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 Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:56 pm
DZK
[hook]:[1]
[Now, Now] it's that raw underground s**t
if you doubt it, run your mouth
get your teeth kicked down it
clown, round me, you better be 'bout it,
surrounded by this crowd, you'll never be found
[Now, Now] -- this is raw underground s**t
if you doubt it, run your mouth
get your teeth kicked down it
clown, round me, you better be 'bout it,
surrounded by this crowd, you'll never be found [Now, Now]
Cee Li
[verse]:[2]
Ya'll hardly worth it, these perfect verses
The flows purpose, to hide the punches
Lurking like pirhanas under its surface
These are not lyrics their voodoo curses
That are adpetly fashioned to cause unnatrual actions
Head snapping forward like there are mini-whips attacking
And as their cracking, Your hands are clapping
"Thats some sick s**t" murmered then what happens
Give in to logic, which says pay homage
As two of the hardest artists to ever create bars piss
On all others attempting to spit, and rip
Eyes out of heads and twist ligaments as you attempt to mimick it
So haters and peers alike, run and hide
The anger supplied to this tracks sole purpose is to marr your hide
And dispite what you might do, I do spite you, just because your alive
Rip out your soul, replace your big toe, with your d**k, it's just the right size...
[hook]:[2]
DZK
[verse]:[3]
the heavy-metal packin-rebel stabbing weapons in-to
every little Mitchell & Ness genuine, mesh-linen
leather or fitted "whatever" - rap fashion
veteran rags - attractin' mass predators,
my knuckle's swift, stick-jabs quick as missiles lift
swing with a deafinin' swish that pass "whistle-pitch"
witness flesh I rip, tissue and ligaments
bit with a viciousness, spit any, gristle-bits
it's the menacing wall-crawler who follows
and mauls ballers to saw off the skulls of most all of em
not gonna rob 'em or bother with dollars in wallets,
I crave meat - same problem as Dahmer
the godless monster ...crawling the swamps
where atomic bombs been fallen for month, yall
skeletal structure still imbedded in tungston
plus so many other elements yall never could bust it
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 5:05 am
We got a love thing,
girl you try to leave me but your need me
Cant you see your adicted to me?
We got a love thing
I can take you higher ******** with me you can be all you can be
From the second she presses play, I infect her mind
My rhythmic lyrics leave her wanting more after every line
I enter her ears, hitting the ear drum with the snare
Pass the windows of her soul and watch as she stares
I'm in her system, her body and her stereo
Surround her with sound and create a new scenario
I take her to new worlds with her imagintion as a map
Get lost in her own brain, SatNav cant get he out of that
A material girl, living with her toys and gadgets
My sounds at street level she enjoys me, making me her habit
Time after time, she returns to me, on a regular basis
I'm her escape route to help her with her daily cases
The trials and tribulations in every situation
But my price keeps rising and she cant afford the escalation
Shes desperate for me doing anything for some more of my 'love'
This is her time for escape but she helpless like a cub
I guide her, I help get get through her life
Been gone all of 3 days she already contemplating the knife
At this new level I brought her to shes feeling her way around
Never been at rock bottom, but she likes being on the ground
Down to earth like Chris Rock, socialising with the crackhaeds
Able to relate but tellin herself shes not addicted, not like the crackheads
Resorting to crime, making a bit of money, so she can have me
Thinking she in control, acting like she can drop me
I enter her again, this is where addiction begins
Thrusting in her system, pure pleasure, causin all 7 deadly sins
her pride stopping her from acceptig her defeat
In envy of all those who have this feeling every day of every week
Gluttony whenever she can have me
The lust of our love, but she cant have me
Her Anger errupts as she realises this fact
But her greed has pushed her too far to turn back
Now a human sloth only the energy for me nothing else
A drug dealers dream, this girls life depends on me being dealt
Years pass,shes clean and happy shes left me for another guy
But theres residue of me around in large quantities, I never die
She can't get rid of me, theres still parts of me in her mind
Her and her man got a baby, a new begining
Little do they know I've already infected their kin...
We got a love thing,
girl you try to leave me but your need me
Cant you see your adicted to me?
We got a love thing
I can take you higher ******** with me you can be all you can be
I used the hook from 50 Cent's A Baltimore Love Thing.
