More Diabolic lyrics

[LiveFreeOrFight]

U guys wanna get all Diabolics lyrics up, from the Various tracks download, foul play mixtape, freestyles, collabs, and triple optix ep? I took the time to start off doing My Turn, if we each do a song it shouldn't be too long. anyways here it is:

It's my turn
I was given the power
And I'd rather die fighting than live as a coward
If I do what I feel and say what I want
At least you'll know it's me when you're playing my song
[2X]

Got evil through my soul
Jealous and hatin
It's a hell of a statement but I'd sell it to Satan
End up handcuffed in a cell in his basement
Praying to Jesus when I fell to the pavement
I ain't got religion or a pot to piss in
I think the worst it happens the plot just thickens
The clock is ticking
I don't twist words
I'll leave your throat slit in six thirds like Nick Berg
I can flip birds
Make the cash I like
But I'd rather write, make fun of death, and laugh at life
Parasites will take what I stack for spite
Cause I get G's when I flip P's like Vanna White
Today was a good day, I drove past your wife
Got her number and I'ma get the ass tonight
I'll slash you twice
Ain't showing remorse
I'll just catch your body like your throwing a corpse

It's my turn
I was given the power
And I'd rather die fighting than live as a coward
If I do what I feel and say what I want
At least you'll know it's me when you're playing my song
[2X]

(Here we go)
Excuse me lady look how crazy your driving him
Got 99 problems, my bitch is 85 of em
I've changed
At war with my mind frame
Scheming to even the score like tied games
I've gained loss
Where pain's the main course
Me and my alter ego don't share the same thoughts
My brain's warped
I don't buy what stars sell me
But I'll double team a troubled teen with R. Kelly
Begin some rumors that offend consumers
I'm sadistic with a twisted sense of humor
I wanna body A Jakes <-- (?) with a straight face
And leaving him leaking like info bout Kobe's rape case
I love to gamble but I'm the same soldier
Who won't bet the under cause I'm bout to take over
There'll be no second guessing me chump
Cause I'll murder you if you ever question me once

It's my turn
I was given the power
And I'd rather die fighting than live as a coward
If I do what I feel and say what I want
At least you'll know it's me when you're playing my song
[2X]

Tortured genius more respect less connected
The aborted fetus, Immortal Tech resurrected
The filthiest aphilliate
But don't feel me if I ain't pale him on the coat hanger they kill me with
I do an eye for an eye
But I don't respect ya
So I used an aids needle to stab both your retinas
Student and teacher
Killed my own professor
He ain't understand I was too old to lecture
I paper chase and hustle but hate to scuffle
When we go hand and hand I always break your knuckles
I'll bless the mic
That's my only offer
You couldn't bless shit with a toilet full of holy water
I'll use brute force to introduce two forts
Fornicate with your mind
Fuck what you thought
Life's too short so I'm not concerned
I'll show you how to do this
Just watch and learn

It's my turn
I was given the power
And I'd rather die fighting than live as a coward
If I do what I feel and say what I want
At least you'll know it's me when you're playing my song
[2X]

[badman621]

[JAE]

Props man, welcome to the Forum. Good lyrics.

[Strength Thru Pain]

Here it is, I came up with what I could for the Foul Play lyrics.


02. MASTERPLAN (ft. Akir)

[Diabolic:]

Yo, Plan A begins with the end of famous trends
And by making hip-hop feel like it’s ‘98 again
I’m saying when I can still listen to Jay and Em
Cause those days came and went as fast as Cain and them
The south takes offense to what I say, ask the fans
The way they dumb it down, New York don’t have a chance
Brainwash half the land with crack and gats in hands
That’s the man with (The Masterplan)

Yeah I know, just eliminate any man trying to say some real shit
People ain’t as dumb as you think, they may just feel it
They may just feel sick of whips, cheddar, and watches
They may hear us and rush Tower Records to cop it
They may just spend whatever bread’s left in their pockets
Seeing Diabolic rock shit and question the logic
I’m expressing my knowledge and blessing the topic
So you conscious of (The Masterplan)

Walk with me now, it goes beyond the music
It’s the scripture of the devil
They even gave black people AIDS and more liquor in the ghetto
Next thing you know there’s people getting sick at every level
While tycoons are getting rich off the chips that they embezzle
I’m a rebel with a cause, applause ain’t necessary
It’s all secondary to the soldiers in the cemetery
Fuck Bush, but it would’ve been the same electing Kerry
Truth getting buried (The Masterplan)

Wake the fuck up, Bin Laden was a scapegoat to send our boys to battle
Now they avoiding shrapnel for a bunch of oil barrels
We nothing more than cattle for the slaughter
Got a daughter, can’t afford to see her fall in this new world order
They want my supporters drunk as fuck up on the corner
Just killed another author, William Cooper is a goner
All the bullshit they taught ya, hits as hard as Joey Porter
But it’s all (The Masterplan)

Don’t let em fool you
The lights are on, no ones home
Must be in their chromosomes
Every politician lies, I hear it in their vocal tones
Let’s get every soldier known and set it like a broken bone
They won’t see how serious we are ’til they get overthrown
It was written in the Declaration of our Independence
To instil new government but now it’s been neglected
By the acts of patriots and we the ones who been affected
By sick a collective ? (The Masterplan)

We the people refused to pledge allegiance
To the demons preaching we been seeing
Screaming on the evil heathens waking up the people sleeping
I won’t feel we even-steven ’til all y’all just ceased to breathing
Seeing seems to be believing and they see what we releasing
I don’t even need a reason, word to god, the holy ghost
It’s information overdosed, if you don’t see you’re comatose
The revolution’s ’bout to start, with shotguns in my overcoat
To expose (The Masterplan)

Akir let em know

[Akir:]

Yeah, my iris size of the enterprise
And rise up in the life of the survivors
In the land of 85ers
I’m the reflection of old timers
With the focus features of my father
So I wonder how the system steady robs us
And leaves a culture to be so impoverished
Head bobbing to the timing of the snare popping
From the steal hard as stone
Reagonomics starved for artistic options
And now adopted as a format to endorse their wack products

And conduct sharecropping while supporting things to keep us locked in
Correctional facilities, but they ain’t killing me
I’m coming will the illest scheme
Smooth brown brother like Billy Dee
Nigga is you feeling me?
I’m getting focused, first as diagnose it
What the system holds close most is money movements
Is so explosive, you have to notice corporate owners hold money
Your business loan is that feed political campaigns

I hide behind the more focused
Take for example
The ones that stamped over whatever <–(?) capitol
And brag and boast the most by marble mantles, lighting up expensive candles
Toast to each other as they compete for the largest growth
Corporate tax break so that they can keep the most
Finding comfort in their rich man crew
Trust these are just selected few that the plan let’s move through
Bust (The Masterplan)

What a tactic, it’s hard for us to ever trace fantastic
Penthouses with glass floors, expensive taste
Double the ceilings for you to chase
It’s hard to erase how they respect money and power
And since the cowards take what’s ours, flip it into money showers
Let’s combine talent and specialize with the prowess
I’ma rap, you make beats, and Jay will hit the streets
South of Engineer the sound

Crispy and loud
I’ma run around town ripping stages
Until promoters pay us, and DJs will start to play us
Recoup and then invest, make money for the people
That don’t want to be slaves, let em rest
Know the name
Legitimize the money we made in different ways
Play the game, pay taxes
Spend money with the comrades in action
Write off expenses, make it a practice
Cause this is (The Masterplan)

Yeah

(The Masterplan)

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03. THE TRUTH (Part 1)

[Verse 1:]

What do you do when the devil looks right in your eyes
And you find out your entire life is a lie
Inside capital hill those cowards were laughing
The towers were crashin', they allowed it to happen
Devour the fragments in the media's sight
Was some of the sickest shit I've ever seen in my life
Orchestrated by masons all related
The royal seal and oil fields corporate hatred
But how can I be concerned with world war
Gotta worry about dying from sticking some girl raw
What you heard before ain't as big of a lesson
As George and Jeb Bush riggin' elections
Press-release world wide west to east
Followed by George juniors acceptance speech
I'm too stressed to sleep or believe I'm alive
'Cause death just creeps so I'll sleep when I die
I'm screamin out why, as I reach for the sky
I dance with the devil God don't even reply
Burn weed 'till I'm high with my chest wheezin'
Left breathin, shadow of death creepin'
My ex beefin', layin' threats to get even
Me dreamin' of Russian roulette left leakin'
But if I was left leakin' I'd be accepting judgement
So I made my choice I ain't accepting nothing

Chorus:

I don't believe your truth, I've been lied to
So if you're ready to fight, I'm right beside you
If you don't believe you don't see what I do
Just open your eyes, your truth's inside you
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

