonts
John Cohen
Jordan Nicholosi
Chuck Davis
Sara Breithaupt
Anthony Enright
Raphael Colon
Chris Barros
TAPPA KEG:
Johann Lopez
Lindsay Dicker
Stacey Ferrier
Mena Attwa
Douglas Raiford
Sterling Wingo
Melissa Carter
Robert Galante
Ryan Gerardi
Huda Mokmuud
Cicely Schiener
Courtney Sinderella
Jonathan Lippe
Macho
Emily Riggins
Jason Aguirre
Bobbo
Melanie
There are so many more people that I haven't included.
23rd Street was simply the most incredible place to be.
808 Pimp aka Rob G
Phatboy
2FL
Papa Frido
Lil Jay The Ripper
Slim Doshia
Smokey aka Gigolo
Canoflauge
Quick Con
E-Ruckus
Masta D
Marvin
Englewood Luke
Poison Exstacy aka The Black Widow
Mikey
Playa Lamps
8-Trak Da Ol Skool Playa
Shadowsquad
Hektik
Bert Dog
Rich Dog
Amy
Ernie
Ruffley
Rean and Kyle from "Pen 15 Orchestra, 20th Century Blew and Silent Bob"
Soul and Crystal Eyes
Salvatore Giansiracusa
Eskimo Joe and Jack Maxwell from Southpole
Evil Eye
Coolwhip
Spoons
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
23rd Street peers, parents and pets that all grew up together
Richard Mingle
Amy Mingle
Robbie Mingle
Wendy Mingle
Brandi, Honey, Trax, and Clyde
Mr and Mrs Mingle
Ryan Gerardi
Eric Gerardi
Jason Gerardi
Mr and Mrs Gerardi
Andy Garcia
Phillip Garcia
Anthony Garcia
Mr and Mrs Garcia
Albert Menendez
Christina Menendez
Mr and Mrs Menendez
Lucy and Tabby
Lisa Slutsky
Brian Slutsky
Dusty The Dog
Mr and Mrs Slutsky
Craig Retchin
Jonathan Lippe
Mr and Mrs Lippe
Michael Lamprea
Mr and Mrs Lamprea
Ruffley Jason Edward Sparky Dalton Shanko
Mr and Mrs Shanko
Jinx and Scruffy
Aaron Meyer
Chris Harker
David Harker
Chip
Michael Rosen
Mr and Mrs Rosen
Goober, Cocoa, and Ginger
Alex Garcia
Brian Windsor
Jason Windsor
Steven Hollingsworth
Anthony Wilk
Eric Knoles
Kip Knoles
Sean Knowles
Liz Knowles
Kerry Mahoney
Mark Miner
Farrah Cassier
Ronnie Fontes
Stacey Fontes
Aaron Edelmeyer
Aaron Meyer
Tom Ahern
Matt Ahern
Chrissy Ahern
Michael Kansas
Jasmine Daniel
Micheal Cohen
Micheal Sapp
Timmy Fredricks
Jeff Palmer
Influential persons who have visited (in no particular order)
Robert Galante
Mrs Galante
Meisha and Babe
Matthew Fritzius
David Pazos
Chris Scharnow
Henry Alvarez
Colton Sanders
Danny Mazzochi
Lew Mazzochi
Paul Ravinoff
Josh Perman
Juan, Brad, and Chris
Joe Brennan
Jason Aguirre
Rick and Jordan
Rean Morse
Kyle Nystrom
Brent Spoonts
John Cohen
Jordan Nicholosi
Chuck Davis
Sara Breithaupt
Anthony Enright
Raphael Colon
Chris Barros
TAPPA KEG:
Johann Lopez
Lindsay Dicker
Stacey Ferrier
Mena Attwa
Douglas Raiford
Sterling Wingo
Melissa Carter
Robert Galante
Ryan Gerardi
Huda Mokmuud
Cicely Schiener
Courtney Sinderella
Jonathan Lippe
Macho
Emily Riggins
Jason Aguirre
Bobbo
Melanie
There are so many more people that I haven't included.
23rd Street was simply the most incredible place to be.
LF Legacy Notes About The Disk
OFFICIAL WEBSITE UNTIL 2001:
http://brill.acomp.usf.edu/~jlippe
This disc contains Real Audio and MP3 files of Underground Dwellers a.k.a. Lyrical Fusion.
Software Included:
Winamp (MP3 player) Filename: winamp224_full
Real Player G2 (Real Audio Player) Filename: r32_g20_3sm
A version of Winamp has been included with the CD for you to install just in case you don't have it.
YOU MAY NEED TO DOWNLOAD A DIFFERENT VERSION OF REAL PLAYER G2 to view most of the content contained on this disc. Most likely the version that has been provided will work with most PCs.
REAL PLAYER G2 is FREE for download from http://www.real.com
It is free and don't be confused with Real Player Plus which costs $29.99.
All you need is Real Player G2 with basic functions to view and listen to the files on this disc.
The version of Real Player G2 provided on this disc is for a Pentium PC with Windows 95. If you have a different type of computer, you may need to get a newer version. So go to www.real.com and download the FREE Real Player G2 if you haven't already done so or if the provided version doesn't work for you.
-----------------------------------------
The inclusion of the early albums is to show how the group matured and improved itself, and brought everything to a grand finale with THE FINAL TOAST.
Each album represented a different part of living on NW 23rd Street.
Some noteworthy songs on these albums:
Lost Ones (3rd album)- true story about losing our friends to the drug game
Drift Away (5th album) - part 2 to Lost Ones which goes more in depth about the drug game and describes how everything went down.
Red Skies - (4th album) - introduced Canoflauge to the world. The first legitimate hit song we've ever had. If you take Red Skies and the concept for THE FINAL TOAST, and then watch Bone Thugs N Harmony's video "IF I COULD TEACH THE WORLD" at the ending, you will find that LF/UD has been talking about pretty much the same thing. At the end of the Bone video, they are having their own Final Toast (drinking wine in those white outfits) and then the skies turn red, and the end of the world occurs.
These similarities happened by complete coincidence. Red Skies was recorded in 1995, and the title for The Final Toast had been conceived since 1996.
The Legacy - (6th album) This song was requested to be made by Lamps (he raps third on the song). He wanted us to take the style back to the 199666 Prophecy style, with the dark other dimension type raps. Listen to this song with expensive headphones and it will put you into another world. It was specially engineered by Phatboy.
Livin It Up - (6th album) This song was a song that Phatboy and 808 Pimp knew would come someday but didn't know when. One day it just was sent to them from a higher source, and has been enjoyed all over the world.
Gettin High On The Southside - (7th album) This song came out of nowhere, and just one day was sent from heaven to us, and people all over the world have enjoyed it. It is part 2 to Livin It Up and was also hypothesized by Phatboy and 808 Pimp that it would eventually come to them, it was just a matter of when they channeled their souls to the otherside of life.
Institutionalized - (7th album) This is the most confessing song we ever made. Its very dark. Its about how we've manipulated others and how people manipulate because of their own fear and lack of self confidence.
..... every song that was recorded was a spiritual moment. Even the not so good songs. To vibe with other people musically is such a high moment of connection.
Our life stories are captured in the lyrics. Most of the stuff we talk about on the songs really occurred... probably on 23rd Street.
These discs are called LF THE LEGACY, not to sound all special, but because it truly is a legacy that should be shared with the world to watch how we grew. We lived every day to the fullest, and urge others to do so too. While you're on the planet, you might as well go out and create. You can rest all you want when you die and lay in a grave, but while you're here, you might as well go and do something. Really what we captured in the songs and in the movies, isn't even a fraction of the amount of stuff we did. This disc also isn't a complete collection of all that LF had to offer. Its everything we were able to fit onto 1 data cd. We couldn't fit the photographs, or the magazines we used to print and send around school and a whole bunch of other stuff. Other things are available on the website.
On these discs is over 465 files, 250 songs storytellin the life we lived, and over 50 video files, 2 movies, and I'm sayin that its not even a fraction of what we did. Its been a crazy and enjoyable life. And we want to share what we have captured on video and audio with the rest of the world so that everyone can own a piece of the majestic 23rd Street culture.
NW 23rd Street was probably the most interesting place to be from the years 1979-1999.
We present to you LF THE LEGACY.
Enjoy it and pass it on.
Jonathan Lippe
YOU NEED TO INSTALL REAL PLAYER G2 TO RUN THE VIDEO FILES.
IT IS AVAILABLE ON THIS DISC OR FOR FREE DOWNLOAD AT www.real.com
This disc contains a massively compiled amount of video files and extra audio tracks from Lyrical Fusion and 23rd Street Productions.
An entire summer was dedicated to putting all of this together converting all of the analog tape into computer digital files.
Please share what you enjoy on this disc with others. Pass it on.
Spread the word about the 23rd and LF Legacy that they are now leaving behind to this Earth.
Everything extant on these discs will in the near future be special underground files of footage.
After the millenium, LF and 23rd will emerge as a major force in the entertainment industry.
This journey includes you and every person that you pass these files on to.
When we reign, you will know that you were a part of the process that made it possible. Every fan, every person that spreads the word, and everyone that holds the vision becomes part of the legacy.
NW 23rd Street is an actual street in South Florida.
So transfer these files, copy them, do whatever you want.
Reproduction of this material is completely authorized, as long as it stays credited to the legacy of 23rd Street and Lyrical Fusion.
Thank you and enjoy thoroughly. Pass it on.
Jonathan Lippe
LF OFFICIAL WEBSITE UNTIL 2001:
http://brill.acomp.usf.edu/~jlippe
http://brill.acomp.usf.edu/~jlippe
This disc contains Real Audio and MP3 files of Underground Dwellers a.k.a. Lyrical Fusion.