The song's about drugs but it's kind of meant to be drugs in music. I can't explain it as well as I would like to but you should get the jist of it from reading it.
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 12:06 am
The intro of El Diablo a.k.a me
As the sun beams thru my opaque eye LID..
I awake to the same fate my dad DID...
A young native male,living paycheck to PAYCHECK..
My life is a beautiful mess, a miraculous TRAIN-WRECK...
I have no hope,no fool-proof goals to ACQUIRE..
Just eat,sleep and repeat until i EXPIRE...
My spoken words r my darkness when light PREVAILS..
I prophesize like Jesus but his hands dont bear SHARP-NAILS...
I have been tested like all of God's CHOSEN...
But like my Job,my faith is still UNBROKEN...
I fear no man, but many men fear ME..
Because with my "wit" and cunning,im spiritually FREE...
Not even Jesus himself could influence my LIFE..
My knowledge of God is sharp, as is my KNIFE...
The blade i speak of, is not at all PHYSICAL..
It represents my tongue,used to create a VISAUL...
As the sweat pours,my heart yet ENDURES..
As painful as life is,God always REASSURES...
Trials may come,and tribulations soon ACOMPONY..
But with my faith,nothig can conquer ME.....
_____________________
The Destruction of Hustlin.
A drug lords POISON-BREW, kept concealed from the BOYS-IN-BLUE..
Where pain's exchanged for fame, it's all love in the street's POINT-OF-VIEW...
Drivin by greedy CONVICTIONS, blinded by a movie-gangster DEPICTION..
Young kingpins sling PERSCRIPTIONS to victims of their own ADDICTIONS...
Fiends buy 'E' when hopes are FEEBLE to experience a high so LETHAL..
The sides aint EQUAL, cuz tides of people lose their lives to pipes & NEEDLES...
Starting off curious, use plenty, always wanting the better STUFF..
But to an addict, one fix is too many, and a hundred is never ENOUGH...
Dealers act clever and tough, selling nothing but a RUSH-OF-DESTRUCTION..
Handing out bags like halloween, filled with the DUST-OF-CORRUPTION...
Killing the communities unity, people are left with a future that's FOILED..
Cuz as long as your in drug traffic, hopes of moving forward are SPOILED...
Urs Truly El Diablo twisted
i Know u all didnt forget about me
or did u???
well guess what im back mutha ********>
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 6:28 pm
Now you know ya ABC's *****
A plus grade A im auotomatic/
B bomb beats hit the streets mug is still at it/
C Foldin niggas on a crease like Khaki Pants/
D im takin every one hostage i want my demands/
E every wack ***** is goin down cuz i got a plan/
F Fake fools ******** foes somebody give these wannabes a clue/
G im on the grind all times of the night that good s**t have you seein blue/
H hotness defined on this one cypher if you got any objections then ***** sue/
I illquipped burnin nas cuz im illmatic flashback havin heart attacks/
J jog ya memory make you remember my hot attacks/
K killin niggas where my money homicide for the cash/
L got a cuople of em in the car homie check the dash/
M im the man many niggas don't understand/
N never offbrand this ***** gets his clothes over sized at sams/
O i wont be havin kids soon ya mother just swallowed my offspring/
P good p***y lookie lookie R.I.P Tookie/
Q the question is what you think a Dboi is hell nah they dont sell cookies/
R take a rest take a break ya girl custom made me a milkshake/
S s**t tasted real good gon head ***** catch ya breath/
T 2 thousand kilos call me mr.plow cuz this season im shovelin snow/
U underground shows just be there i'll supply the blow/
V bulletproof ***** i roll with a vest-gotta protect the chest- niggas hatin cuz im the best/
W win some lose some make you feel dumb/
X in the X rays it showed greatness in my brain had the doctors breathin heavy like an iron lung/
Y yessir im not done but listen you might learn somethin son/
Z zappin fools stop yappin if ya new,i do this for fun, and todays lesson im number 1/
Now you know your Abc's b***h/
i told yall niggas don't ******** with me/
EZ!