Yo, yo, I run in CBS with a baretta shootin'
This way I can televise the revolution
No resolution when cops load up a glock clip and shoot you
D-Aloe holding his wallet
Luckily violent, was raised with street smarts
Taught since birth to evade police narcs
Praying to God fightin' satan's beast mark
Hoping one day I can make the seas part
I cross the train tracks and hear an outcry
Like why is the ghetto always on the south side
Skeptics will understand the art of war
When they lock the streets and declare martial law
When a rain of microchips starts to pour
What the fuck you think the national guard is for
It's a bad dream when big brother maps genes
And injects technology in kids vaccines
It's next to nothing but my blood pressures rushing
And damn right I'll fight sleep 'cause deaths his cousin
Now maybe you'll believe me and listen a bit
When you're online and get a microchip in your wrist
We're living this shit, government's playing the role
They invented aids for population control
They've taken a hold and sold satan your soul
While people like me and you are breaking the mold

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

It's not just my home, it's real in every place
Like anthrax scent from a military base
Now you'll emulate snakes and imitate disciples
Watching the catholic church manipulate the bible
I've never stood a chance of enjoying the scripture
Freemasons freebasin poison the mixture
My point is true but the boys in blue
Got me lookin' over my shoulder trying to enjoy the view
Got two words for Bloomberg and Guliani
Fuck you, George Bush and the illuminati
I wanna go in the oval office pop a few
And act out the cover of Revolutionary Volume 2
They watching you it's the national pastime
Believe me I'll be red flagged for that last line
Po-9 will lock down the hood forever
They a bigger gang then bloods and crips put together
Marines still dying in Iraq seems ill
Bush already contracted lobbyist to rebuild
They'll fund this campaign hear the fallace burning
Trying to build a pipeline owned by Halliburton
But God's watching us to keep the evidence clear
While Lucifer whispers orders in the president's ear
Heaven is near but hell is even closer
I live it every day watching demons approach us

[Chorus]

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04. PERSPECTIVE

[Verse 1:]

Yo, I set Northern Lights on fire
Get higher off of each bowl
Plot deceitful, we wolves dressed in sheep’s wool
We the people are not accepting our demise
We concealing our identities, a blessing in disguise
Directly in my eyes, that’s where the fire scorches
Seeking higher forces, inside of iron horses
Alive is corpses, with the heroes left to die
Like it’s a standoff at high noon under desert skies
LI to Bedford-Stuy up town where Tech resides
As God as my witness, I gotta em scared to testify
If you real you recognize our lives are jeopardized
So we drink away pain and maintain by getting high
C’mon step inside, play the track, let it ride
See why I burn bridges, turn vicious, sever ties
Cause everytime somebody put Bolic under pressure
Life flash before my eyes and burn an image on my retina

[Chorus:]

([samples] – Diabolic. I’m ain’t the type dude you go to war with. I gotta chip on my shoulder. Bring it on. Knock ya head, break the fuck up off ya.) – 2X

[Verse 2:]

Yo, yo, I think it’s easy to tell the life I’m leading is hell
I can see the future, it’s my past repeating itself
He catching several cases and just sleeping in cells
Like Al-Qaeda plotting to send you plastique in the mail
I know Jesus can feel that I miss my silent nights
Since they been replaced by siren lights and fire fights
I duel on iron mics and excel when it’s crunch time
Double fisted, alcoholism in my blood line
Sometimes they say I’m crazy and they sort of right
I want to go door to door tonight and murdering ’till morning light
Cause I was born poor and I ain’t the corporate type
So maybe when I got shit, I’ll think there’s more to life
‘Till it happens, yeah right, I’ll fight and I’ll paper chase
Off the books, dodging the federal government’s database
At a later date, my paper mate, may just change my fate
Paid to write about the times when I made mistakes, now

[Chorus] – 2X

[Verse 3:]

Yo, yo, Lord knows Bolic couldn’t fathom what was foretold
At the crossroads, God talking back in morse code
Lost soul as confused as Donnie Darko
Wishing I was ignorant to these illuminati barcodes
The shit I know could make the human body’s heart blow
Presidential plots supplying Giuliani’s cargo
Car loads of soldiers in illegal wars
With a system designed to keep the poor people poor
To keep the poor asking why the fuck they breathing for
Mad, like let’s burn the flag that we pledge allegiance toward
Tired of these streets, sick of this convenience store
Fuck I do nuttin’ new, everything I’ve seen before
Old E, pounds of weed, G’s of raw
Now I see, keys are pure, stashed in Buick Regal doors
Creating a monster in the street’s deepest core
So it’s time all y’all realize that we at war, c’mon

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05. MORNING LIGHT

Diabolic, Mentat, Foul Play

[Verse 1:]

It's a game of cat and mouse, where Tom murders Jerry
And Bush urges Kerry to rape virgin Mary until he burst her cherry
So I'm urging every person in the dirt and buried
To resurrect, get a tec, and follow us mercenaries
Paid in full, eighth of haze, take a poll
With an army of raging bulls and wolves draped in wool
Got metaphors coming off the head like devils horns
Acting foul, won't crack a smile unless it's yours
Back against the wall, close calls, applying pressure
Iron texture, feed fiction to a lie detector
And I bet ya I rob anyone near or next to me
Here essentially to take ya profit like the spirit destiny
I'll appear as a guest for free, really I can't wait
To see the look on your damn face when I'm stealing your fan base
I'm sick enough to hand Jake a trail of bread crumbs
Leading to a murder scene with Red Run chugging red rum
I set the tone, like a metragnome left alone
On top of the world with the third rocks and stepping stone
Inside the Terradome DNA tests have shown
I'm the truth, the rest are genetic clones of my flesh and bones
That's why fans react to the livest rappers
By jumping from the highest raftors in the crowd flying past us
The final chapters, it was written, read the text
Or get beat to death and sent to hell where demons slept

Chorus:

Everyday I wake up at the dawn of mornin light
Same shit, different toilet, I got a water fight
Someone ask me why I'm pissed off in every song I write
Cause Diabolic's been dealing with this shit all his life
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

I'm a silent weapon for a quiet war in the streets I've endured
Where young bucks will stab you like it's the Vibe Awards
Carnisoar throw a comet towards the earth's rotten core
And open a hole in hell's gate when satan locks the door
Moment of truth, pop the 4 like Tupac Shakur
Chop his horns and mop the floor with his spinal cord
My soul is righteous, but I'm Viper's token white kid
Who grab a cop and choke him lifeless with a broken night stick
I'll have a soulless cobra's dome closed in vice grips
While fans build statues of me in Jehovah's likeness
But I'm on cloud nine, where friends are fairweather
See trouble and their knees buckle beneath the air pressure
Where hip hop was raw, now it's I'm from wherever
Got some Jacob jewels, manicures, and a hair dresser
The single reason demon's creeping our shows
Is cause my plan's complete when a brand the beast with a barcode
Satan wants our souls, his offer's dirt cheap
But I ain't selling shit like Jin's album in the first week
So make some noise for church priests raping boys
Then make the choice to slit his throat when he raise his voice
Send me to hell, fuck it, cause when I kick the bucket
I'll find who birthed the anti-christ then kick her in the stomach
So when motherfuckers shout at me and run their mouth
Add 'em to the list of shit I don't give a fuck about

[Chorus] - 2X

All my motherfucking life man
I've been at war
I've been a soldier on the front lines
Foul Play bitch
Wake the fuck up or get woke the fuck up
Diabolic
Mentet
Beat Asylum
Motherfucker

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06. YA'LL DON'T KNOW (ft. Block McCloud & Poison Pen)

[Intro]

"We got plenty of money tucked away. Why not invest it? What is the fucking problem? I’ll put the party behind you, and I got friends in high places"
"I’m not interested in your friends in high places and I don’t trust politicians"
"Well that’s because you still probably think like some schmuck from the streets. I am talking about real money."
"This is real money to me. It’s a lot of money. You want any of it?"
"Carry that stink of the streets with you the rest of your life."
"I like the stink of the streets. It makes me feel good. I like to smell it, it opens up my lungs, and it gives me a hard on."

Diabolic
Block McCloud
Brooklyn Academy
Got a stronghold on the game
Poison Pen, what up?
C’mon

[Verse 1:]

I never gave a fuck whether or not I released a record
My first priority is what weapon I’d leave you beat to death with
So if I don’t seem collected, it’s cause I need your necklace
I’d sell it cheap and get chips so I can eat some breakfast
Hungry, creeping, reckless when you least expect it
It’s part of life, deep embedded, the streets accept it
It’s the part of me connected to the part police arrested
Hands cuffed, getting snuffed by three detectives
I was pre-selected at birth to be the next shit
Take what I’ve earned being skeptic and reinvest it
The Block pays the price, his watch, days and nights
So I’ma raise hell ’til God prays the Christ
You’re not made to like, learn and paps raised you right
When you’re stopped raise your right, spit in the cops face and fight
But paps raised the type swingin’ an ox blade to slice
‘Til your motha screaming ‘Doc save his life!’
Got love and anger, we not thug or gangsta
But that don’t mean I won’t pop slugs and shank ya
I earned a rep, paid dues, and deserve respect
Fuck life, life’s a bitch, so I flirt with death
Burn incense in the right lane swerving left
Over the edge thinking it’s not worth the stress
What am I supposed to do, is what we going through
Went from hand skills to stand still and nice knowing you

[Chorus - Block McCloud & Poison Pen]

Y’all don’t know what I’ve gone thru (Not at all)
And you don’t really want to (Diabolic pop it off)
Cause if I put it on you (Yeeah)
That’s my word y’all be gone too (Yeeah, Yeeah)
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