Software Included:
Winamp (MP3 player) Filename: winamp224_full
Real Player G2 (Real Audio Player) Filename: r32_g20_3sm
A version of Winamp has been included with the CD for you to install just in case you don't have it.
YOU MAY NEED TO DOWNLOAD A DIFFERENT VERSION OF REAL PLAYER G2 to view most of the content contained on this disc. Most likely the version that has been provided will work with most PCs.
REAL PLAYER G2 is FREE for download from http://www.real.com
It is free and don't be confused with Real Player Plus which costs $29.99.
All you need is Real Player G2 with basic functions to view and listen to the files on this disc.
The version of Real Player G2 provided on this disc is for a Pentium PC with Windows 95. If you have a different type of computer, you may need to get a newer version. So go to www.real.com and download the FREE Real Player G2 if you haven't already done so or if the provided version doesn't work for you.
-----------------------------------------
The inclusion of the early albums is to show how the group matured and improved itself, and brought everything to a grand finale with THE FINAL TOAST.
Each album represented a different part of living on NW 23rd Street.
Some noteworthy songs on these albums:
Lost Ones (3rd album)- true story about losing our friends to the drug game
Drift Away (5th album) - part 2 to Lost Ones which goes more in depth about the drug game and describes how everything went down.
Red Skies - (4th album) - introduced Canoflauge to the world. The first legitimate hit song we've ever had. If you take Red Skies and the concept for THE FINAL TOAST, and then watch Bone Thugs N Harmony's video "IF I COULD TEACH THE WORLD" at the ending, you will find that LF/UD has been talking about pretty much the same thing. At the end of the Bone video, they are having their own Final Toast (drinking wine in those white outfits) and then the skies turn red, and the end of the world occurs.
These similarities happened by complete coincidence. Red Skies was recorded in 1995, and the title for The Final Toast had been conceived since 1996.
The Legacy - (6th album) This song was requested to be made by Lamps (he raps third on the song). He wanted us to take the style back to the 199666 Prophecy style, with the dark other dimension type raps. Listen to this song with expensive headphones and it will put you into another world. It was specially engineered by Phatboy.
Livin It Up - (6th album) This song was a song that Phatboy and 808 Pimp knew would come someday but didn't know when. One day it just was sent to them from a higher source, and has been enjoyed all over the world.
Gettin High On The Southside - (7th album) This song came out of nowhere, and just one day was sent from heaven to us, and people all over the world have enjoyed it. It is part 2 to Livin It Up and was also hypothesized by Phatboy and 808 Pimp that it would eventually come to them, it was just a matter of when they channeled their souls to the otherside of life.
Institutionalized - (7th album) This is the most confessing song we ever made. Its very dark. Its about how we've manipulated others and how people manipulate because of their own fear and lack of self confidence.
..... every song that was recorded was a spiritual moment. Even the not so good songs. To vibe with other people musically is such a high moment of connection.
Our life stories are captured in the lyrics. Most of the stuff we talk about on the songs really occurred... probably on 23rd Street.
These discs are called LF THE LEGACY, not to sound all special, but because it truly is a legacy that should be shared with the world to watch how we grew. We lived every day to the fullest, and urge others to do so too. While you're on the planet, you might as well go out and create. You can rest all you want when you die and lay in a grave, but while you're here, you might as well go and do something. Really what we captured in the songs and in the movies, isn't even a fraction of the amount of stuff we did. This disc also isn't a complete collection of all that LF had to offer. Its everything we were able to fit onto 1 data cd. We couldn't fit the photographs, or the magazines we used to print and send around school and a whole bunch of other stuff. Other things are available on the website.
On these discs is over 465 files, 250 songs storytellin the life we lived, and over 50 video files, 2 movies, and I'm sayin that its not even a fraction of what we did. Its been a crazy and enjoyable life. And we want to share what we have captured on video and audio with the rest of the world so that everyone can own a piece of the majestic 23rd Street culture.
NW 23rd Street was probably the most interesting place to be from the years 1979-1999.
We present to you LF THE LEGACY.
Enjoy it and pass it on.
Jonathan Lippe
YOU NEED TO INSTALL REAL PLAYER G2 TO RUN THE VIDEO FILES.
IT IS AVAILABLE ON THIS DISC OR FOR FREE DOWNLOAD AT www.real.com
This disc contains a massively compiled amount of video files and extra audio tracks from Lyrical Fusion and 23rd Street Productions.
An entire summer was dedicated to putting all of this together converting all of the analog tape into computer digital files.
Please share what you enjoy on this disc with others. Pass it on.
Spread the word about the 23rd and LF Legacy that they are now leaving behind to this Earth.
Everything extant on these discs will in the near future be special underground files of footage.
After the millenium, LF and 23rd will emerge as a major force in the entertainment industry.
This journey includes you and every person that you pass these files on to.
When we reign, you will know that you were a part of the process that made it possible. Every fan, every person that spreads the word, and everyone that holds the vision becomes part of the legacy.
NW 23rd Street is an actual street in South Florida.
So transfer these files, copy them, do whatever you want.
Reproduction of this material is completely authorized, as long as it stays credited to the legacy of 23rd Street and Lyrical Fusion.
Thank you and enjoy thoroughly. Pass it on.
Jonathan Lippe
LF OFFICIAL WEBSITE UNTIL 2001:
http://brill.acomp.usf.edu/~jlippe
Influences
What made 23rd Street bond into the legacy was Jon's dock. Every weekend night, the entire gang would all bunch onto the dock, drink, smoke, and philosophize.
A few things that have provided food for thought were:
Movie and Book Influences that molded us and we recommend:
The Celestine Prophecy
The Tenth Insight
The Celestine Vision
Conversations With God (Books 1-3)
The Catcher In The Rye
Communion
THE MATRIX
Star Wars
Cheech and Chong:
Up In Smoke
Next Movie
Nice Dreams
Monty Python:
Quest For The Holy Grail
Meaning Of Life
Kevin Smith
Clerks
Mallrats
Chasing Amy
Quentin Tarantino
Resevoir Dogs
Pulp Fiction
Jackie Brown
Dusk til Dawn
4 Rooms
Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead
Swimming With Sharks
Strange Brew
Feeders
Hard Rock Zombies
Upright Citizens Brigade
Exit 57
The Simpsons
Beavis And Butthead
Ren And Stimpy
Dr Kats
Southpark
Twinkle Man I
Twinkle Man II The Sequel
Intriguing Topics:
The art of pimping and how to be a player
Element 115
Antimatter propulsion spacecrafts
Aliens, Armegeddon, The Bible, Drugs, making drugs, selling drugs, concept of drugs, guns, females, how to own people's minds, world domination, sharing rave stories, sex stories, exploration, new realities, releasing current reality.
Actors:
Andrew Dice Clay, Bill Murray, Chevy Chase, Eddie Murphy, Chris Rock, Pee Wee Herman, Lance Kinsey, Paul Dinello, Denis Leary, Martin Lawrence, Steve Martin, Charlie Sheen, Bokeem Woodbine, John Witherspoon, Chris Tucker, TP Hearn, Wesley Willis, Arnez J, The Wayans, Jason Lee, Bruce Willis, George Clooney, Harrison Ford, Bill Cosby, Richard Pryor, Arsenio Hall, Bernie Mac, AJ Johnson, Samuel L Jackson, Emilio Estevez, Jada Pinkett, Will Smith, Jeff Goldblum, Rudy Ray Moore aka Dolemite.
Rap Influences:
Fab 5 Freddy
Doctor Dre and Ed Lover
Rap Pages, The Source, Rap Masters, Blaze, Vibe, Word Up, Rap Sheet
Fat Boys
Run DMC
LL Cool J
Doug E Fresh
NWA, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Yella, D.O.C.
Bone Thugs N Harmony
Outkast, Goodie Mob
Lords Of The Underground
Digital Underground
2PAC Tupac Shakur
Trick Daddy
Luke and The 2 Live Crew
Poison Clan, JT Money, Debonere, Druggsy, Rufftown Mob, Hometeam
Bass Patrol, Half Pint, DJ Magic Mike, Clay D, 69 Boys, MC Nas D
Rob Base
Mystikal
No Limit, Master P, Silkk The Shocker, CMurder
Young Bleed, Fiend
Kwame, MC Hammer, Wu Tang
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Beastie Boys
Devin The Dude
Too Short
Jam Pony
DJ Quik, Hi C, AMG
Potna Deuce
Rappin 4 Tay, E-40 and The Click, Mac Mall, Ray Luv, Celli Cel, Ant Banks
Westside Connection
MC Eiht
Nas
Gang Starr, Rakim, EPMD
Da Youngtaz aka Illy Funkstaz
Kriss Kross
Illegal, Malik n Jamal
Da Brat
Lejuan Love
Chi Ali
Cash Money
Biz Markie, Cypress Hill, Funk Doobiest, Craig Mack
Notorious B.I.G.
Milkbone, Vanilla Ice, White Dawg, 3rd Bass, House Of Pain
Eminem Slim Shady
Rock Influences:
Nirvana
Alice In Chains
Faith No More
Jimi Hendrix
Dave Matthews Band
Michael Jackson
311
Rage Against The Machine
Nine Inch Nails
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Offspring
Green Day
A few things that have provided food for thought were:
Movie and Book Influences that molded us and we recommend:
The Celestine Prophecy
The Tenth Insight
The Celestine Vision
Conversations With God (Books 1-3)
The Catcher In The Rye
Communion
THE MATRIX
Star Wars
Cheech and Chong:
Up In Smoke
Next Movie
Nice Dreams
Monty Python:
Quest For The Holy Grail
Meaning Of Life
Kevin Smith
Clerks
Mallrats
Chasing Amy
Quentin Tarantino
Resevoir Dogs
Pulp Fiction
Jackie Brown
Dusk til Dawn
4 Rooms
Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead
Swimming With Sharks
Strange Brew
Feeders
Hard Rock Zombies
Upright Citizens Brigade
Exit 57
The Simpsons
Beavis And Butthead
Ren And Stimpy
Dr Kats
Southpark
Twinkle Man I
Twinkle Man II The Sequel
Intriguing Topics:
The art of pimping and how to be a player
Element 115
Antimatter propulsion spacecrafts
Aliens, Armegeddon, The Bible, Drugs, making drugs, selling drugs, concept of drugs, guns, females, how to own people's minds, world domination, sharing rave stories, sex stories, exploration, new realities, releasing current reality.