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:44 pm
Durrtyboi Now you know ya ABC's ***** A plus grade A im auotomatic/ B bomb beats hit the streets mug is still at it/ C Foldin niggas on a crease like Khaki Pants/ D im takin every one hostage i want my demands/ E every wack ***** is goin down cuz i got a plan/ F Fake fools ******** foes somebody give these wannabes a clue/ G im on the grind all times of the night that good s**t have you seein blue/ H hotness defined on this one cypher if you got any objections then ***** sue/ I illquipped burnin nas cuz im illmatic flashback havin heart attacks/ J jog ya memory make you remember my hot attacks/ K killin niggas where my money homicide for the cash/ L got a cuople of em in the car homie check the dash/ M im the man many niggas don't understand/ N never offbrand this ***** gets his clothes over sized at sams/ O i wont be havin kids soon ya mother just swallowed my offspring/ P good p***y lookie lookie R.I.P Tookie/ Q the question is what you think a Dboi is hell nah they dont sell cookies/ R take a rest take a break ya girl custom made me a milkshake/ S s**t tasted real good gon head ***** catch ya breath/ T 2 thousand kilos call me mr.plow cuz this season im shovelin snow/ U underground shows just be there i'll supply the blow/ V bulletproof ***** i roll with a vest-gotta protect the chest- niggas hatin cuz im the best/ W win some lose some make you feel dumb/ X in the X rays it showed greatness in my brain had the doctors breathin heavy like an iron lung/ Y yessir im not done but listen you might learn somethin son/ Z zappin fools stop yappin if ya new,i do this for fun, and todays lesson im number 1/ Now you know your Abc's b***h/ i told yall niggas don't ******** with me/ EZ!
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:36 pm
O.G. Kz Durrtyboi Now you know ya ABC's ***** A plus grade A im auotomatic/ B bomb beats hit the streets mug is still at it/ C Foldin niggas on a crease like Khaki Pants/ D im takin every one hostage i want my demands/ E every wack ***** is goin down cuz i got a plan/ F Fake fools ******** foes somebody give these wannabes a clue/ G im on the grind all times of the night that good s**t have you seein blue/ H hotness defined on this one cypher if you got any objections then ***** sue/ I illquipped burnin nas cuz im illmatic flashback havin heart attacks/ J jog ya memory make you remember my hot attacks/ K killin niggas where my money homicide for the cash/ L got a cuople of em in the car homie check the dash/ M im the man many niggas don't understand/ N never offbrand this ***** gets his clothes over sized at sams/ O i wont be havin kids soon ya mother just swallowed my offspring/ P good p***y lookie lookie R.I.P Tookie/ Q the question is what you think a Dboi is hell nah they dont sell cookies/ R take a rest take a break ya girl custom made me a milkshake/ S s**t tasted real good gon head ***** catch ya breath/ T 2 thousand kilos call me mr.plow cuz this season im shovelin snow/ U underground shows just be there i'll supply the blow/ V bulletproof ***** i roll with a vest-gotta protect the chest- niggas hatin cuz im the best/ W win some lose some make you feel dumb/ X in the X rays it showed greatness in my brain had the doctors breathin heavy like an iron lung/ Y yessir im not done but listen you might learn somethin son/ Z zappin fools stop yappin if ya new,i do this for fun, and todays lesson im number 1/ Now you know your Abc's b***h/ i told yall niggas don't ******** with me/ EZ! what ya laughin at kz
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 10:40 pm
Revenge
Say “This s**t-Hasn’t-Happened,-Fade-It…” the Kids’-Been-Decapitated, my momma’s been raped with a knife, her c**t-Scene-Is-Desecrated..
Throats Slit-Clean-And-Lacerated, like Split-Seams-Have-Been-Created, I look them up and down… Oh s**t, see Dean-Has-Been-Castrated!...
I walk out the door, my muscles Aching-To-Do-Harm, tryin’ Take-In-It-Cool,-Calm, biceps Breaking-A-Few-Yarns..
Of the string on my shirt, ‘cause they’ll be Making-The-Fool-Harmed, this dude fisted my little sis, I’ll Rape-Him-With-Two-Arms...
So I Hop-In-The-Chevy, I got the Glocks-In-It,-Ready, metal baseballbat in back, this dude be Coppin’-It-Heavy..