I had a hell of a time growing up excelling in crime
Going to Folton coppin’ nicks to sell ‘em as dimes
Days were spent helping the grind and staying bent
Paper came and went, life stopped making sense
My friends I watched them change, they’re not the same
Cops just came, they tried snitching, dropping names
Their Glocks are aimed to rob your watch and chain
Word’s on the street so listen, the Block explains
Detained by some cops in the back of a drop
G packs in my sock on the way back from the spot
Bailed out the jail house, not giving a fuck
But I don’t need some P.O. makin’ me piss in a cup
By first impression, you’d think I’d learned my lesson
Only lesson I learned was stashing the work I’m getting
Redefined world is yours, the streets is mine
So I’ma be deceased in time to reach my prime
Keep in mind, my life’s mad at me and stressed
Killing me slowly, the only guarantee is death
The games I play got me thinking the same today
‘Bout to aim and spray while drinking the pain away
In love with pressure, under too much to measure
Running pockets for two pennies to rub together
It’s in my blood forever, a permanent part of me
What I’ve been through continues, maybe you’ll start to see

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07. ASSHOLE & A CREEP (ft. Grimlock)

[Shitting] "Thank god"

This is what you get when you get two of the fattest pieces of shit to walk this planet (right)
Yo Bolic, (uh-huh), You’re a piece of shit (damn right), I’m a piece of shit (yeah), So it’s only right we drop some shit (ha ha), You know, diarrhea style on the game.
Tell ‘em something
Let’s go

[Verse 1 - Grimlock:]

So who ever wanted to bring it but know I’m dumbing it with it
You’re ain’t about shit, hold your mouth put a sock in and zip it
‘Cause this year got bitches wanting a dilly to ride to
As I give them the eye, then come hit it and slide
Without giving a bye, lock is the code, it’s bad to the bone like osteoporosis
You ain’t got balls to bring it to Grim, ’cause I’ve got jewels
Plus some crack in the flesh like wrinkly skin
I’m sippin’ the gin, drink ’till I throw up
Don’t like switchin’ the flow up, stop the bitchin’ and roll up
You’re not with it then so what, it’s for me, I’ll do this
I’ll give less than two shits what you and your crew thinks
Tryin’ to stain my name, I’ma be here forever
I run it cause I’m signing cats while I’m reigning the game
I ain’t changed, I’m the same from the last appearance
Tryin’ to make the profit like Nostradamus perish

Chorus:

So throw it a beat, then I’ma prove the way we flowing this heat
But what do ya know, it’s the asshole & a creep
Grimlock, Diabolic, staying well connected
From US to UK we staying well respected
[2X]

[Verse 2 - Diabolic]

Yo, I’ve been a heartless heathen since pap’s discarded semen
Mom felt me kick, her belly split, started leaking
I started breathing, parted seas, and marked the beast
And inspired skies to fall, sold the stars to demons
The reason these cops be switchin’ apparel
Locked in the street, cockin’ the heat, like they dicks in a barrel
It’s holocaust when I set the drama off
Tossing tomahawks with a force of a bomb Osama launched
Lock your doors, I’ll release the Kraken
And turn feast to famine, leaving murder scenes police examine
Squeeze a cannon and bust just to prove it
I’ll lose my cool, but I was never cool enough to lose it
Undisputed, your spine will get crushed
Ain’t no big deal like Guerilla Black signing with Puff
Eyeing your slut, tryin’ to a nut half the night
Sticking more virgins than terrorist in the afterlife

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

[Grimlock]

All I need is cash and a gat, with tight cash off a gallon of Jack
I’m sick of these cats claiming what’s in back of they act
You carrying gats, please, taking your laptop on holidays
The only way that you’d be packing a mac
I’m the shit, you cats are just a fart and a limp
With stones inside your scrotum you couldn’t come harder than this
So tell a friend, tell a foe, that I’m ready to blow
‘Cause like that, that’s what time packs, I’m heavy with flows

[Diabolic]

Yo I’m ready to go
I won’t let your propaganda stop me from dropping grammar
‘Till coppers lock the slammer
I’m the kid like, I’d rather fist fight than cock the hammer
I react like Dr. Banner zoning off on lots of gamma
You wouldn’t like me when I’m getting a little angry
So get off my dick, you’re all just talking shit like Mr. Hankey
Grimlock and Diabolic expose you to violence
Screaming on you when they ask for a moment of silence

[Chorus]

Haha, fucking bloody winker
I’ll have you wife up the duff
Stick her in the gary glitter
You heard
Hahaha
Fuck out of here
Foul Play bitch
Grimlock, Colony, all that

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08. 99 POUNDS

Yo once upon a time, not long ago
I was driving around with a hundred pounds of dro (word)
Next thing I know, 5-O's behind me
I look at my dash I'm doing close to 90
Problems like this ain't supposed to find me (na)
So I thought about it, pulled over finally
Like, he might search the trunk, don't remind me
Luckily he flashed the lights and drove it by me
So I proceed to turn right at the first light (yeah)
Now I'm heading east on Jericle Turn Pike (yeah)
Been doing this for years man, I had to earn stripes
Transported 40 P's on my worst night
Word like, Bolic been making paper lately
And that's just making sure all these haters hate me
But enough small talk, let's get back to the story
I met this kid Jay, with a package of 40
He said 'I know my numbers 29 now, but I want 28'
I said let me find out
Bolic knows he did good business with you
But that don't mean I won't swing this fist and hit you
He agrees so I'm off to my next stop
20 in a dufflebag about to get dropped (yeah)
Left that spot and got 39 left
Cops behind me again, shit, I'm holding my breath
Pigs behind me, 39 in the trunk
Well at least I ain't got 30 9's in the trunk
Vacuum sealed just some kong and some skunk
I should be fine 'cause Po-9 is some punks
I can't front, I can move an ounce of rock
I just feel safer with a hundred pounds of pot (yeah)
The only set back I drive around a lot
But I ain't down to stop 'til every town is locked (right)
Enough about being still in suffer county
Half-wits expecting knees to put the cuffs around me
Got lucky again, Jake made the next left
Next step, meet this cat I ain't met yet
Had to head west, now I'm passing his house
So I parked, dropped off the dufflebag, and I'm out (peace)
Northern Long Island, heading back to the south
Like damn, what the fuck's this traffic about
Time to proceed with 19 P's left
This faggot named Mike who's I gotta meet next
His money's on point but he got a weak rep
Another punk who ain't happy with the number he gets
Got to his crip with the last 19
Said I'll be back tomorrow to collect my cream
Next thing I know cops have me stopped quick
Like, can I search the trunk
Yeah, I ain't got shit
Hit me

Haha, Yo, If you having money problems, I feel bad for you son
Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1
Hit me
Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1
If you having money problems, I feel bad for you son
Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1
Hit me

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09. S.A.R.S. (HOLD YA TONGUE)

[clip from Family Guy]:

"Oh my God, it all makes sense now. My baby is some kind of diabolical genius bent on world domination"
"Bravo Lois, the last horse finally crosses the finish line"

[Verse 1:]

Yo, yo, I’m the crossbred genetically engineered version of
Charles Manson’s DNA and Tupac’s murderer
I’ve been real, so if I feel you fake then you’re dead
There’ll be hell to pay, like you owe Satan some bread
I’ll be spraying some lead, airing you out on some foul shit
I’ll rock your jaw, like I’m wearing your mouth as an outfit
I’ve been bout it bout it since I was breast fed
Sick as Eazy-E teaching sex ed on his deathbed
Mad at the world so I live by the gun
Like Smith and Wesson with my neighbours on the strip I was from
I open doors, to incite riots and go to war
Still broke and poor, with million dollar vocal chords
I’ll rape your speakers, rob you and take your sneakers
While I razor slit a label leader’s facial features
Then take a breather, sit back while chips stack
Drink a six pack as I think about why I did that

Chorus:
[samples - Don't compare, me to you. Motharfucka move. You ain't their's, you ain't their's] – 2X

[Verse 2:]

Yo, yo, I do what every artist does, it’s my heart and blood
But I feel like I’d have to die before I start a buzz
So I don’t show love, I just hate and smoke bud
Sticking to my guns like fingerprints with no gloves
We can throw slugs, and I can catch your body
Or fight in the club, I’m Tyler Durden at the after party
I’m criminal surrounded by five cop cars
On the streets of Toronto, screaming ‘I’ve got SARS!’
This block’s ours, but cops crucify the streets
So I love police brutality, when I brutalize police
Do or die, is what I do for my beliefs
‘Til I’m in a pine box wearing a suit and tie to sleep
Polluted by deceit and all these snakes scheming
So I see my worst nightmares while I’m daydreaming
My career’s fucked the way my manager left it
So I’ma put him on blast, his name’s Travis McFestridge

Chorus:
[samples - Don't compare, me to you. Motharfucka move. You ain't their's, you ain't their's] – 2X
[I had enough of you man, I'm about to fuck up your plan] – 2X

[Verse 3:]