Actors:
Andrew Dice Clay, Bill Murray, Chevy Chase, Eddie Murphy, Chris Rock, Pee Wee Herman, Lance Kinsey, Paul Dinello, Denis Leary, Martin Lawrence, Steve Martin, Charlie Sheen, Bokeem Woodbine, John Witherspoon, Chris Tucker, TP Hearn, Wesley Willis, Arnez J, The Wayans, Jason Lee, Bruce Willis, George Clooney, Harrison Ford, Bill Cosby, Richard Pryor, Arsenio Hall, Bernie Mac, AJ Johnson, Samuel L Jackson, Emilio Estevez, Jada Pinkett, Will Smith, Jeff Goldblum, Rudy Ray Moore aka Dolemite.
Rap Influences:
Fab 5 Freddy
Doctor Dre and Ed Lover
Rap Pages, The Source, Rap Masters, Blaze, Vibe, Word Up, Rap Sheet
Fat Boys
Run DMC
LL Cool J
Doug E Fresh
NWA, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Yella, D.O.C.
Bone Thugs N Harmony
Outkast, Goodie Mob
Lords Of The Underground
Digital Underground
2PAC Tupac Shakur
Trick Daddy
Luke and The 2 Live Crew
Poison Clan, JT Money, Debonere, Druggsy, Rufftown Mob, Hometeam
Bass Patrol, Half Pint, DJ Magic Mike, Clay D, 69 Boys, MC Nas D
Rob Base
Mystikal
No Limit, Master P, Silkk The Shocker, CMurder
Young Bleed, Fiend
Kwame, MC Hammer, Wu Tang
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Beastie Boys
Devin The Dude
Too Short
Jam Pony
DJ Quik, Hi C, AMG
Potna Deuce
Rappin 4 Tay, E-40 and The Click, Mac Mall, Ray Luv, Celli Cel, Ant Banks
Westside Connection
MC Eiht
Nas
Gang Starr, Rakim, EPMD
Da Youngtaz aka Illy Funkstaz
Kriss Kross
Illegal, Malik n Jamal
Da Brat
Lejuan Love
Chi Ali
Cash Money
Biz Markie, Cypress Hill, Funk Doobiest, Craig Mack
Notorious B.I.G.
Milkbone, Vanilla Ice, White Dawg, 3rd Bass, House Of Pain
Eminem Slim Shady
Rock Influences:
Nirvana
Alice In Chains
Faith No More
Jimi Hendrix
Dave Matthews Band
Michael Jackson
311
Rage Against The Machine
Nine Inch Nails
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Offspring
Green Day
Album Discography
Underground Dwellers Lyrical Fusion Album Discography
Click the link below to be taken to the album:- The Vantin (1994)
- Quadzilla (1995)
- Lyrical Fusion (1995)
- 199666 Tha Propheccy F**k It Ima Die Anyway (1996)
- Give It A Name (1996)
- Straight Pimpin (1997)
- The Final Toast (1998)
- Life As We Know It (2000)
Album Tracklisting is below
THE VANTIN (1994)
Fever For Da Flava
This Is For Da Crew
80 Second Ruckus
Funky Dope Shit Pt. 2
Turkey Is For Me
Groundhog Day
Phatboy’s Phlow
The Flow of a U.D.
Thoughts Runnin Through My Head
I Thought Ya Knew
Papa Frido in the Studio Pt. 1
Rob G in the Mix
The Hardcore Nigga
The Vantin
Fodaluvamuny
Ryan’s Roid Rage Rampage
QUADZILLA (1995)
Nuthaphatrac
Backindaday
Papa Frido in the Studio Pt. 2
Knowhatimabout
Fukwitdis
Quadzilla
Straightoutdacella
U.D. Freestyle
Dreams
Whatzindafridgebitch?!
Nuthaphatrac (Remix)
Insane Thoughts
Bumbaquad Pathfinder
Richter
Da Chill House
Logic
Twilight Zone
2FL’s Joint
LYRICAL FUSION (1995)
U.D. Cummin Thru
Faces Of Death
Gotta Habit
Song With No Name I Guess
Demented Dreams
Hedz Ta Bed
Lost Ones
Fakin Moves
Slippin
I.B.O. Imperial Blunted Ones
Shitty Saprises
Fuck a Job
Gettin Stoopid
Master of Ceremonies
Lets Get It On
GoodfuhdaCube
Pinndareal
199666 Tha Prophecy Fuck It Ima Die Anyway (1996)
Red Skies
The Caught Up
Tormented Souls
Hangman
Rap Styles
Cranial Disaster
4 Musketeers
Trials
Why’d I Stick…
Fountain of Youth
Mental Addiction
Coming Strong
My Knuts R Roastin
Metrozoo
Can’t Hold Me
One Night Ho
Post-Mortem Illness
The End?!
The Prophecy
Confess To The Obvious
Till Its Gone
Unfadeable
Cano’s Freeflow
Slumber
What’s the Real?!
The Unknown
GIVE IT A NAME (1996)
Lyrical Fusion
Da Ballczack
Stinky Clit
Absolute Citron
Dikinyo Undawear
Swing It
No Throwin Up
Beowulf
Drift Away
Bussaknut
Ashes II Ashes
Racial Tension
U Did This
Canoflauge Pt. 2
Everybody Get Knaughty
STRAIGHT PIMPIN (1997)
Livin It Up
Mo Styles
Legacy
Bottom Of The Map
Straight Pimpin
Half Man Half Amazin
Loob
Kunphyooshion
Straight Neck
Thinkin Back
Psychosematic
Versatile
Makin My Love To You
Ballz?
Hot Tamale
Da Sound Of 808
4 Walls
Peninsula
THE FINAL TOAST (1998)
Gettin High On The Southside
Sleep Wit One Eye Open
Herbs Wit The Herb
Institutionalized
Servin Underground
Lost Empire
Death Do Us Part
Don’t Wanna Deal Wit It
Good Ol Days
Off Tha Chain
Verbal Prophet
Pain In My Eyes
Southern Interference
Dark Fortress
360 Degrees Of Anger
Ride On
Filthy Gems
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Verbal Prophet
Verbal Prophet
(Entropy, Lil Jay, 808 Pimp)
<Chorus>
You’re livin fantasy
Change the topic
L.F. Legacy
The Verbal Prophet
<Entropy>
The rap war aftermath where MC shot last
All you heard was earthquakes and gun blasts
There was one last
In about several verse
And that’s the one with the most metaphors in one verse
Those who didn’t rehearse
Got on the mic blown
Once you in the rap game kid you on your own
Mic that’s chrome
Will make it all worth it
I’m the first you heard it from puttin niggaz in the dirt kid
Tearing through your whole anatomy and psychology
My styles are more complex than computer technology
Part of your biology chemistry and physical science
Smoked so much reefer fucked up your whole mental balance
Too much violence
Rugged bombs gettin dropped
No trace of the naked eye
The outcome hip-hop
No way to stop
Too much MCs actin dumb
The traces of the weak are the liver and the lungs
Here to bomb
So we can all get high
Let Lyrical Fusion
Rip and take you into the sky
Then you wonder why
We all makin millions
Its cause you just heard the words of the rap chameleons
<Chorus>
You’re livin fantasy
Change the topic
L.F. Legacy
The Verbal Prophet
<Lil Jay The Ripper>
Street stalker
Shadow in the dark
Key position
Eyes like a hawk
Stalkin
Waitin for the next life I’m takin
Niggaz I’m decapitating
Too many clones fakin
Ain’t shaking shit
Need to come with the realness
I’m givin you somethin you can feel bitch
I’m goin for broke
Left you hanging by a rope
You fucking fiend
Waiting for the needle to hit your vein
Its a shame
Can you feel the pain?
Loads of demons stealing your soul
Loss of mind control
We takin over
One of the South’s strongest soldiers
Roll over your team like boulders
Knock your head off your shoulders
I’m the true title holder
<Chorus>
You’re livin fantasy
Change the topic
L.F. Legacy
The Verbal Prophet
<808 Pimp>
Yo peep the game from this angle
Full of pimps, murderers
Fake rappers gettin mangled
I tell em take that shit home
Or deal with the chrome
Dial 433-11-97 on the phone
Cop the clan
They be at Bayberry
Dealin wee to the next man
So come up!