So while I’m Cockin’-The-Lead-In, think “The c**k-head-is-heading towards the city”, so there’s plenty time for Stoppin’-Him-Steady...
I Pull-Outta-The-Driveway, drive Full-Out-On-The-Highway, and I see the f*****t’s car, so Bull’s-About-Let-The-Nines-Spray..
Lettin’ off a couple rounds, show him the Cruelty-This-Guy-Gave to my family, and I’m hearin’ the Fool-Shout-As-His-Spine-Breaks...
Now I’m pullin’ up next to him as he Hangs-Out-The-Window, both our cars are still accelerating… BANG!-Let-The-Thing-Blow..
At his chest, jump into his car, put Shanks-To-His-Shin-Bones, hold his face against the road, like peeling Paint,-Watch-His-Skin-Go...
.::Switch Of Style::.
As he Bleeds-On-His-Top, I hear him Plead-Me-To-Stop..
But I can't get enough of blood like I be Greedy-Alot...
So now I'm Slashin'-His-Guts-Out and I'm Bashin'-The-c**t's-Mouth..
On the window, 'till all of the glass is ******** the car, Reach-For-The-Lever, that'll ******** with my fam, 'cause now that f**'s gonna be Sleepin-Forever...
And I'm Slittin'-His-Torso, his blood's Spittin'-Like-Torpos (torpedos)..
Lay his body on the seat and I just s**t-On-His-Corpse,-So...
That the body will light, as I just Brought-Out-The-Lighter..
And there's no-one drivin' past, no-one to Put-Out-The-Fire...
And I've gotten my revenge, let off the Burden,-The-Load-'N'..
I walk away a happy man as I Heard-An-Explosion...
Urs Truly El Diablo
thought of this when listenin to Big L- The Heist
jus came to me
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 9:59 pm
Making a new song.. to this beat... and well... you wont feel the emotion untill you are engulfed in the music.. but for reference.. I'll post the lyrics here so I can remind myself to finish what I started it's not finished.. and it's a rough copy... http://www.soundclick.com/bands/songInfo.cfm?bandID=305425&songID=3062422link to beat i'm using... so yeah this all I got so far I remember we started running like Nascar… Relationship was kinda like sex and everyday was the fast part… At least me.. And even she conveyed the fact That love at first sight was precisely right… Now I sorta can remember the night Where I almost lost my sight.. Staring at my sunshine Her responses impressing my young mind Come to find.. The pleasure ain’t all mine Like the highway of the life this was a two way street But me? I go from Nextel to Formula 1/ Grand Prix other niggas couldn’t stand me They jump and reach for a pull down to land me Two steps from a full moom… I was a Couple chairs away from havin a full room So I said ******** lay-a-way… I’m tired of ridin the wall Looking at my guts tired of hidin the balls So I grab her by the horns no more dodging Lost my heart and soul to my girl for lodging Feeling nostalgic now induced to stray Man I loved it when she used to say KD feel I you homie… recording that Then she said almost broke down on me Thinking bout my ex but no tear found on me At least till now.. The keyboard drown homie As type… I remember days I used write To catch up to her poetry. How I used to fight/ to try and Match her mental when it came to sensual Tryna be sweet…Lean on me I’m undependable Gave her everything but she wanted more At least a pinch over what I got in store I’m outta stock.. Outta time.. Paranoia sets in now I’m outta line Thinking that I’m bound to find another figure I’m talking sleepin in my bed… messing with my head… I’m self conscious when it all falls down Hearing her through the wire our phones would break up Make my stare signs and numbers like astrology Study with her considered taking biology Fit my plans around her, hands surrounds her, glancing down her Shirt… to see my if my heart was still secure My baby blue velour replaced by human flesh Can see right through my front as if I’m wearing mesh But that means some lines were blocking, making shadows Weaving through the darkness, heard a voice that goes rate plz?