Yo, I’m the soldier hating this pop culture
‘Til I got chips like the teeth on my Nas poster
Cock toasters, cops watch from a block over
Glock holstered while I sell war to stock brokers
I’m not sober, I stay drunk watching dimes
And fill ‘em with more shots than Big and Tupac combined
Drinkin’ Moonshine, running off at the mouth
Like I’m the guy fathers warn they daughters about
A scumbag who just let the shotties spark
‘Til I’m surrounded by cops like Em with his bodyguards
Pigs say I’m a lowlife, and I think I like it
‘Cause I belong in a pen, like the ink I write with
I’m Doc Kevorkian when cops escort me in
Leaving fire on the street like Michael J. Fox DeLorean (yeah)
So fuck rap, I can see past it
I’ll cop a hundred packets, supply Ja Rule’s E habit

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10. YOU DON'T KNOW (FREESTYLE)

Yo, yo, yo, yo (You don’t know)
Diabolic (What you’re doing)
Uh-huh, Foul Play

I’ve been dodging the law and the long arm of it
Coppin’ the raw, holding weight like a strong argument
I settle scores by knocking on Heaven’s door
Since I contemplated sky-diving off the seventh floor
I stay true, that’s word to our blessed Lord
‘Cause this sign is something I would accept death before
Blessed metaphors since Em had Grim to go jogging
But the nicer you are, the more they leave you no option
So I murder breaks and loops on stage for proof
Then I raise the roof like convertible racing coupes
I love to battle, but it’s dead I hate the truth
What happened to cats like Supernat, Face, and Juice?
Rap ain’t half as hot, the classics stopped
Matter of fact, I ain’t heard a classic since Illmatic dropped
Everything’s blasting shots, cash and rocks
Ass and twat, everyone hustles, no one spends cash to cop

So yo, I can admit it, I used to move haze for cheap
But now I just blaze, like a made this beat
I play for keeps, folks getting hand to hand money
Keeping the heat close like I’m Stan Van Gundy
Fans can’t love me, I am the most hated
Like Bolic’s nice as fuck, but fuck him, he won’t make it
I’m at shows wasted, and taking more shots
Than them four cops who popped Diallo on that Bronx block
Trigger-pulling cop popping his weapon
Could go from on top to Comstock in split seconds
I’ve been reppin’, chin checking your jaw fast
‘Til you look like Kanye West after the car crash
That’s the forecast, so I guess I see why
These haters are tight like camel tails Levis
I spit this heat live, won’t stop ’till the beat’s done
Or at least ’til I disturb the peace and police come
MC’s front like Bolic’s shit ain’t poppin’ son
But it’s been a fact since the hidden track on Vol. 1

Diabolic got these faggots peeing a puddle
When I’m on they front porch with gasoline and a shovel
Fiending for trouble, ’cause I’ll be dead by age 30
In an early grave, nah, I’ll put you in a grave early
I stay dirty, stressed bottled up like Avion
So I’m stomping cats out, picturing my baby moms
What’s this lady want, in a pink and black sandals
Driving me to drink, so I’m driving drinking Jack Daniels
I’m the guy, ride or die, driver side leaning
High beaming people while they driving by screaming
I reply to demons, hearing voices in my head
They tell me shit like feed some rat poison to a fed
Most cats would be scared, but I’m enjoying them instead
When someone’s suicide ’bout to jump, I join ‘em on the ledge
I’m close to the edge, stubborn and missing screws
My imaginary friend’s the only one I listen to
I see the bitch in you, and I sense the hoe’s anger
So I’ma go shank ya and pull out with a coat hanger
It ain’t hard to tell these fellas sense I’m real
When I laugh at major labels and develop mental deals
I feel forced to kill, when I ain’t getting this wealth
They force my had, like my brother saying stop hitting yourself
Got y’all shitting yourselves, scared to face us
Y’all some inflatable sex dolls, a bunch of fake fucks
So fall back off my ballsack, ’cause y’all wack
You ain’t about shit, all you ever do is talk crap
I four track my mixtape, now all I need to get papes
Nine bullet wounds, steroids, and to lift weights
So everytime you think you know me or who I roll with
Just keep in mind we foul play and you don’t know shit

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11. CLUB HATER (ft. Smoothe Da Hustler)

"I am an officer of the law, and uh by all rights I could uh.."
"Fuck off"
"You should watch your mouth little girl"
"AHHHHH"

Chorus:

We like to welcome you all to club hater
Where hustlers, bitches, and thugs they all hate ya
When players floss, they false and toss paper
Where your people are fake, and they might snake ya

We like to welcome you all to club hater
But we ain’t sweating it, our moves are major
Let’s get this party poppin’, let’s get them titties shaking
Make sure the shit we sayin’ keep the city hatin’

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

Yeah, yeah, club hater, where thugs hate ya if you touch paper
Where y’all are bound to get stuck like we duct taped ya
Where cats who tuck razors are much safer
While I recline and find a dime to fuck later
Models clock watching the bottles you got poppin’
You not knockin’ to hustle bitch so stop plottin’
Start knob slobbing and get me off like John Cochran
‘Til some hater gets his jaw rawked for cock blockin’
It’s not stoppin’, sip 80 proof Grey Goose
‘Till I fall out like a baby tooth came loose
It may be true, we’ll take loops from crooks who kill ya
Real recognize real and you don’t look familiar
Takin’ shots of liquor, some vodka mixture
Late night, when snakes bite, and plot to hit ya
You got the picture, in the cut smoking a L
Ladies free all night, doors open at 12

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Smoothe Da Hustler:]

You’re the shit if you’re there, dipped in the ware, it’s tension here
Sniff the air, smell a stench in the gear
Bitch in your ear, her fist in your rear
Adjusting your vision to witness a slip in your gear and disappear
We bury men, hitting more licks than lesbians
Sleep, we give you more nightmares than Freddy
The shiest talkers, life talkers who strike offers
After the club, we home, run hoes, we night hawkers
We ice flossers, and dice tossers, we like corners
We club hop with drug blocks they ride for us
What you buggin’ for coming in the door, front and huggin’ the wall
Beefin’, why you think I carry the oven for?
Reaching to half bake one of y’all, some of y’all want it raw
You carry the battle, I’m tuggin’ the war
Come aboard, I’m comfy, try not bugging me
Guy’s died ugly for eye fucking me, he was cockeye ?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

[Smoothe Da Hustler]

Look there ain’t no dress code, expect hoes to be dressed in less clothes
Hate growing like escrow
Heck no, you can’t get my John Hancock
I’m in the john, hand on my cock in a fan’s twat
Hustler’s creep, scheming on something to eat
‘Cause a customer leave with some hustler up the street
The flame from the snub laid him dead under the sheets
So the name of the club changes every couple of weeks

[Diabolic]

Trouble and beef, will scuffle ’til my knuckles are beat
I won’t stop ’til I knock out a bunch of your teeth
Surrounded by cut-throats, drowned in the Dutch smoke
Burning haze ’til every clown in the club choke
The top recruit, in hot pursuit if you’ve got the loot
With some prostitute in the bathroom knockin’ boots
Ready for war, cock and shoot, the same soldiers
Diabolic and Smoothe Da Hustler, the game’s over

[Chorus]

"Because I don’t like nothing in the first place, and I don’t like you"

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12. ROLE MODEL (FREESTYLE)

uh hu, Diabolic
DJ Scully (ha ha)
We 'bout to bring it back (man, thats right)
Ain't no fuckin' role models
Uh hu, c'mon lets go

I paper chase, but my razor raise the stakes
I made mistakes, but at least I ain't make racist tapes (no)
Face to face y'all can't fuck with me
So you do shit behind my back, like cops handcuffing me
Now how's it feel waking up fake as fuck
'Cause I'm real, so I know you don't feel the same as us
I'll gain your trust, his fam, and crush your plans
And take advantage like I'm shoplifting the upper hand (give me that)
Puffing grams of haze while I rant and rave
Tap dancing on land mines, juggling hand grenades
I wanna pop pigs and split a cops wig
Drop hits and pop crys', like I shot Big (blah)
And back slap the hardest rock in the parking lot
And beat him to death
Like we'd race to see whose heart would stop (uh huh)
I'm blessed with talent displayed in the bars I drop
But don't give a fuck whether I become a star or not
Look how far I got without compromise
Thinking homicide, looking at my baby mommas eyes (bitch)
While snitches squeal I'm real personified
Living amongst thieves wondering when the honor died (what happened)
With an angry mob who got you thankin' God (thank you)
But we were sidetracked when we found a bank to rob
I'll stab and shoot you
No blanks involved
And put a bullet in the same place the shank is lodged (haha)
He'll be choking on blood
The only sound your repeats
The same bubbling in the background of the beat
I'm angry at hip hop
'Cause now its just weak
But Scully going to bring it back like he found the receipt (come here)
Carjack Tim Westwood, catch a court case
And fuck up his drop
Like slick Rick doing four tapes (damn)
I'll make your favorite rapper cancel tour dates
Like R. Kelly, getting sprayed with a can of pure mace (haha)
So if you in the studio, watch the booth (huh)
Before I cop a squat and drop a deuce on a labels top recruit
Obnoxious youth with cops in hot pursuit
Who you think I watched to learn how to cock and shoot
I'm a liar and a thief
So murder is instinctive (word)
Firing the heat
Like my burner got a pink slip <-- (?) (huh)
I've seen the coldest days, broke and paid
With Satan fucking up the angel on my shoulder blade
With a loaded gauge I won't just take your life
I'll father your kids, move in your house and date your wife (bitch)
So pray to Christ I don't chug a whole bottle
And convince the kids I'm the role model to go follow

Motherfucker
Diabolic
Foul Play motherfucker
DJ Scully
We going to bring it back

"You might want us to watch out for this guy"
"No, fuck that!"