Drop the elbow lets get done up
Put your gun up if your fed up
DEA on your tracks
Bustin in your crib tryna take your stacks
Taps on your vocal chords
Cameras in the crib courtesy of fusion lords
Cause we be peepin
We see when you be sleepin
Check your step or get wet with the tec
Yo bet
I can play yo ass like a tennis set
foe luv
Pass the dove to the front
So I can cash the shit and twist up another blunt
Pull a stunt like the fallguy
One wrong move and the ass is bye-bye
Who needs an alibi
I’ll pull a walk-by
Fusion comin
Verbal Homicide
360 Degrees Of Anger
360 Degrees Of Anger
(Slim Doggia, Phatboy, 808 Pimp, Smokey)
<Slim Doggia>
Voices comin at you from all angles
Ready to strangle all sucker mcs
Fuck wit LF we leave you danglin
Hung by your own lyrical rope
My shit is dope
To be on my level of game
And lyrical plane is for what you hope
But you can't cope
You rockin the boat
Now get tossed in a ocean of reality and see if your ass can float
But you drop to the bottom like dead weight carrion
Nobody'll miss you boy just diss you boy
Scary huh
So watch your back before you set off that lyrical mine
One false move yo nigga its fusion time
You really don't wanna be fuckin or buckin
we takin em skaken em breakin em layin em
down in the dirt, hit em where it hurt
now finish em off dey paid da cost
dont leave no remains dey soul is lost
I told u little nigga shouldnt piss me off
I'm a goddamn soldier nigga I'm da boss
Thought you was slick and u tried to walk
Met my triple(3) six(6) o(0) now its time to floss
<Phatboy>
I ain't scared of ya
Don't care if you bigger than me
Every muphukka die by a gun
Every muphukka bleed
And I don't give a fuck bout what you did
Only care bout what you doin
And I don't give a fuck where ya been
Only care bout where ya goin
Dont care if ya fuck 40 bitches, just can't make up your mind
U say you'll never love a ho, but love just sumptin you'll never find
U should dedicate your mind to learnin wisdom from books
Instead of standin in front of your mirror, practicin ya hard looks
Ya ain't got me shook
Cause you makin every move in the book
Thought you could jack my shit
Nigga you fuckin wit a real crook
You might be able to fool dumb muphukkas
But you can't fool me
While you tried to break me in two
I already broke you in three
And if you ever think you got me, that's when you'll meet sure defeat
Cause not only do i know what's in the books, I also knowledge of the streets
Everytime you fuck wit me, keep diggin yourself deeper and deeper
I forever REIGN supreme, and you will Always be weaker
Now i ain't just tellin you ta bow down, cause you just a waste of my time
I'm jus tellin you don't you EVER ever try ta darken my shine
Cause when you do you fuckin with the source of all life
I be the hand that feeds the world everytime I breathe on the mic
Cause if you wouldn't fuck wit God, then don't you dare fuck wit me
I created this whole shit, you battlin the essence when u just a flea
Why must you identify, why, you will NEVER know
You wanna be in control, but you could never master my flow
<808 Pimp>
I'm pissed at politicians
I'm pissed at NY for dissin
I'm pissed at playa hatas
Perpetrators
Pussy instigators
Energy stealers
Children killers
Wannabe MC's
I'm Pissed at the United States for faking presidencys
I'm pissed at taxes inflation
People tellin me to be patient
I'm pissed at bitches tryna take me for my denominations
I'm pissed at fakes
I'm pissed at record companys not signin me
And fuck niggas tryin me
DEA eyin me
I'm pissed at not havin freedom
I'm pissed at payin for nuclear bombs and not bein able to fuckin see em
I'm pissed at cops fuckin with me me
I'm pissed at fuckin hoes fakin pregnancies
I'm pissed at not havin money
and I'm really pissed that people think i'm funny
I'm really fuckin pissed that I can't smoke weed but Clinton can
I'm pissed at tricks sluts and skeezers
I'm pissed that I can only scratch with my right hand
I'm pissed that its a crime killing yourself
I'm pissed at my tape ain't bein on the shelf
And i'm really fuckin pissed
That no matter what we do or what we bust
YOU KEEP ON DISSIN US!
<Smokey/Gigolo>
My anger reaches capacity
You say you not playin but why you actin G
Steady spittin how you livin lavishly and tragically
You speak of blasphemy
Like 2Pac/Makaveli
I guess its up to me to speak rationally
Get a group with the same hard rock mentality
Divise a strategy
Which is why I roll with the M-O-B family
Bringin day to day southern hospitality
Them fake the funk wanna be artificial emcees
Ask em a question
How you gonna reach em if you're always half steppin
How you gonna teach em if you're always second guessin
How you gonna preach to em if you don't follow your own lesson
You're bound ta get tossed like a salad with the bullshit you're stressin
Now you wanna repent and say you're blessin
But the end is near and is too late for confession
Stinky Clit
Stinky Clit
(808 Pimp, Phatboy)
<808 Pimp>Step in the door
Hoes on the floor
Bend on over and rock the show
Cause I only got an hour
I’m not goin home to the cold shower
Shake that ass and break your back
Damn that bitch is stacked
<Phatboy>
Stacked to the floor
Bring up the trick
She can stay if she’s suckin dick
And if not you know what’s up
Bitch bitch release yo butt
For my niggas to stick their dick in
Oh how I wanna eat them pork rines for din din
Shake them hams like you don’t give a damn
Damn, damn this the number one jam
Smoke a wu
Get your bitch and fuck her too
Light that rock for all you fools
And that bitch in the back with that stanky shit
Shake it bitch
<Chorus>
All ya’ll bitch with the stinky clit
Do that shit do that shit
All ya’ll bitch with the stinky clit
Do that shit do that shit
In the ring but not down for the count
Let me see that hinie bounce
Up and down and side to side
Now ride just ride
My dick petrified like a piece of stone
Turn up the tempo and increase the tone
Ride that donkey all the way home and back to the party
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat from the shotty
Naked bodies fine ass hoties
Lickin stickin feel my roddie
Drink my cum
Swish it swish it
Like mouthwash
Try to sip it
Bitch if you spit you gonna catch a fist in your lip
The one upstairs
Sit down
Cause when I go down its like a playground
Yo it smells like you need to wear some kind of diapers
I heard you clean your shit with windshield wipers
I’ll just bring that gasmask next time I go to that pussy hole
Pussy hole ah ah
Roll that ass don’t put it pass me
Saddle up and nicely blast it
Ride that bronco like Bronco Billie
Don’t laugh bitch this nothin silly
69 and the doggie style
Watch out now cause I’m gettin buck wild crazy
Your pussy don’t faze me
Work that shit don’t be lazy
Damn what’s the smell comin from your tushy
Somethin smellin kinda fishy and its just your stank ass pussy
Wear the shoe if it fits
And don’t get mad if it stinks
Cause if you do, you’ll get high tempered
Just get stuff like the Pepsi beverage
I got the leverage and bitch you gonna wake up with my asshole on your nose
See how the fuck you like it ho
All ya’ll bitch with the stinky clit yeah trick do that shit do that shit
All ya’ll bitch with the stinky clit
Yeah just do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Do that shit
Bitch do that shit
Ugh do that shit
Ah ah all ya’ll bitch ah with the stinky ass clit
Do that shit bitch one time ah for all my niggas in Broward County
Bouyyyy
The Phatboy
Gettin High On The Southside
Gettin High On The Southside
(808 Pimp, Phatboy, Smokey, Lil Jay)
<Chorus - 808 Pimp>I’m just so high rollin thru the southside
Ocean tide, M-I close by
Come and ride with me
L-F-M-O-B what you see
Roll another blunt homie
Don’t leave me lonely
Cause I need you
See what we do
Blaze it for the people
Next El-Po to the next sequel.
<Phatboy>
Livin that hi life what
I'm towed up from the flo up
Grab your dove n spread some luv
We feelin nice
Smokin right everynight
Everythang is tight
N we ridin n we slidin
N we dirty south rhymin
N we shinin n reclinin
Break it up, roll my weed on the counter
I'm lit up, now i feel it, hey dog wanna hit it, get faded
Elevated
Let's blaze it up n have some fun
sparkin the blunts under miami's sun
puffin live on the beach n lets run
Wit joint in hand, in the sand
Let's jump into the ocean
So healin, great feelin, so alive
that I could die, gettin high,
Gettin high on the southside
<Smokey/Gigolo>
I’m just so high, no lie
Can’t pass it up so playa whats the hold up
Roll another blunt
Can I get fucked up
Rollin splifs the widths of treetrunks
Hit the beach smellin like P-funk
Let the beats bump
Hit the curb if ya haven’t heard
Lookin for the herbs wit tha herb
No green
No stressin
Scrape my lungs for the resin
Known for herb testin
Blunt blessin
Throat black I’m guessin
Another weed session
No question
Obsession
Cause I haven’t learned my lesson.
<Lil Jay>
I’m just so high rollin thru the southside
Everyday a drive by
People die
Momma cry oh why oh why does it gotta be that way
Burying bodies everyday
Young niggaz on the corner slangin ya-yo
Fill my mind with the indo
Smoke take a toke then pass
To the homie on the left
Make sure the cypha is correct
Show the south some love and respect
Roll another blunt I’m lit
My brain is blitzed
Always caught up in the mix
Of some live shit
Chill wit the tight click.
LFMOB - Some of the realest MCs
<808 Pimp>
I’m just so high
Rollin in the tank
Swoll off the Dank
Whutchu think?
Towed off the Ol E drink
Off to the bank to drop them dollas
Holla holla get high no bothers
When I’m wit my crew
Actin dirty
On them 30s n Vogues
Ridin slow
Smoke out the window
Toss me indo
It ain’t no sin though
Feel the wind blow
On the way to the South Pole
Sippin on Cisco
Break and take a pull
On the way to the weed hole
We know we know
Rollin dice Cee-low
Chillin wit my peoples
Pack another bowl
Of the funk smellin like skunk
I’m just so drunk
Feel the trunk buh budamp budamp
LFMOB whats up whats up
Raise it up
Grab my blunt
Blaze it up
Sprinkle snow
Lace it up
Get me stuck
Cause I wanna get towed up
From my toe to the floor up
All the players showed up
Roll the doe up
23rd blow up
Put your Mo up tip that cup
Cause you know what’s up
LFMOB blow up
Uh huh sho nuff.