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 10:01 pm
C Teezy Making a new song.. to this beat... and well... you wont feel the emotion untill you are engulfed in the music.. but for reference.. I'll post the lyrics here so I can remind myself to finish what I started it's not finished.. and it's a rough copy... http://www.soundclick.com/bands/songInfo.cfm?bandID=305425&songID=3062422link to beat i'm using... so yeah this all I got so far I remember we started running like Nascar… Relationship was kinda like sex and everyday was the fast part… At least me.. And even she conveyed the fact That love at first sight was precisely right… Now I sorta can remember the night Where I almost lost my sight.. Staring at my sunshine Her responses impressing my young mind Come to find.. The pleasure ain’t all mine Like the highway of the life this was a two way street But me? I go from Nextel to Formula 1/ Grand Prix other niggas couldn’t stand me They jump and reach for a pull down to land me Two steps from a full moom… I was a Couple chairs away from havin a full room So I said ******** lay-a-way… I’m tired of ridin the wall Looking at my guts tired of hidin the balls So I grab her by the horns no more dodging Lost my heart and soul to my girl for lodging Feeling nostalgic now induced to stray Man I loved it when she used to say KD feel I you homie… recording that Then she said almost broke down on me Thinking bout my ex but no tear found on me At least till now.. The keyboard drown homie As type… I remember days I used write To catch up to her poetry. How I used to fight/ to try and Match her mental when it came to sensual Tryna be sweet…Lean on me I’m undependable Gave her everything but she wanted more At least a pinch over what I got in store I’m outta stock.. Outta time.. Paranoia sets in now I’m outta line Thinking that I’m bound to find another figure I’m talking sleepin in my bed… messing with my head… I’m self conscious when it all falls down Hearing her through the wire our phones would break up Make my stare signs and numbers like astrology Study with her considered taking biology Fit my plans around her, hands surrounds her, glancing down her Shirt… to see my if my heart was still secure My baby blue velour replaced by human flesh Can see right through my front as if I’m wearing mesh But that means some lines were blocking, making shadows Weaving through the darkness, heard a voice that goes rate plz? yea dat beat is nice 4 dis song
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 4:54 am
My verse from a song me and my homeboi wrote called lyricism is still alive if yall aint know my real rap name is lil muggy
aye yo when i shake the ground with my lyrical pund make niggas explode out of bounds/
i'll give you a hot inferno bitches ******** crazy style like an inverted porno/
lyricism is still alive open ya eyes recognize its the feelin inside/
once i start i cant stop/
like im poppin ya cerebrum till you retarded and drop/
i'll make ya brain faulty, havin mental puases we call that cerebral palsy/ my flow is captivating, to dumb niggas its nauseatin/
creatin brain inflation, and verbal imatation/
takin you to the lyrical nation you dont get it? change the station,
i been patiently waitin/ for my big break an here it is fam/
yea im ready to do this im hungry like a starvin artist,/
whackness is what the cuase is/
in me you'll find none of that even if you led an extended excavation of your current investigation/
you'll just find a hot machete to ya neck thats why they call me the black jason/
throw you onn the street and treat you like a j son/
ya stay on that cush ya women stay on that vibrator and the douche/
u aint treatin her right thats why straight women go to bis then lesbos to straight dikes/
***** you dont know bout me you still on trainin wheels/
me and my boy inzanity have a liscense to kill/
i came up in the game ill equipped but noow im hot s**t and im illquipped/(*****)you got a problem take it up with the governor/
we should just call this lyrical slaughter ha/
vol1 then 2 then 3 then 4/
then 5 then 6 ******** it we goin on and on till ya sack disintergrates penetratin the soil/
that eventually erodes and loses density and texture then it turns into oil/ unlike the ground i keep my solidity, i never evaporate i never deminish/ the punisher one punch punch and your finished/
my love for rhymin is lust so i should go to hell cuz killin on the mic would be sinnin/
durrtyboi a synonym to greatness, i assemble, assimilate, then annihilate like the greatest/
you need a dream catcher cuz your dreams youve been chasin/
before they're gone cuz im sweepin them up like mark grayson(look him up on myspace)/
movin faster than usual like nascar ******** the slow and steady i rhyme at hot and fast paces/
so get ready and tie ya laces, durrtyboi and inzanity the best collaboration since richs and macys(whooo)/
like lookin at ya self beat down in the mirror you cant face me/