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13. DRUGS IS DRUGS (ft. Immortal Technique & Remynd)

"You're new blood. You ever kill a man before?"
"No"
"You ever splatter a man's brains up against the wall?"
"No"
"You ever took a big shiny blade and just a ripped a man from his ass to his appetite?"
"Ahh No"
"Then cut his balls off and make him squeel like a pig and then stuff 'em in his mouth?" ("Hammer, Hammer, Hammer")


"Don't worry, the drugs will kick in mortal"

[police on radio] - "Yeah, yeah two units in front and three behind me. Seems to be on 40, ?????. He's on the 105 east down approachment 110 interchange. Just left over the number one lane. ???." "Yes sir"

Chorus:

Drugs is drugs, can't nobody tell me different
Only the man, 'cause he controls my shipment
Get guns, strap then go the distance
Get funds, clap with no resistance
[2X]

[Verse 1 - Remynd:]

Drugs is drugs, can't nobody tell me different
Only the doctor, 'cause he controls my sickness
Her mom bring the fresh cut out of the basement
Fuck with me I'll leave you duck taped, laying adjecent
Making you face it, it's over now, time to devour
I'm the reason why your family is bringing you flowers
I'm back now with baggies, digital scales
You can touch me but not see me like reading a brail
I gotta pre-sell <--(?), ship to niggas in jail
Seal a mil, you a ??? ??? ???
My product is nice, 300 dollars all the way up
No deals, hippies and gangstas really know what's up
We ?? it down, we smoke 'til my lungs blow up
We got quarters on lot <--(?), and if he don't show up
If you got chronic mothafucka, don't be shady
I'm throwing seeds on the ground like the pigeon lady, what

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Diabolic]

Yo, yo, I used to go to Folton for weed bags and nicks
And break sheets of LSD to five dollar acid hits
The media calls me a lowlife, laughing at Bolic
Coke and crack, when I chopped it for cash in my pocket
Got news reporters making sure my fuse is shorter
When china white gives me more than you could offer
The government taught ya that we scum drug dealers
A bunch of thug killas, but the truth is much realer
The truth is, we move bricks to give to you
And 10,000 packs of X topped from acidic juice
This shit is true, I move it all, drugs is drugs
Giving young bucks a hundred packs to flood the clubs
Love is love, don't ask why we cockin' these gats
You push us in a corner and expect us not to react
I watch police watching me while they lock the streets
But that don't change the fact that my daughter gotta eat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Immortal Technique:]

Yeah, I'm tryna school these young hustlers, stuck in the game
Shooting niggas over shipments that are loose change
So while you playing in snow like it's Christmas nigga
Just remember that prison is a business nigga
From the off-shore drill and platform process
The C.I.A., heroin inside Vietnam Vets
The government bring us the product that we distribute
And we become the negative image that they attribute
We need to unite soldiers and polly the hood nigga
'Cause you don't see the D.E.A. in Hollywood nigga
While the hip-hop 5/0 stuck to the penis
Tryna interrupt gang unification between us
The devils do us dirty when they not ignoring us
From Malcolm X to that muthafucka from The Warriors
The righteous among us, to the ghetto politician
Just remember that we never own the pot that we piss in, mothafucka

[Chorus]

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14. NO NO NO (FREESTYLE)

[George Carlin] – "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you and fuck you…."

Okay
Don’t think they ready for this one (nope)
Here we go (No, No, No)

If things were my way I’d give Diallo that cop’s gun
And put him back to the exact spot they shot from
Reverse the roles, them same cops could catch them hot ones
Screaming at the top of they lungs (No, No, No)

Everytime I heard a squad car’s tire screech
I’d be in the driver seat ready to drive by police
Convince the fire chief the fire heat
‘Til every liar, thief, detective’s cryin’ please (No, No, No)

I might get signed dawg, but I ain’t chancing that
When I could brandish gats, take your advance and stack
See Bolic don’t think you enough of a man to scrap
So you asked yourself and answered back (No, No, No)

Cats be asking if Interscope signed me
Think about it, if they did, is there where I’d be?
But still I got producers like ‘I want five G’s’
When he ran it by me, I said (No, No, No)

I’d rather two track than pay cats to produce that
Believe me, I ain’t wasting the cash that I do stack
I love my money like I love slapping a new jack
Having to move back, saying (No, No, No)

Haha, the game ain’t ready for this one
I’ll show you how to take someone else’s track and do it right
It’s for my people, it’s for my people, it’s for my people
Well fuck that, this for me too

Every mothafucka who rapped, got iron and used it
But killers don’t talk, you either lying or stupid
Y’all claim to bust gats and take lives in your music
But when it’s time to go do it, you like (No, No, No)

It’s not hype, I really am the type who might flip
Icepick your life, at night slit your wife’s wrist
I hit the light switch and realized you tight bitch
When I heard you screaming like this (No, No, No)

Uh-oh, it’s Diabolic and he’s at it again
Only difference this time, he’s two tracking with Pen
His groupie caught feelings in the back of a Benz
When I tried stabbing her friend, she said (No, No, No)

I’m not the one you want to go face to face with
No, no, no, just ask the kid who made this
Quest told him to battle me on this Foul Play shit
Buy Jae’s bitch so his manager said (No, No, No)

Haha, I stay laughing man
These games of fucking rap, I already told you
It’s over with, I’m a fucking problem
We’ll see what’s gonna happen
It’s for my people, it’s for my people, it’s for my people
Well fuck that, this for me too

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15. YOU WON'T

"Fuck that, look at him, he’s nothing. The guy’s a piece of shit."
"You got a cigarette?"
"Jesus Christ, you killed, you fuckin-a killed him, he’s dead"

Haha, Diabolic, Asmatic, Cop Shop, Breath Easy Productions
We putting it down
Triple Optix, Falling Angels, Foul Play
We ain’t fucking around

[Verse 1:]

All I hear is cats runnin’ off at the mouth
When they don’t know what the fuck they talkin’ about
And Bolic show y’all, busting off a gat or two
‘Til I catch a few bullets and throw ‘em back at you
Don’t believe me, holla at me when you’re passing thru
1Huntington Station, 16th and New York Avenue
I’ll be there drunk, making fun of their songs
And ran for ‘em like H.I.V. airborn
I stand strong giving y’all faggots the truth
Clowning cats over what Asmatic produced
See Bolic never hesitate to say that you’re wack
Give my opinion, but now I’m a hater for that
In my mind all I’m doing is stating the facts
That I don’t believe shit that you say in your raps
But I can’t lie dawg, I’m still playing your tracks
So I can get a good laugh at the way that you act

Chorus:

You won’t, do the shit you say in you’re songs
Ain’t nobody here playing along
You won’t, do shit about me saying it
I’m Diabolic, who the fuck you think you playing with
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

Okay, yo, I smoke a pack a day, plus eight blunts
With the breath control of eight lungs attached to the same tongue
I ate crumbs, paid dues, and made moves
Then made your wife give me pussy and brain too
If you meet me, I ain’t no shameless actor
I’ll go from your favorite rapper to most hated after
I ain’t faking jacks to gain a fan base
I’m drinkin’ patron, spittin’ in a fan’s face
I can’t take all these cats ?? and watch <–(?)
‘Til I make them buy my album then buy me a shot
I’ve got my hands full of cards you can’t pull
So I pop shit, like Ja Rule’s stool sample
I laugh at hype, ’cause when I grab the mic
I got these pussies on my dick like hermaphrodites
You faggots write lies when you go in the booth
Well I’m right here drunk still knowing the truth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

I don’t know what’s worse, Eminem sayin’ some thug raps
Or having to deal with Mace makin’ a comeback
Everybody touch gats, and have to say they pull it
Couldn’t bust a shot, ejaculating bullets
Now the game’s alligator shirts and trucker hats
And I’m on the sideline, like what the fuck is that
You’ll get stuck for stacks, yeah I’ll run your pockets
Now go tell all your friends you got sunk by Bolic
Gotta gun then pop it, if not stop lying
I never believe you’d actually pop iron
I don’t give a fuck like a prostitute
If you claim to cock and shoot with cops in hot pursuit
I’m the top recruit, taking over the game
You don’t know shit about me, all you know is my name
Diabolic, mothafuckers know I’ve been raw
When I begin tour do a cop shop in store

[Chorus]

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16. YOU DON'T OWN ME

[Verse 1:]