Sleep Wit One Eye Open
Sleep Wit One Eye Open
(808 Pimp, Phatboy, Slim)
<808 Pimp>It's about the time 12 o'clock on the dot
Find this fool introduce his skull to my glock
Haste makes waste
My hollow tips make mess of your face in this race
Its just a little taste of my misery
You can't injure me untouchable mc strapped with TNT to blow up this industry
My heart pumps greed
Cause i need the green
A fiend for the power and cream
Devilish scheme is what I got up my sleave
Get in my way you'll be leavin in the bag you best believe
I make the army retreat to neutral ground
With the 50 caliber rounds
I'm holdin it down
Pack em up
Smack em up
Crack em up
You talkin drama actin up i hope you can back it up
The blocka blocka
Bullets rocka
Burnin shit like binaca you best ta call a doctor
Cause the streets is the morgue and you knew it
You blew it
Drain your plasma replace your soul with embalming fluid
Boy you dead in this game
But to make sure depositing nine millie slugs in your brain
Better safe than sorry
Shoulda listened to momma
When she said to stay away from the drama
The verbal unibomber C-4 explosive rhymer
Cause i'm set to ignite
Ain't no stoppin this timer
So take cover from tha fallout
Ya stalled out
Ya ball out
Death called out
Brawl out
You best ta run cause i'm goin all out
And when they find ya
You'll Feel your life gettin torn out
<Phatboy>
I really get violent when motherfuckers think they gonna
Try n creep me for my money and get away wit it
Cause when that happens and i'm down ta ride
A muphukka is bound ta die
And don't think that you can hide
Cause its only a matter of muphukkin time before i find where you reside
And when I do pull that kickdoe, don't worry bout no muphukkin 4-4
Now don't play yourself kid, cause i will have one strapped to my back
But i'ma use knives to take your life
And don't worry you aint gonna have time to react
You chose to play wit da choppas, and i'ma give you a separate slice
For each day it took me to find ya
But before I kill ya i'ma get straight to the point
Where the fuck is my money?
And who the fuck made you da joint?
Thought you had the juice to fuck with my crew and get away
Hope it was worth it cause you about to meet your final day
I'm so fuckin down ta blast but i'ma cut up your body slow
First I cut off your top lip and ask you
Why the fuck you steal my doe
Aggravation from your stupid decisions
Released with every incision
Kept this invasion to myself
Cause I ain't goin to prison
While I am there i'm takin your checks your plastic, and hand writing samples
Jackin all of your assets
And then I'll ride out to Tampa
Before I bounce you catch Reebok to your ribs
Repeated! Repeated! You motherfucker you see this!
This is what happens when you try ta play me
Yeah ya pay G
Brought out tha hate in me cause ya made me
Now I ask ya, got any final words or requests?
Next time don't creep and then sleep
Now breathe your last breath.
<808 Pimp>
A dirty nasty motherfucker
Representin them south killas
Packin AK-47s camoflauged, we guerillas
Real niggaz
Livin life
5 figures
Feelin death creepin up got our fingers on the trigger
But life is a game and this game is a war
Sleepin packin nine millies
Master Locks on the door
Not knowin my friends
I'm watchin my foes
Who's tappin my phone?
Leave me alone!
Handlin the chrome
Step up boy its on
Endin this shit
With holes in your dome
Cause i've had it up to here with the pistol packin, money stackin, MCs actin
What you think you is Action Jackson?
Got me laughin with the crap that you yappin
Fools is nappin
Bitch what's happenin!?
<Slim>
Sleep wit one eye open
My niggaz is scopin
Got yo bitch ass hopin
We don't find you
Cause you done slipped and fucked up
Now I got to creep on a come up find where you lay at
Leave ya done up
Got you actin paranoid in these streets
Comin wit drama will leave you 6ft deep in a casket
Now ya dead
Bullet off in yo head
Face down on the pavement staining concrete bloody red
That's when I stick you fo your grip and yo chips
Go find another bitch to stick and rip and then I dips
Servin Underground
SERVIN UNDERGROUND
(808 Pimp, Phatboy, Lil Jay)
(Spoken intro)< 808 Pimp>
Time ta get the money
Who got sumptin?
Frontin, wylin, bodies multiplyin
People dyin
No crime sign
I’m still ridin
63 style
Who wild
New Style
FBI file
Gotta make me smile
smile smile smile
<Phatboy>
Shinin, reclinin
Southside stylin
Slidin
Sho you ridin
Foe them Benji’s
Brand new fifties
Green stickies
And you know that I got that bomb ass hemp beat
But it ain’t that love from Cali
So where you be from?
I be from the bottom bouyyy
And this ain’t no booty music
So why don’t you just choose it
Lyrical Fusion
<Lil Jay>
One of the dirtiest MC’s
Slimy South Representer
Dare to enter my domain
Can you feel the pain?
<Chorus><808 Pimp>
Come and get some
Cause I’m servin underground why don’t cha get done
From the ear piercin sound of the shotgun
What chu got son?
Cause I got some
L.F. M.O.B like a clown car
Fifty niggas hoppin out the Datsun
Bout to pop sumptin
Oh shit make a dip
Here the cops come
<Phatboy>
Hahm bra hahm bra
Providing that you came with even a fraction of a frame of mind
Images of back in the time
When your physical came to shine
Focus in on your inner mind’s eye
Look into the sky you find that you wanted to fly
25 Past lives flow by
Your center of attention is mine
Bringing your birth vision into this dimension
Is our basic humanistic mission
What you do from there is your decision
Livin is what you’ve been givin
Do it to the fullest
Pullit
When ya down don’t frown
Come up when its time to get up
Be true to your crew and always stay down
But now it’s time to concentrate
On the future and the present
No stressin
Because coincidences occur synchronistically
But your whole life remains a mystery
So come and get some come and get some get, get some
<808 Pimp>
Click clack
Pull back the shaft
Watch 38 slugs hit yo punk ass get blast
Cashed ass
A resin hit
Lungs get the task
Black mask home invasion for that green cash
Quick dash
Hide in the temple during mass
A tech nine in my trench for insurance
Sticky incidents tight predicaments leavin no evidence
Dead presidents in my clinch
It’s a cinch
When you got the RPG
Rocket wit the heat seaking instruments
What chu want now?
L.F. with the phat verbs for the throw down
Betta slow down
Cop the forty for the pow wow
Come and get some
<Lil Jay>
I’m screamin bloody murder
Uncontrollable sounds you never heard of
I’d love to bury your family just for fuckin wit me one time
Watch me kick this raw rhyme.
My mental mind is sick
Always thinkin some suicide shit
So its hard for me to trust any bitch
I know a lot of muthafuckas who’d love to switch
Stab you in the back
Whut up wit all that
Is it skills you lack?
Or versatility
I’m fuckin up your mentality
Causin crazy casualties
On a murderin spree
Just one of the realest MCS
Yo check it, we servin the underground so come and get some.
<Chorus><808 Pimp>
Come and get some
Cause I’m servin underground why don’t cha get done
From the ear piercin sound of the shotgun
What chu got son?
Cause I got some
L.F. M.O.B like a clown car
Fifty niggas hoppin out the Datsun
Bout to pop sumptin
Oh shit watch out here the cops come
(filthy from the ground on up)
<Lil Jay>
Lock like pit jaws
Cut like chain saws
I’m feelin hardcore
Let me fuck you raw
Cock back my shotgun explosion
Rollin in my Range Rovin
With a fat knot in my pocket
Screamin you can’t stop it
Tryna knock the prophet
Hit you with ten thousand volts of electric shock bitch
Money makin tryna get rich
But ain’t all this some shit?