i was on that weed and s**t but i got so high i reached heaven then the lord saved me(think bout it haha)/
the best lyricist around thats how god made me/
now ima ghostwriter yes niggas pay me/
i dont wave fees, dont play me, this is the my own version of the exclusive league/
easy peezey believe me i got mo fire than weezy/
ima make one more decree g/
i gots so much s**t on my mind that every ***** on this site could feed (off) me/
im goin crazy insane like inzanity/
my rhymes are lazy off the top of the brain crazy like inzanity/
i be wild n out more than nick cannon/
ya b***h is like a horse everybodys rode her even dakota fanning/
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:39 am
Makairo "Get These Words Out" I write but what am I rappin' for? No sense if I never get a chance to perform, I guess I'm just foolish wit' the way I do this, But there's so many people who I gotta prove this to and make you look the foolish, I'm tired of bein' the one whose always wrong, On the end of a punchline and gettin' wronged, Can't believe I stuck around for this abuse for so long, And I'm still goin' at it, Why you think this verse continues? But you can't stay mad at it, Determination reverses issues, No longer is it a worry about showin' out, Just as long as one person understands the words comin' out my mouth, I'll scream in anger and let it echo through my house, By any means possible, just let me get these words out... Like runnin' my face into the ground, That's my heart's sound, Feelin' weak like I just got hit and can't rebound, Can't get back up It's all too much, I think I'm stuck, Someone help me up, What's the point? I'll just mess up, Again and again - always wrong, Still around here - and I'm still gettin' wronged, So continues the verses in this song, My dreams move north but my head lowers south, My shouts so loud I make the shifts in the clouds, All just to try and get these words out... I'm still gunnin' for it, But I'm losin' my edge, Tried for so long but my will is practically dead, I just don't know when to give up, Look at all these expectations I gotta live up to and make it through their comments and stares, Such a long journey - like an endless flight of stairs, I'll climb and climb 'til I make it, When I'm in the zone, my will's blazin' and nobody can take it, I guess it's about time - I gotta make a decision now, I'll do what I have to, so I can get these words out... See? The old Mak used to write actual songs and s**t. Something along the way changed me into a niggerish wild man. xd I can't do it like I used to, but I sure as hell can freestyle or win a battle.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:42 am
Act 1 Scene 3 Makairo "Get These Words Out" I write but what am I rappin' for? No sense if I never get a chance to perform, I guess I'm just foolish wit' the way I do this, But there's so many people who I gotta prove this to and make you look the foolish, I'm tired of bein' the one whose always wrong, On the end of a punchline and gettin' wronged, Can't believe I stuck around for this abuse for so long, And I'm still goin' at it, Why you think this verse continues? But you can't stay mad at it, Determination reverses issues, No longer is it a worry about showin' out, Just as long as one person understands the words comin' out my mouth, I'll scream in anger and let it echo through my house, By any means possible, just let me get these words out... Like runnin' my face into the ground, That's my heart's sound, Feelin' weak like I just got hit and can't rebound, Can't get back up It's all too much, I think I'm stuck, Someone help me up, What's the point? I'll just mess up, Again and again - always wrong, Still around here - and I'm still gettin' wronged, So continues the verses in this song, My dreams move north but my head lowers south, My shouts so loud I make the shifts in the clouds, All just to try and get these words out... I'm still gunnin' for it, But I'm losin' my edge, Tried for so long but my will is practically dead, I just don't know when to give up, Look at all these expectations I gotta live up to and make it through their comments and stares, Such a long journey - like an endless flight of stairs, I'll climb and climb 'til I make it, When I'm in the zone, my will's blazin' and nobody can take it, I guess it's about time - I gotta make a decision now, I'll do what I have to, so I can get these words out... See? The old Mak used to write actual songs and s**t. Something along the way changed me into a niggerish wild man. xd I can't do it like I used to, but I sure as hell can freestyle or win a battle. thats just niggerific.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 10:35 pm
creative dramatics im still at it like neverending flashbacks/
whack cats dramatize where they mask at, laugh at realness creativity in mass gap/
i thrash that like a thrasher cuz im rationally a hasty and fast cat/