Yo, yo, showtime, cosign, get in, it’s so real
Next episode, here’s an Interscope deal
A&R’s gas me and got my hopes up
Like come out to L.A. so we can leave your throat cut
But so what, Bolic don’t trust a soul
Talking sideways like do what you’re told
Punks like Tide 1 say you deserve to win
But hey, what do you know, you got jerked again
Rings in my ear, like you murdered Jin
Out doing Paul Rosenberg’s dirt for him
So as the world turns, I reverse the spin
Going off the deep end before I learn to swim
But Diabolic’s not like those other nine bitches
Know the showtime ain’t airing out my business
Producers eyed my daughter like I was slipping
And tried to record her without my permission
I was flippin’, they replied to the beef
Like we can do what we want, Bolic signed a release
But I ain’t doing shit except getting half tipsy
So fuck you, if you don’t like it then black list me, cause

Chorus:

(You don’t own me) Diabolic c’mon
(Don’t try to change me in anyway) Na
(You don’t own me) Foul Play c’mon
(Don’t try to change me in anyway) Na
(You don’t own me) Triple O c’mon
(Don’t try to change me in anyway) Na
(You don’t own me) Brooklyn Ac c’mon
(Don’t try to change me in anyway) Na

[Verse 2:]

My wifey’s like my music, she real independent
Can’t catch a break, and she feeling neglected
She like, I’m in love, when will the drama stop
‘Cause I always get drunk screaming like I’m her pops
She always cryin’, can’t deal with the stress
Like I can’t let you go, you’re as real as it gets
You treat me like shit and you’re too possessive
I love you for you, that’s the truth, accept it
Love me for me, me and you connected
But you always gotta wild out and do some next shit
Yeah you’re right, I make my problems yours
But I’m crazy, what the fuck would I solve them for
I make you wanna run away and lock your doors
Sayin’ I love you but right now I’m not so sure
So now every time Bolic starting a fight
She says I need you to be a major part of my life, but

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo, one day I was praying for divine intervention
Meeting Satan at a four way intersection
Down on my luck, so I just patrolled the block
Debating whether I should sell my soul or not
The devil approached, told me how I’ve been lied to
He said you’re a scorpio, your power’s behind you
Your daughter’s four now, and I know you’re broke
So have some patron and this dro to smoke
He offered the world, tryin’ to find my weakness
Telling me my deepest darkest secrets
He said sell your soul, I was high with a buzz
He handed me a contract and signed it in blood
I was trying to run and find some revelation
But everywhere I turned I saw the devil waiting
So if you see the devil waiting going your way
Approach him and tell him Bolic told you to say

[Chorus]

"What you say his name was? What the fuck. I ain’t kill nobody in a long time."

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17. GANGSTAS

Haha, Diabolic, Foul Play

New York got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Yeah they do, Catch 22, Stronghold
Here we go

London got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Around my way, Foul Play put ‘em in a shallow grave
‘Cause (Gangstas) flip pounds of haze
But y’all mothafuckas now a days ain’t (Gangstas)
You claim to be, give the people what they came to see
Real (Gangstas) just aim and squeeze
Slap you in the face and take your weed
But (Gangstas) ain’t faking jacks
Talkin’ ’bout sellin’ yay and crack
You (Gangstas) when you making tracks
I don’t believe what you say in raps
We (Gangstas) who kept it real
Still independent with a record deal
Them (Gangstas) we dress to kill
Fatigues all ready like it’s Desert Shield
Them (Gangstas) east and coast
Fuck the president we revolt
Some (Gangstas) would squeeze your throat
Laugh in your face as you bleed and choke
Those (Gangstas) scar your life
Stick it in your wife with the hardest pipe
We (Gangstas) at the bar tonight
Getting drunk enough to start a fight
Like (Gangstas) but we thinking right
Fund my shit, I’ma sling some white
With (Gangstas) we think alike
That’s why this bitch who’s singing likes them
(Gangstas) who control the game
Pitbulls let off they choking chain
Real (Gangstas) who flow insane
Foul Play mothafucka know the name

We (Gangstas)
Long Island got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Peckham got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Brooklyn got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Brixton got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Harlem got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Holston got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Queens they got those mothafucking (Gangstas)
Hackney got those mothafucking (Gangstas)

[(Gangstas) repeats until the end]

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18. DISSIN' THE INDUSTRY

"It’s like a G Dawg, on a fly tip, flossing with the pussy. Cuttin’ in the crib."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Man I don’t want to beat your ass, but I will beat your ass."

[Verse 1:]

Yeah, uh-huh, I’m XXL and won’t read the Source
I’d rather leave Zino in pieces like your Jesus cross
Plain and simple dawg, you’re weak and soft
Like Lance Un Rivera filing police reports
Since Kwest told me Rhymefest, where Jesus walks
Kanye believed I could make demons talk
Your opinion about me, better keep it short
If I wanted to know what you think, I’d read your thoughts
I’ll place you next to Angela’s debut
A biter who sound more like Jay than Jay do
I hate this rap shit, but manage to stay true
In a game where cash rules and biting’s okay too
Remy Martin’s a joke, yeah I just said it
Quotin’ Jigga so much, he should get writer’s credit
At the same time, Jake shines, and takes lines
If Frank White’s the only one you bite, I say fine
He’s biggin’ up his brother, but now he quotes like
Big’s dead anyways, might as well ghost write
And that’s the reason I got cats believing
Makes ya quit rap and go back to preaching
After leaving he’d been gone for years
But sounds the same like every Ja Rule song I hear
Eminem hailed Mary since Pac wrote it
Acting hard, pulling a gun that’s not loaded
So don’t bother to ask where the mic is at
‘Cause Ras Kass will get his licence back before you nice in rap
Lil’ Flip’s just marketing and strategy babble
Only freestyle champ who never actually battled
I know how your manager put you in the mixture
Had you hold a fake trophy, and took a few pictures
Then Jean got a deal, with no kids to feed
Ruff Ryders signed a bigger bitch than Eve
Learn Chinese, I’d rather listen to shells
While his album ain’t drop and he sits on the shelf
Living in hell, seekin’ fame and stardom
Nah, you from 91st street, claiming Harlem
Jae Millz stay real, but fake in the street
Scram must be pissed that he wasted his beat
If your jewelry was real I’d be snatching it off
Too bad you bought it out the back of the Source
But luckily I’m making a band, cheap skate
Like shut the fuck up and get Puffy’s cheesecake
Dylon go makin’ some bold statements
‘Til I punch his whole face in, and probation
Ness talking tough, playing his own role
When ?? Jess Fredrick had him in a chokehold
Babblist will choke slow from the stampede
So when he holla back, youngin’ can’t breathe
Puff’s plan B, Lost Maze, got Loon
The next artist Bad Boyz gonna drop soon
How you like it, I stick ya baby ma’s woom
Pop shrooms and disguise like costumes
I do respect Dead Prez, top to bottom
But killing some white people won’t solve the problem
Watching P.D. crack, y’all don’t need me to say
He sound like Louisville from O.G.C.
Andre 3000 your shit’s confusing
Only thing Caroline’s good for is distribution
Quick conclusion, hear what I’m saying
I hope you crash in a ditch yo, I’m not playing
Erika Bodu’s the Yoko Ono of this rap shit
Makes a good musician, turned into a faggot
Canibus was left battling for food stamps
Rap ain’t work, so he’s hiding out in boot camp
New plan, lose fans, smoke a few grams
Dis Slim and start a group with dude Stan
Young Buck and Lloyd Banks would have no sales
If they ain’t suck dick and ride 50′s coat tails
Mos Def don’t rep, like rappin’ for years
Two words, quit rap, stick to your acting career
I’m laughing at queers like J-Kwon so I strictly
Run his pockets while he in the club getting tipsy
Slap Nelly quickly, ’til his nose break
He’ll need a band aid big enough to cover his whole face
I don’t hate, this is what the industry wants
Diabolic’s attempt at a publicity stunt
But this is my opinion, so I’m speaking the truth
Naming names when you see me in the booth
And if I ain’t mention you chumps in what I drop
Either I like your music, or you suck and I forgot

Question, are we playing the same game
Y’all beat around the bush, Bolic name names
I just keep my own thing and try to maintain
‘Til I realized everything you say’s lame
Who am I, Diabolic, Foul Play bitch
Who am I, the only one who ain’t scared to say shit
Who am I, the only one who could get away with
Making fun of these clowns and the garbage they spit

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More to come in the future. Shouldn't Nighterwalker be listed under Rebel Armz? I got lyrics for Walking At Night.

[Enzo]

Wow good job with the lyrics, I don't have time to help check for errors right now but on first glance it seems you done really good thanks. And no Nightwalker is not officially Rebel Armz. Welcome to the forum by the way!