Think about it bitch
<Chorus ride out>
Ride On
RIDE ON
(Marvin, 808 Pimp)
<808 Pimp>Ride out to this track
Like the indianapolis
You can't tackle this
Shackle this
Battle this
First strike
Last try at bein a lyricist
Ya hearin this
Better listen and find some interest
The words I stress, should be madder studdy and upperclass campus
Stamp this
Like an notary
Cause the skills are coding me
From B.C. till da holy trinity
<Marvin - Chorus>
Everybody wanna know what's goin on ride on
<808 Pimp>
Ride on to da break of dawn it can't be wrong
Wit a dope vocalist like Marvin on this song
Cause I flip cards no flaw
Great rocks from the bottom all tha way to Chinas front dorrs
A playa without a cause no pause
Cause I never stop till I hear the crowd applause
Cause its a death threat don't sweat
Words are fly to have your girl's panties wet
Soakin, waitin for the end of the show for da tonsil pokin
No jokin tracks are smokin
Leavin tape decks cracked and broken
I'm never under rated
Just always over spoken
Just dip with this track bumpin thumpin
With chords to have da whole crowd jumpin
I don't wanna see you slumpin
Get up and ride
Cause its about da time to flip this track like a dime
And get dirty like slime grime nasty
Don't pass me, harass me, or get sassy
Just show me how you work dat ass to da 3rd degree
And we can ride till the early mornin
I have you moaning and groaning
Working my sword like Conan
Cause I'm a warrior
Just like a rebel
Purple hearted playa with platinum mac medal
Red Skies
RED SKIES
<CANO, 808 PIMP>
<Cano>199666 Cano bout to burst with the first pick
Living in chaos on this planet
Bodies lying slanted
Blood drops, no cops, evaporated by the sun
Mad niggas living by the gun and public housing
Everyday heads drop Audi 5000
Peace
Souls of the deceased
Ascend or descend
No one ain’t nobody’s friend
Depend on your own knowledge of the streets
Niggas trippin get caught slippin let the blood seep
From da shank slits across your neck
Bodies get lace up by the nine-tech
Assassination is mad niggas occupation
Read about my shit in the book called revelations
Express myself through rhyme variations
Future holds chaos
Bodies get tossed in the casket
Unknown means no flower basket
199666
Feel the madness rise
Blood spillin round the way makes red skies
<808 Pimp>
Total Chaos takin over my soul
I see the skies filled with blood it takes a toll
Of the unknown victim being pulled to the grave
Because they can’t be saved
Fallin down to death as it takes em on a journey of hell
For eternity
As I turn my head I see the massacre startin
Life parting from the body it once dwelled in
The five deadly sins have come upon us
What shall we do
Shall we die in vain
Shall we fight the pain
I feel the hot bloody rain on my back
As I try to run from this gruesome attack
No lookin back I hear the cries
Red Skies
<Cano>
Smoggy streets
Upper class only get a little peak from the motion pictures
Some got punks but we got mad niggaz
Figure
Life gets hype
One year ta come
Whole bunch of bums chillin in the slums
With the U.D. Mob
Phatboy, Papa Frido, 2FL, and Fat Rob
But don’t forget about the writer of this rhyme
Explaining how chaos emerges with time
Mass graves
And body slayin proves that crime is payin
Futuristic peeps fat sums
Murder spelled backwards is Red-Rum
Era
The end is coming nearer
More blookd spills with every lie
That’s why we got motherfuckin red skies
<808 Pimp>
Total Total
Walkin thru the aftermath
Rancid bloodbath
People have passed over to the otherside
Fighting was a suicide
No where to go
Let it go
The bloody river flow overflow
No, no one survives
No where to thrive
So we all die
And I say it with a sigh
Cause it goes to show you will never know what’ll happen
When you die will you go to hell then
I know I will cause I been a bad boy
And I don’t give a fuck cause I love to deploy
The hellafied rhymes to put me in Satan’s Hell
And I admit I deserve to go to fuckin hell
For doin what I did
But I’ll never regret shit
And I admit I’ll never take back shit
Cause your life is filled with lies
And that brings the motherfuckin Red Skies
Blood flows like lows & high tides
Evaporated by the sun makes us red skies
Quadzilla and 199666 album lyrics
Like I said they just can’t see me
Try to be me
Try to see the many styles of the P-B
Back again with ‘D’ but really
I’m just a nigga doe
I grab the microphone and bust a poem
Knowing that the rap title I be holdin
And skills relate to the mindstate you in
So don’t be asking what to do
I thought you knew
You grab the mic and bust a freestyle there
Unless you got the paper
Or rhymes memorized in the cranium
I bring em
The loose leaf
You got some beef?
I’ll write about it and put it on tape
Sucka tryna be real nigga gets you none
You get the gun - my mic is my nine
And the length of my rhymes is how I tell time
Fools vanish in existence and pout
Phatboy on the mic
You know what I’m about
Lyrics:
Erectifically I may be the best scientifiically
The possiblity of chaos
Is lost when the massacre of disaster strikes
With the mic I cause mass desruction
Never bluffin who ya fuckin?
The industry that’s right bitch
Underground much talented
Unleashed with the peace
Yes, the gun
Cause common gets you none
So we will have none of this nonsense
Find your sixth sense to be elevated as we are
Stars - yes we’re famous
The penis needs stimulation
But ration your skills rookie player
Not a first timer - but a slayer
Chop up rhymes is what I’ll do with no hesitation
There is no need for contemplation
And you’ll find that we’re phat we’re phat
We could never be wack
And if you go for that, then we’ll be back
Underground Dwellers with another phat track.
Shit was real
And it still is
Bout to do dis like Brutus
Strickly buisiness
Is how we kick this
Waterfall like flow
And never knowin when my rhymes is gonna end
I’m suspended in gravity
When comparing me to those who said they tried but lied
I’m gonna try to hold my peace
Others decease when they step to the stage
I’m like in a rage, but still gettin paid
So how could they say it would not last
Motherfuckers kiss my ass
Potential fuck that I ain’t wit all that crap
I’m wit da flav, da bitches, da ends
Rollin in a benz
Shouts to my friends, my potnas , my crew with all the clout
Phatboy in the house and I’m out without a doubt.
The sickness
The thoughts I feel lost
I tend to wander off
Into a horrific trance of mindstate
Where people can’t masturbate because their hands are made
of blades
So bitch fights are hellish and bloody
When they slap, flesh flies leavin people cruddy
You have journeyed into the twilight zone in my thinkin
Players don’t hit the Ol E, its the blood that they drinkin
All exists is the demonism
All good gets put to hell and we dwell in the cell call
Earth
Can’t escape the rebirth of the Universe
As the Sun grows close, our flesh burns to toast
The rain starts feeling like acid on an open wound
Where the fuck is the original tomb
You’re all doomed with devilish plots
I’m out with the insane thoughts
Flowin hmm hmm, I got the mic charred
Straight up I’m hard
Shit hotter than volcanic magma
Style complicated like a mathmatic parabola
Rhymes funk long like my shlong
I bring it on
Others simplistic as Atari Ping Pong
Scream hmm
When I hear wack shit I wanna take a crap
Your rap will never be like mine
And I take succession in the rap session
Capital P rhymin the phatness
Rhyma dimin
My cuz D is the Don
Peace to Carol City and Compton
THE PROPHECY
As I enter the PSI Dimension
Is when I make a Quantum connection
About my afterlife
Or was it before
Displayed was the turf that I would explore
First was the yes or no
Would you like to have a new shot
On ya life, on ya life, a new one
Cause you are the sun
The son of god
The one you can't see just believe
But believe ya must
Must you see the future of the Earth ones
You'll be place in a time of revolution
Ideas and spheres
Of groups of sapiens uprising against each one
My son, my son, can you fix it, can you see
I give you the three theories of ESP
Clairvoyance, precognition, and telepathy
Use them wisely
Make sure you don't fall to the evil one
You know who that be
Now here's a choice of lives you can lead
So far as I have seen I have chosen right
Using the capacity of mind over might
I may die physically, but my soul shall live eternally
The Prophecy
Is when I make a Quantum connection
About my afterlife
Or was it before
Displayed was the turf that I would explore
First was the yes or no
Would you like to have a new shot
On ya life, on ya life, a new one
Cause you are the sun
The son of god
The one you can't see just believe
But believe ya must
Must you see the future of the Earth ones
You'll be place in a time of revolution
Ideas and spheres
Of groups of sapiens uprising against each one
My son, my son, can you fix it, can you see
I give you the three theories of ESP
Clairvoyance, precognition, and telepathy
Use them wisely
Make sure you don't fall to the evil one
You know who that be
Now here's a choice of lives you can lead
So far as I have seen I have chosen right
Using the capacity of mind over might
I may die physically, but my soul shall live eternally
The Prophecy
TORMENTED
SOULS
Dumbfounded
Completely
Surrounded
By
a gate that I can't seem to break through
What
to do
Where
to go
I
just don't know
But
the upheaval
Of
brain deteriorations
Fetal
complications
Experienced
for a second lifetime
Am
I in my right mind?
Time
is relative
In
the space occupied by the struggled
Just
pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
I
wonder if in death shall I rest
For
the test
That
hence was bestowed upon
Confined
to a song
That
paid life's toll
In
a black hole
A
tormented soul
Post-Mortem
Illness
Notwithstanding
the creator
Greater
Quarrels
and warfare
On
the contrary
Treachery
shall play a prominent part
In
the destruction of a future emperor
Who
will be condemned to a living death
Never
rest on his cold hearted soul
It
was told if it came time to fold
Pushin
that button naw
Defying
Tesla and Newtons law
Levitationalizing
Innocence
turned hapless violence
While
leveling the seven day struggle
Marketing
the speciological
Salvation
for survival
Arival
of the terrestrial
Once
universally known
What
shall be owned
Public
outry
Slash
panic
Manic
Once
and for all
The
truth will be exalted
Last
shall be his life with no confess
One
asked for bless
Endless
Post-Mortem
Illness
My
brain animated to a state of illness
Post-Mortem
watch me kill this
Tragedy
shall play a part of struggle
With
the souls of others I may juggle
The
grim darkness overspreads the earth
Looking
at death for what it's worth
But
the painful sight of tranquility deceives me
Leaving
minds suspended, minds uneasy
Advancing
beyond the boundaries of life
Never
coming one with the sacrificial knife
Gradually
approaching the unknown beauty
Following
the sounds of soul that sooth me
The
soul that shall confine us of alone
Alone
on the earth - the unknown
But
the brute, obscure and lonely
Haunted
by the ill angels only
But
the thought you cannot banish
The
breath of god will never vanish
By
the dismissal of the trained in the pool
What
dwells - the devils and ghouls
But
soon they will all learn this
Living
in the post-mortem illness
Once
lives a man who puts his life to rest
Unfullfilled
The
post-mortem illness
Pain In My Eyes
Pain In My Eyes
(808 Pimp, Englewood Luke, Lil Jay, Phatboy)
<808 Pimp>Just a young child tryna make it through this crazy life
Growin up through the drama
Tryna do right
But uh
Situation seem to change people
I even seen the holy man convert to evil
Cause money is our chaple and our steeple
Tell me Lord how to make it better
Clear the sky cause I'm so tired of the bad weather
Late night I can see brothers servin death just to make their pockets fatter
Starvin kid stealing from the corner store
Tired of searchin for crums on the kitchen floor
Cause uh, there's a better way in life, or so I heard
But I guess that statement don't concern the poor places of the world
Try to understand and contiplate the situation in this nation
Many end up incarceration
That's just the way it is
Tryin to find food for your kids in this shady biz
Its a dangerous place to be
Fuck da American Dream, raising your seeds in poverty
Worryin bout other hustlers robbin me
When I'm just tryin to come up and live
Just to make da green
To get out this whole cause the ghetto sure ain't what it seems
Or at least to me
I feel for the people rappin glorifying hoods in the mainstream
Usin violence and death just to get the cream
They need to learn a real lesson
And hopefully this rap will send the message
A blessing in disguise
Just look at the pain in my eyes
<Englewood Luke>
Times have changed
But The Game is still the same
Don't get caught up
Just try to maintain
This world has got me trippin I can't understand this feeling
What's goin on
<Lil Jay>
So much pain and misery
I'm wonderin if one day I can be free
I feel like the world got me locked down
Mental mind pressures
I can't think now
I'm ready to erupt
I live my lifestyles currupt
I ran the streets, cause I never gave a fuck
Hustlin on my block
And everytime I'm out
5-0 is rushin the spot
Damn its hot
Heated
Check how I pleaded
So much stress I just can't relieve it
Bein disrespected and mistreated
So much pain only the Lord can heal it
And he's the realest
I've been searchin for world peace
But you niggaz don't feel us
<Phatboy>
Man its like I can't even go outside these days
I'm catchin a shower off of gun bullets instead of sun rays
And ain't nobody honest
I gotta do thangs today cause tomorrow ain't promised
I feel like the only person on this planet tryna make a change
O.G.'s on my block askin why I don't hang
And they can't resist to follow me
Get out this sorrow G
Rise up out this game and no longer will we worry
You only live once so do it to the fullest
Why lose your years behind bars over bullshit
All my niggaz just try to maintain
Cause times have changed.