im a lyricist you hearin this, im lyrically inclined serious haters get back/
i attack like your heart when i blaze the cypher im the hottest and thats that/
im arrogant cocky and confident for a reason cuz im the greatest and thats fact/
aint no exxageratin the facts, im shakin you cats, givin you epiphinies like revalations/
my lyrics are in the bible, the same one from B.C no further rennovations/ Durrtyboi raps greatest innovation/
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 2:30 am
H2O (Aqua)
Durrtyboi ft. Travis McCoy(of the Gym Class Heroes)
[Chorus Durrtyboi and Travis McCoy(Sample from Food For Mic Skillz)]x2
Durrtyboi: This is real hip hop not garbage you hear on the radio
Leave you iller than radio but,
Travis McCoy: I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that
H20 Aqua we be thicker than that
[Durrtyboi verse 1]
I spit water and spill blood making things opaque/
Get you to quiver and shake with a flood on the way/
Pralyze your mind get you confused but you can not move/
You turn red and attempt the blues you move you lose/
So you think you a winner huh? Not exactly/
I pour the caffeine make you exxagerate blasphemy/
I leave a hole in you bigger than the circumference of the world/
Then auction you off to scientists for diamonds and pearls/
(Haha) my precious mind abates abrasions/
And false contusions leave you battered and bruised/
Tattered and amused then tatted on you what just happened/
I flap you like a flapjack to jog your memory/
Of this verbal acciedent not just a mishap/
But something more serious to give you a mental relapse/
Breath in and release untimely insane and perhaps/
A gas chamber of horrible rap (thats a fact)/(Make your ears bust!)
[Chorus Durrtyboi and Travis McCoy(Sample from Food For Mic Skillz)]x2
Durrtyboi: This is real hip hop not garbage you hear on the radio
Leave you iller than radio but,
Travis McCoy: I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that
H20 Aqua we be thicker than that
[Durrtyboi verse 2]
Oh my god OMG like internet slang/
LOL LMAO this is serious not just another internet thing/
But you tubes are crazy coming to my space to play addicting games/
And my new grounds for a craving of mini clips of tagged/
you'll be tagged then added as a friend of mine/
Even though you aint a friend of mine just a friend of a friend of mine/
We still hold mini conversations as small pieces of mind/
And if you want a piece of mine then stay online/
and give me your url don't stand me up in a chatroom/
full of lunatics and fake females flaking in bad moods/
revealing themselves as phonies the first time we meet/
I hope she's not like them or it's back to being Rocky and beating Meat/
(Yo Durrty you crazy) I'm so crazy then throw me in an asylum/
Where I can write more ill spit and shank you to like em'/
So I stay locked up in that plastic memory/
Blood is thicker than water so I guess hip hop is like a brother to me/
[Chorus Durrtyboi and Travis McCoy(Sample from Food For Mic Skillz)]x2
Durrtyboi: This is real hip hop not garbage you hear on the radio
Leave you iller than radio but,
Travis McCoy: I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that
H20 Aqua we be thicker than that
[Durrtyboi verse 3]
It's verse 3 do you believe me now it's hard not too/
Like ripley's believe it or not I'm a cartoon/
Just a figment of some sick dudes imagination/
A creation of real hip hop in the form of my world domination/
Happy belated I laid it down already face it/
No caking just aching for my song to be played on a radio sation/
I'm tripping off the thought of a false music nation/
Where people are forced to believe saying snap your fingers is real hip hop/
It needs to stop with lame rhymes like hop on pop/
Hop scocth hat cat bat mat top drop cot robot/
It's all played out and delayed like the end but it's inevitable/
Judgement day has come and on this day I'm the rebel/
Fighting against wack dudes who make money making wack hits/
I'm sick of it all of them should be fearing it/
They need to drop their mic and eyelids/
Permanently shut up and die for the sake of the future and my kids/
[Chorus Durrtyboi and Travis McCoy(Sample from Food For Mic Skillz)]x2
Durrtyboi: This is real hip hop not garbage you hear on the radio
Leave you iller than radio but,
Travis McCoy: I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that
H20 Aqua we be thicker than that
[Durrtyboi talking while beat is playing in background]
This is real music Travis know wassup this is the future of hip hop right here this is real hip hop right here not just some garbage thats being played on the radio not just some stuff that rhymes either but the truth you feel me It's ya boi Durrty bka LiL MuggY and uh to sign off all I got to say is I hope yall are speechless and for every wack dude out there breathless don't believe the hype yall I'm out
[Beat fades out]
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