[Strength Thru Pain]

Thank you Enzo. I'm working on a few more Bolic songs that I'll have up soon.
Here's "Cursed"

[Verse 1]

I step in the place with an empty stomach, I’m starving
I run in someone’s apartment with a gun as a marksman
When the Suffolk department runs up with a warrant
Fuck the judge, I’m departing with the governor’s pardon
Getting drunk with my squadron of prehistoric beasts
If I even claw your cheek I’mma leave with all your teeth
Fuck your prerecorded speech, I believe that talk is cheap
When people caught your beef you just flee and call police
While my composure’s kept closer than my foes could get
Last time I broke a sweat your ho was soaking wet
You chose to pose a threat and hoped I overslept
Don’t hold your breath homie you’ll probably choke to death
You know the rep, now go check your method and see
The truth getting buried then resurrected as me
Diabolic, I’m the message setting you free
Like the Grand Dragon hanging by his neck from a tree

[Verse 2]

I hang with the illest, gangbang with the realest
I ain’t staying ? my aim is to kill us
I stay chasing them figures, I came banging them triggers
I’m in your cage to pillage, a bunch of angry gorillas
Check niggas, deaf niggas ? to listen saying they feel us
When I hang with the ? yeah they can hang from the ceiling
My name stay in the business, I maintain an appearance
I can’t change in the mirror, y’all can’t paint in the picture
I keep a shank in the ? my naysayers are finished
I lane change in a minute, my lane can’t be driven in
I break day for the digits, I traded ‘caine with dealers
I traded .38s for pay, traded greys with killers
I say stay with your vision, my slang made an incision
Some say I changed but the deal is I just changed where I’m living
So when I say it I did it, you fake it, I live it, you play it, I spit it
You stay and I visit the ? now let’s go

[Verse 3]

Doing niggas like vandalism, about to catch an aneurism from my hammer’s rhythm
Nigga damn who isn’t while I just copped a brand new prism
No money bitch but I grant you jism
Street smarts buck sparks if I see marks on the grams you give em
Real nigga bitch will glance you with him
Long story to short, I’m like fuck if I die poor in New York
When OG with OZs with 40 to snort
From things I lust, blinged up, a King Tut bang all the sluts
Blow ? pay off hookers and strangle ?
Niggas spaz .44 Mag to mangle his guts
Only going to jail chained up ankle and up
Face mask on like Hannibal Lecter
My part of Queens the animal sceptre
You can’t handle the pressure, keep standing there handling pecker
End up at task for the ? van ?

[Verse 4]

I run with a strong army of gunmen, a cross on me
So if death was coming may God warn me
I keep sess coming, I’m puffing like Bob Marley
I get your head busted bloody y’all laundry
My money’s all bloody I’ll put money all in front of y’all
Skull if y’all saw me get the ? running up off me
I work hard, I ain’t comfy under some palm tree
But I’m Hummer stunting jumping out of some car seat
Fuck the law please they ain’t plucking the gun up off me
The handle’s hot, I feel like I’m tucking a cup of coffee
Pack mad heater, feel like I’m running the sun across me
A black hand piece that I’m cupping is something frosty
I got bitches on my nuts, some are horny
Exhibit A, I can’t get your mother off me
I’m diabolic, I’m dying watching some ? busting off ?
Fire rockets the size of the projects bang bang

[Strength Thru Pain]

Here ya go, the Various Tracks Mixtape from 2007.

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01. STOMPING GROUNDS

Chorus:

I ain't in the club, can't afford no bubbly
I ain't got shit, so you don't want to fuck with me
Shit is poppin' now, time to lock it down
And see a soldier leave his footprints in your stomping grounds
[2X]

[Verse 1:]

Yo, Birth of dominance, on some divide and conquer shit
Got so bent I split Pangea into seven continents
Before the tour travels, went to war and stormed castles
Swingin' swords, in more battles than Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow
Explore Babbles Tower, so now I have the power
Causing scattered showers, raining fire every half an hour
The seventh sign to y'all Federlines, the best you'll find
I'll stand the test of time and outrun it, so I'm ahead of mine
At times I get to find the devil's kind at god's likeness
Part righteous, hatin', makin' joints tight as arthritis
Bar fighter, cordarizing eyes with car lighters
And I don't see you nearing me, so lyrically I'm far sighted
Born the dopest, more furocious than a swarm of locusts
Or some poor and hopeless peasants would see more explosives
Feeling caustraphobic, I exceed your normal dosage
Giving formal notic, Bolic never lost his focus

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Yo, I plot to masterlock this pop culture aftershock
Move the planet rock, and have more props on stage than Carrot Top
No glamour shots on your magna vox plasma screen
No ads or magazines, just more pull than tractor beams
Smack the battle scene, shatter dreams, took the title
Raided Club Hater with Smoothe, and I still push the vinyl
I think it's basic Ignoramus, I ain't big and famous
But I can take your greatest masterpiece and fingerpaint it
Drink some tainted liquor, give you my distinctive kaidence <--(?)
Then turn the tides, you'll burn alive like the english patient
My thoughts orbit Venus, you'll get torn to pieces
Buying <--(?) aborted fetus, Jesus have reborn a genius
So will I need an orthopidus just to cure diseases
Now all I need is a crowbar to get you off my penis
But I'm broke and my budget couldn't afford some reices
That's why respect in this game's paying for my features

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo, I swore allegience to this hip-hop while shadow boxing
And the Big Apple's rotten, so I only have one option
And that's to die sinnin', and then take your lives grinnin'
Slide in and ring your necks like Ramiese Tribe's women
It's nine innings, game over, Bolic dominates
Wide awake, violating while you hybernate
It's common place for me to shake the earth's tectonic plates
Open holes in the Empire State and swallow fakes
Annihilate my competition in their top position
Shoplifting a pot to piss in from their momma's kitchen
That's how I'm living, so if and when distaster strikes
My appetite for destruction feeds my in the afterlife
'Cause while satellites above my head can google earth
Somethin' tells me what the government can do is worse
That's why I'm doing dirt, making sure my records spin
I feel it in my flesh and skin, this is where the end begins

[Chorus]

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02. LIAR AND A THIEF

[Verse 1:]

Yo, I'm a liar and a thief with a fucked up outlook
Only truth I tell is what everyone knows about Bush
The rest of the time I lie, cheat and steal
I don't care about you, as long as I eat a meal
Why I keep it real, all the stacks I've earned
Was from stabbing people while they backs were turned
Smile in your face like I'm telling the truth
Can't believe you buy the bullshit I'm selling to you
I'm done with respect, put a gun to your chest
Ice grill <--(?), but laughing at you under my breath
I must've been the biggest scumbag on earth
Fourteen stealing money for weed out mom's purse
Came home, 3 A.M., playing the safe
She'd ask about it, I'd lie straight to her face
The truth hides inside the heart of a secret
I tell the same lie so much I start to believe it
Another lie to cover up the other lie
When I get my story twisted, feeling justified
I justify authority like so what if I put trust aside
And rob my friend who hustle pies
Like he don't need the paper as bad as me
He don't have a seed and just for that he'll bleed
I'd lie to my best friend for a bag of weed
I'd actually love to change, but hey that's just me

Chorus:

I'm a liar and a thief, why I keep it real
Ain't got shit so I lie, cheat and steal
Should I be concerned what my people feel
I don't care, as long as I eat a meal
[repeats thru chorus - "Lie, cheat, steal. All I do is lie, cheat, steal. That's just me I...."]
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

I swear to god I'll never lie, you know I'm honest
Wait I told them I wouldn't steal and broke the promise
When I rolled up on this guy in a suit and tie
Like give me your bread and maybe you'll survive
I understand you with your wife, but it's do or die
So either do what I say, or you'll lose your lives
I must've had my head in the clouds and o-zone
When I ductaped a kid for a pound of homegrown
He could tell it was me thru the ski mask
He's asked why I draw guns for his weed stash
I said I don't know what you talking about
I got an alibi so charge me or I'm walking out
Running off at the mouth, 'cause now-a-days
I hear dope ??, and smell gold from miles away
How can I pray, I forgotten forgiveness
God as my witness, watching me robbing your riches
I stole from my own brother and lied about it
Also I can go to the mall and buy an outfit
I talk around it when I get interrogated
He like I can't even believe we're related
I turn away like I ain't concerned today
But mom and pap don't believe a word I say
And it breaks my heart that I play this part
Maybe I'll change but until then I'll stay razor sharp

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo, I always let my whole life drag thru the dirt
Trying to find the easy way out, rather than work
I've been a drug dealer, thief, failure and more
In your crib taking whatever ain't nailed to the floor
I might care but nightmares infected our dreams
So I'm right there reppin' running credit card schemes
Getting our cream is the prime objective
In my mind what's yours is mine, accept it
The bread I've collected ain't an honest living
It's from lying and stealing without a pot to piss in
And maybe I can put down this gun that I aim
But doubt it 'cause really I'm too stubborn to change

[Chorus]

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03. SIDESHOW

Haha. You outdid yourself on this one Damingo. But you gotta stop trying to fuck fat bitches on my space. For real dawg.