Off The Chain
Off The Chain
(My-Key, 808 Pimp, Englewood Luke)
<My-Key>Ladies
I'm the Papi Chulo
They call me the numero uno
With all the honeys and all the ladies
Cause they think i'm funny and crazy
I'm not a quicky but I take my time
Come here girl let me make u mine
Let me grab what you got
When we fuck you're always on top
Moaning and groaning very loud
Lettin u see how I get buck wild
Cause we don't smoke that dope
Mess wit us we will make u choke
All the words might sound the same
Whut you gonna say we off the chain
<808 Pimp>
Off da chain from the Southside
We ride
Dirty I95
Just slide
And work dem hips
Shake that ass vibrate them pussy lips
Cause I need to freak
Unique
That can work this dick
Up and down like a roller coaster
Bend on over like da pimp poke ya
From da back
From da front
Give ya what you want
M-I we ride scrump
Dirty nasty
We slimy
Bust a nut on you back and smack your hinie
Now squeeze my stick and lick my vein
Cause this bitch is off the chain.
<Englewood Luke>
From South Beach to Lauderdale
This is the state where they got the girls
Just go to the beach and you will see
Girls with no tops gettin jiggy
Or to the strip club
Where its at
Where you can get a dance on your lap
So come on down if you off the hook
But don't try to front cause you will get took
So once again
Yeah we got no shame
Yeah We off the chain
You thought we was ridin slab
Bitch we off the chain
I'm Tony Montana meng i'll fuckin kill you
<My-Key>
Ugh hype it up hype it up
My verse two so what you gonna do
I'm representin 4 me n u
Come here big booty girls
Bend on over let me rock your world
Yeah prepare for the worst
Cause I'm coming through in a 58 herse
Slow but not too fast
Come here girl let me spank that ass
Let me hit it till its worn out
If you talk back I'll punch you in the mouth
If you say that you're gonna choke
Damn girl my dick's in your throat
So step back n let me claim
Cause my lyrics are off the chain
<808 Pimp>
This is how this go
Sippin on a Cisco
Gettin mad blized off the weed yo
You don't know
We run game like nintendo
Controlling girls like remote video
Its a pity though
She's such a shitty ho
No where to go
But the rear of the studio
For the freak show
Down low like eyes off the indo
Mind off in limbo
After that hop in the limo
Drop off the bimbo
So we can maintain
Fusion is the name
So feel the pain
Cause we off the chain.
Lyrical Fusion (song) (From Give It A Name Album)
Lyrical Fusion
(808 Pimp, Phatboy)
<808 Pimp>Once again once again I’m on the microphone
So peep the lyrics with the slightly mellow tone
Alone - yes solo like Hans
And I’m still flippin tongues
Movin em around like batons
And here to pump you up like Hans and Franz
And I’m still worth millions like U.S. State Bonds
But not paper
Down to pull a caper
Got mad known like the Empire sky scraper
Never scrapin bottoms smokin more leaves than autumn
Heads I got em bobbin, twitchin
East Coast you know I’m never switchin
I’m itchin to leave ya twisted
Lookin for another chance but huh I think you missed it
Passed you by like the Pharcyde
But now I’m gettin open like rawhide
But not Wu-Tang
See I’m in the clear
You’ll still be bumpin my jams next year
Cause I’m never gettin played like soccer
And fuck the underground
Who’s the original microphone rocker
Non stopper
Beat hopper
Cause I can skip a note
And still be on top of the game
I’ll just leave you in the dust
Cause this is one nigga you know you can’t trust
Get rushed for claimin hardcore
While your body washes on the seashore
Cause killin is a daily routine
And if you got beef its with my whole team
Lyrical delusion
Combined with the fusion
Leavin your mind with mass confusion
Body bruisin is my callin card
And after the battle like Luke you’ll be scarred
<Phatboy>
So what ya’ll know about bein hard?
Took about two years to find myself
Creatin four albums that never hit the shelves
But then I came and I know which way I wanna go
Fill up the forty and get me towed
Save your lip for never seein or believin that the U.D. can be creepin
On this rappin slappin samples on the wheels of steel
Buy yourself a coke and get your bottle cap pealed
Seal up the envelope with dope-tracks-not-wack cause they made by the Phats
Lackadaisical amazin fool
Playin fools to get some loot to shoot the gift
And pay for the spliff
My grip - you wanna ride and slide to the Fusion
Lyrical - made another miracle
Lookin upon to own the road-of-flow and show my skills
And still make a mil ticket
Like Cube I gets wicked
But I say a rhyme so fine you wanna find an artist that can get more airtime
Not likely
I spike like Lee
U.D. L.F. S.B.
Just one big family
Lyrical Fusion Lyrical Fusion Lyrical U.D. Fusion.
Institutionalized
Institutionalized
(Lil Jay The Ripper, 808 Pimp, Phatboy)
<Lil Jay>I must maintain and keep focused
And just believe my life is not hopeless
Nevertheless dealt with stress
I must confess
My thoughts my feelings
While staring at the ceiling
Blocking all lights of energy
Cause I feel like death is threatening me
Or is it just my guilty conscience
Of all the dirt i did when i was a kid
So many bids
I flipped my lid
Momma look me in my eyes
Why is my young boy always insitutionalized
I feel like half my mind is paralyzed
My mental frame is shook
So much pain inside you could write a book
Look
Only in time I shall find where this path is taking me
Feels like the devil's raping me
There's no escaping
Envy trendy moves sooth me like the smell of fendy
Send me to a different planet
All this stress at one time i can't handle it
Should I panic?
<808 Pimp>
My sick thoughts cause me to push my problems back
The way I act makes me feel like i'm in the straightjacket
Facts I twist
Heavenly bliss
Dismissed by the violent and the dislist
Causin people to say tisk and task
Reveal my mask opens urge ta blast and laugh
Knowing only half of the shit in my past
The hollow happiness never lasts
So to the next victim
The last of the trash
On to energy to grab add it to my tab
The stab wounds
Scattered platoons
Livin in this fuckin cartoon
With these faded pictures
Livin for the next scriptures
Or only for the body bag
And closing the zipper
Me and the Ripper in the same boat
Flushing morals down the comode
The shit infested inside our soul
Heart of coal to never be whole
If part of us is still living in the old
Because its cold in here
The fear hidden tears
Years of torture
On our peers and family figures
Changes saints to sinners
And summers to winters
Knowledge spit from the beginining
Watch your back if you get trapped
Cause it ain't as simple as it seems to look back.
<Phatboy>
If you ain't got nothing to die for then why do you live
You have taken from existence but what did you give
You have hurt so many people but what did you get
So much pain to remember and that is why we forget
So hard to make a change because I'm so deep in this game
If I stepped out this thang
Would you still know my name?
Would you still come around
Would you still say I'm down
If we were in front of some people, would you still give me a pound?
I'm institutionalized
Because I'm confined to this role
Without a guarantee of a better future
I cannot relieve my tormented soul.
I Wanna Hit It But I Don't Wanna Deal Wit It
I Wanna Hit It But I Don't Wanna Deal Wit It
(Phatboy & 808 Pimp)
<Phatboy>I got things to do besides be with you
Hell that might sound cruel but I'm just being true
I'm down ta hit it
But in the morning I don't wanna deal wit it
Hoes want me to stay
But I'm like I'll see you babe
Cause there's another day
And a world filled with kitties
Give a rub on the pussy
And a feel up on the titties
Then I'm outie 5 peace see ya later
If ya want it tomorrow hit me on the pager
Major playa
<808 Pimp>
I don't wanna deal wit it
But sure i wanna hit it
Why ya gotta talk shit
Ain't my kid
Mark shit
Start shit
Babblin off the wall shit
All the bullshit yo i toss it
Back to the closet
While I wanna thrust it
Like the hyperdrive of the starship
Pop it like an oversized zit
When a pimp like this just wanna hit
H-I-T hoes in training
Then i like to rip and dip
<Phatboy>
Do me playa like ya did me last time
Maybe this time I'll blow your mind
And when we done no questions asked
Just thank me for tappin that ass
I must confess your love is the shit
Look I wanna hit it
But I don't wanna deal wit it
<Phatboy>
Drug induced
Wanna seduce
Do anything I can to knock the boots
But when we done
That's all I want
Don't need to know your name
Don't need to know your number
Girl I'm sorry but I happen to be a player
When you wake up yo I can't be there
Cause I'm driftin
Just wanna hit it
Tomorrow night another girl in my life to hit it right
Intoxicated, yeah bet it
Cause then there's a larger range through the eyes of a dope fiend
Many hoes seem to be what I need
Light a cigarette and inhale
Cause I can't deal with you females
All about the sales
But not for you
All about my trues
But at night its all about you
<808 Pimp>
Aint nothin personal
Just a true player lookin to steal the sex like a perverted criminal
I stay away from the juveniles
Cause people like me end up in Rikers Isle
Besides robbin the cradle just ain't my style
Mental plus physical
Gotta be straight no infidels
Courtroom trials
Steady laying women like tiles
You know what time it is like sun dials
Call me a plumber cause i'm laying pipes for miles
And i got more hoes than the government got secret files
Undercover lover
So keep it on the down low
Give you a booty call
Scoop you up in the black hummer
If I happen to miss a date thats a bummer
But I'll be with a trick in the condo i rented for the summer
So don't cry for me
Cause I'll always be the 8-0-8 P-I-M-P
L-F-M-O-B
Chorus
<808 Pimp & Phatboy>
I know it sounds shitty that I can't be with you
Sleep with you
Cause that's just how the player do
On the D-L interlude
Just out for the bedroom interview
Don't hate me cause i'm beautiful
Hate me cause I'm rude
Hate me cause I'm only out for the sex with you
Hate me cause it's true
But hate yourself cause you know you love it too
And girls like you is always gettin screwed
Everynight and everyday
What the hell you think i'm gonna pay
Cause i'm never gonna pay for the hoes around the way
Just lookin for a place to get em in the hay
To the back of the lawn yo you know its on
Till the break of dawn hoes sing my song.
Chorus
Drift Away
Drift Away
(808 Pimp, Phatboy)
<808 Pimp>I think about the days when we used to do it
Me and the crew
Gettin into shit but now I’m through with it.
No more pullin chromes or breakin into homes
I’m now out of the game strictly lyrics to the dome
For the others in distress I never rest
The trouble always manifests in the minds of the helpless
There is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
That’s why many people love this time and play the game of do or die
Take this life
And that one
What gives you the right to take another by the gun
Its suicide yes
We all must die but why speed up the process
The feeling of lostness
Lost another one to the bullet
Think twice before you pull it
And take one
Five O rolls up and you play dumb
Change your ways these last few days
Stay in close try not to drift away
<Phatboy>
Just me and my trues
Lost one crews
Down for so much time
We was down all up on the grime
But now they just so hard to find
Me and my niggaz pulled the B-B triggers when we were kids
But now my kin be making sin
Break out the bottle of gin
So we can drink and waste away
Dank and tanquerey
Hazy rainy days
A life of purple-ass blacklights
Strobes and probes for hoes that puffed life
Cause yeah we did em
But we didn’t do it like we should of
Here is some bud now give me love - bitch we can do this
All of that buddha smoke I thought was a joke
Until that White Horse came and fucked up my folks
Smoking wusand hards had my niggaz scarred
Hey yo them runs was fun until we ran out of funds
So drop out, then rob a house from your own fuckin set
Go to the pawn shop and sell your mama’s jewelry set
Now what I do cause we was like fam
Make a plan in sand
Fuckin shit, goddamn
Cause he jacked my true
And my true was supposedly his true
This is for the lost ones part 2
Change your ways these last few days
Stay in close try not to drift away
<808 Pimp>
So hop to it
Hop off the train
Wash your slate clean
And clear up your name
Put down the guns
And put out the blunts
Step the fuck back and stay away from them hood runts
Cause life ain’t all about the green
Tryna get paid ain’t always what it seems
To try and stay up could put you in the ground
And what then? Yeah your homies ain’t around
So was it worth it? Was it worth the pain?
To do that shit, and watch your mom’s love drain
Drainouts of heart
You never thought it would end this way in the start
But shit changes, and sometimes for the worst
Your last cruise could be in the back of a black hearse
Down to your resting place boo
Ashes to ashes part 2
Change your ways these last few days
Stay in close try not to drift away
<Phatboy>
Saw my lost ones on the get up
Light they shit up
Started shakin
Thought they fakin
Cardiac arrest
From the crack all in their chest
Dead from a hit
A full life to live
Parents thought they went wrong in raising a kid
But they were lost from the get-go
Wanted hoes - so they started slanging blow
And selling, because yo it is so compelling
To have your man be the big drug dealer in the neighborhood
And back then it was all good
Because we weren’t thinking about our futures
Just to busy being drug pushers
And getting laid when we were paid
If you were a ho, I coulda took ya
And ain’t nobody dare to floss on my tip
Had mad grip and was down with Crips
Cause money talks and bullshit can get the fuck out of my face
Never smile cause then your fetti will get taken
Because niggaz will think you’re fake
So where ya goin?
Where have you gone?
Ya took a hit from the bong and was gone with a new life by the pipe that shit ain’t right
I think at night about things we used to do
No instead of playing ball, "Bring some blunts and I’ll match you"
Or scratch you off of my list if you ain’t selling hits
I’m throwing fits for all of that shit that had to happen
They was just tryna get their mack on but got crept on
By a ho that yanked on their crank and their pockets
I tried to rock her but they were too deep
And they got drowned
Yo I frown because I didn’t do jack
I coulda told their mams and paps
But I didn’t want to look wack
Cause yo the homies
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
Now I’m feeling the pain from that bitch Mary Jane
She had my cutties all hung up on her fuck shit
Yo who is it? Mary Jane that bitch ass trick
Now I’m all alone and I’m all alone
All I got is me and my fucking microphone
The lost ones
The lost ones
Put down your gun
This ain’t no fun
Had all my cutties on the run
Change your ways these last few days
Stay in close try not to drift away
Death Do Us Part
Death Do Us Part
(808 Pimp, Canoflauge, Quick Con)
The verbal aftermath
See they probably have a warrant out for my arrest for dodgin the draft
Cause the wack artists hate my ass
They wanna see my lyrics smashed
Cuffed locked down in alkatraz
And have my vocal threats be a thing of the past
But my mouth is to fast for their funky ass
The biz is mines
They couldn't catch up if their name was Heinz
The use of these verbs like a crime
And to the imitators who wanna rhyme are quick to drop a dime
To authorities to catch me in the hold up
Hopin to get swole up
I'll have those pigs working instead of sittin their ass inside of dunkin donuts
Show nuff they think I bluff
When I puff the stuff and get ruff with the tuff that wanna see me snuff
I had enough of these rappers wit no meaning
The only thing i wish is to see them bleeding
They greedy
Needy
They want death not a peace treaty
Vety not veto
Livin currupt like Al Capone be fat like Dann De Vito
Kickin vocals like Keto
Makin works of art like Leo
Frame my steelo
Bid it off to the largest record co (mpany)
This be da funk like B.O. dirty sox
So throw doe in da P.O. Box
Make sure da locks is done up
So we can ride out from sundown to sun up
And avoid da run up
Keep da gun up
Watch out for da come up
<Canoflauge>
R is how I rate
My lyrics are phat like old school Ricki Lake
When my album comes out the whole world will celebrate
This one goes straight to the Jeaolous Jakes who love to playa hate
On Canoflauge and the Pimp number 808
Its been 2 years and I still ain't lost my touch
I still got the mike in the Earth's tightest clutch
Compare my life to brown grass
Fuck the roses
I split competition like moses split seas
Lyrics go wit the beats like carrots and peas
Dem Vogues and center gold D's or a brand new bens wit 20 inch rims
Rhyme span wide like Lil Kim's pussy
I'm a hip hop verteran and you just a rookie
No MC eva took me or eva shook me
Look me in the eye if you think I'm a lie
I'm the first muthaphukka to raise the roof
151 proof killa on da loose
Used to have the juice now I'm bout it
And you could tell by the lyrics I spit
Front on da click & you bound to get lit like a wick
Burnt like a cigarette
My rhymes make hoes move like I'm touchin they clits, suckin they tits
Category best M.C. on Jeopardy
Who is Cano the ghetto celebrity
Nuttin but suave like Rico
Number one rappin chico representin Puerto Rico
Crazy flows phat like Fat Joe and Big Pun
Your eyes got blinded when my grill shun
You done missed the elipse of a new born empire
No one eva stood on a higher pedistool
Rocked bigger jewels
The roughest dynamic duals
You fuckin fools
Niggaz don't dance
Last chance to represent
The intelligent
Styles is elegant
Your skills are still irrelevant
<Quick Con>
Since my last lyrical protocol
I've been tested
With adversaries hoping for my fall
However
My advantages are limited
Some swear they are clever
When in actuality their thoughts are primitive
My psyche just might be similar to E-Ruckus
Or lighting when it struck
I'm rap putian
Reincarnated as rap putian
To avenge my assination
Over ten decades ago
We can go toe to toe
Flow for Flow
Its best to be wise
So there will be no surprise
When you meet your destiny
So keep on testin me
What doesn't kill me will only make me a stronger man
Some can't stand the test of life
Its best to think twice before making any move
Just choose wisely
Don't despise me
Besides, my moods change with the tide
So don't play me close
See i'm not like most individuals
Not your tipical kid here
Keep your mind open
Watch out they always scopin
Even still my concentration is never broken
I stay devoted to what i do and what i believe
They swear to got it locked nigga
I got the keys
Neverthless peace be onto you
Son espionage, yo soy espiritual
Not to mention my lingual
From the mind to the pen
From the pen to the paper
Puttin my vocals on tape while the DJ keep on cuttin
But fake niggaz keep on frontin
Real niggaz know damn well what the deal is
Handlin biz
Settling priorities with authority
Obviously sorcery.
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