[Verse 1:]

Mothafuckers want to die, they want to bring the drama, why
I'm never one to law abide, I'll kill those who I'm cornered by
I'm leaving people mortified, you should heed the warning signs
What I say are more than rhymes, bless you like the lord divine
Seems as though I lost my mind, sharper than a porcipine
Psycho on the border line, a genius with no corporate grind (or wind)
Walk the line like Johnny Cash, and put you in a body cast
I rap like there's a polygraph attached to my honkey ass
Bolic's like a godly wrath, on the illuminati's path
Problem is I'm probably smashed, starring at some hottie's ass
Challenge me, watch me laugh, balls are made of solid brass
You just ain't in Bolic's class, hope you got you wallet stashed
Dealing with a lying thief, grinding on a silent creek
'Cause every single time I speak, tsunamis hit acquired beach
So I'mma take a giant leak, flying from the highest peak
Saying that your rhymes are weak, and I would die for my beliefs

Chorus:

The game is a sideshow, circus where nine's blow
So as long as I play, I'll ride 'till I die slow
But before I go, I'm making sure y'all know
Ain't nobody in this game, fuckin' with my flow
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

I ran up in the Pearly Gates, they like you ain't worthy wait
You were born reverse the tape <--(?), but when I rapped the earth would shake
Laughin' when I learned my fate, snappin' rappers vertebrates
I clap 'em with the 38, and jackin' up the murder rate
Bolic never perpertrate, I'd rather spit or burst your hate
The needle of someone's serving plate, take a bite regurgitate
Grinding thru the worst mistakes, payin' dues workin' late
Givin' y'all a burst of faith, that hip-hop's still worth it's weight
Kid's at home do no attempt, to go the places Bolic went
I ain't here dropping gems, shit man it's common sense
No the one to plot against, I'll hit you with a socket wrench
And throw you in a box and clench, headbutting your optix lens
Diabolic's marching toward, barricade and guard the door
He's letting out the carnivoir, to cut you with the sharpest sword
Why the fuck you starting for, divide and conquor, raw to war
Game is mine, far from yours, lock it down, martial law

[Chorus]

Here we go

[Verse 3:]

I was raised in greater days, for all this play is played
For all mistakes were made, when skill major take the stage
Now I burn an eighth of haze, and I ain't here to place your raise
Blood spores with razor blades, and vodka in my gatorade
Pop ya if you playa braid, reigning on your gay parade
Pissin' on my neighbors grave, juggling like eight grenades
Pave the way with nuttin' bling, but knuckles with a couple rings
Put my hands up and swing, you won't do a fuckin' thing
So anti up, place your bets, bet that I could take your breath
Stab you with a bayonette, faster than I break a sweat
Nuttin' but decayin' flesh, in a box layed to rest
Starrin' in the face of death, like a pair of naked breast
Follow me like Dave Koresh, prophecy in ancient text
Payin' off my haze connect, incineratin' space codets
Dinner time the table's set, for real cats to gain respect
Choking out a label rep, make sure you're staying checked

[Chorus]

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04. SAVIOR

Chorus:

I solemnly swear that I will stay raw (raw)
So if you love hip-hop I'm the savior that you pray for (for)
I ain't here to bring it back I'm living proof
That'll show you how a liar and a thief can be the truth (truth)
[2X]

[Verse 1:]

Yo, I'll burn an ounce of the best, left with doubts left in my stress
Speaking from the heart like there's a second mouth on my chest
I really must confess I've been thinking who I might murder
And stoppin' ??, like Ike Turner being a civil rights worker
I'm Dr. Jeckyl and the twisted side of Mr. Hyde
I swim beside the sharks but got bigger fish to fry
Don't matter if I live or die, I'm here and I'mma fight you
And the only place that I'm getting punched in is the mic booth
Aight dude, you know the stuff I'm dropping is hot
Shit is fire like the human torch coppin' a squat
It's the only option I got so I'mma rape the industry
Makin' history and ain't nobody saying shit to me
Defeat is agony, I'm thrilled by the taste of victory
Out in the Boondocks, boombox playing symphony
I still exist in rap even when I'm sitting back
The only living cat with a fan base off a hidden track

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

You know it's not hype, I've been god-like when I rock mics
Since gunman took Pac's life in Vegas at a stop light
Way before Sug Knight had cops aiming 4's
Off duty shooting Big leaving the Soul Train Awards
And later on I came across my own fatal flaws
When I shit where I eat and wipe my ass with the table cloth
I sprayed the boss and I'mma take his turf for paper work
I'm an angel's birth innerrtwined with an ancient curse
And to make it worse these kids buy the records we drop
An excessively high recipe, I'll never be stopped
You could have my mind shackled and penetentaries locked
I'll eventually pop the sheriff with the deputy's glock
My shock values ten times the cost of pure lightning
I just lose it off the top like Lucie Lou sword fighting
When it comes to raw writing, Bolic's a born titan
To be completely honest I wish there were more like him

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo, I came to a fork in the road, hauling straight and swerve
Stole an ancient language and escaped, I got a way with words
I give the kids who love hip-hop what they deserve
And a little something me, myself, and I can break in thirds
Could say a verse you wish you thought of but didn't think
While I sit and drink and spit some pink vomit in my kitched sink
Merciless is me, clenched fist, kiss the ring
The vicious king living off beer and chicken wings
I mountain climbed to get here, like next year is our time
Now it's mine, a chance to show these peasants how to rhyme
Survival of the fittest, Bolic's so prepared
King of the jungle, throwing solar flares at a polar bear
Lion's pride, eye of the tiger, coldest stare
And some drunk thoughts on my front porch in a folding chair
Drinkin' vodka, tryin' to do my thing and prosper
'Till the fat lady singin' opera while I finger pop her
It's over bring the doctor, referee stop the fight
Bolic's nice at the bar, throwing chairs like Bobby Knight
I body mics, but they won't play my cleanest version
'Cause I ain't a people person and rotation's pre-determined
To be for certain, I'll get even with these evil serpants
When they girl's penis slurping, gaggin' like bolemics purging
I'm a genius working, leaving pussies bleeding worse than
A screaming virgin with a deep incersion between her curtains

[Chorus]

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05. ESCAPE

Yo, I never thought the shit I say would affect the public
Enough that some Masons would have me abducted
But it seems ‘Bolic must have talked enough shit
So they approached me in my house out in Suffolk
Was late afternoon towards the end of the summer
On my block I seen four men in a Hummer
So I made a break for it, beginning to wonder
They chased me, hit a lady, dented the bumper
I hid under this box truck a block up
Unarmed and wishing that I had a Glock tucked
Started crawling out from under and got stuck
That’s when three cats dressed in all black popped up
Grabbed some broken glass fast and hopped up
The first cat who approached me got cut
Tried to run got snuffed while people watched us
And thrown in they whip with the doors locked shut
Blindfolded, wrists wrapped in duct tape
So I started wilding out acting like a nut case
They pistol whipped me like, “Shut your mouth, fuckface”
Won’t hesitate to empty this clip, just wait
Thought it was jake cause I pushed enough weight
Or someone that I stuck 'cause you know I love papes
Then I recall that one night I was up late
And Technique called saying, “Meet me upstate.”
He explained to me the revolution rises near
It’s gotta be the same reason why I’m here
I just stayed calm thinking like I’m James Bond
The only thing that I could do was stay strong
Drove about an hour, didn’t take long
If you thought I was scared to death you ain’t wrong
Had to wait for them to get where they was going
'Till I felt the car stop, heard the back door open
They marched me in some building bloody and broken
Stuck me in a room, I heard a voice soft-spoken
Like, “We looking for Technique, do you know him?”
Seems pretty clear how the two of you are rolling
The only thing I said was fuck you for the moment
So then he burned my chest with the bone he was smoking
Next thing I knew Poison Pen must’ve broke in
I heard his voice like then heard an explosion
Grabbed one cat, quickly slit his throat
Then cut me loose and handed me the gat he was holding
I opened fire while dude reached for his holster
Hit the floor ready for war, I’m a soldier
He pulled out, shot, I took one in the shoulder
He took two in the sternum, his life was over
Pen picked up his gun, we ran for the door
Licking shots at every single man that we saw
Just when we thought we couldn’t handle no more
Kwest and Tech came through blamming the four
Was on the sixth floor, the elevator ain’t safe
So we hit the stairwell trying to make an escape
Made it to the second floor staying in place
Ten more enemies came raising the stakes
We fled to the hallway and left the chair stuck
To jam the door but caught a case of bad luck
Tech and Kwest went in the vents but we’re fucked
Cause me and Pen are too fat to fit in the air ducts
Got two choices, surrender or stay and fight
So the first cat that came in, I sprayed him twice
The next dude’s scope had a laser sight
Aimed at my head so Pen tackled me and saved my life
Grazed his right, held his Glock in his left
The dude that shot at me took a shot in the chest
Three more came through, two rocking a vest
So I loaded up the cop-killers poppin' the rest
Ran out of bullets now and couldn’t reload
So we locked ourselves in a room like keep low
Paranoid and confused like where do we go
When I notice someone’s eye looking through the peephole
I creep slow and as I got to the door
Heard shots fired, it was Tech poppin' the four
Kwestion came through, dropped to the floor
Took out two cats but watch it there’s more
Forgot what I saw, took a deep breath
Came out the room slowly and seen Tech
Each step remembering that there’s three left
Then they popped out screaming, “We ain’t leave yet.”
We kept it moving thinking we’re done for
No ammo but only had to make it one floor
Made it one floor then guess what son saw
All of Stronghold standing at the front door
We escaped but that don’t explain this mishap
That don’t explain why Diabolic got kidnapped
It don’t explain why this gat click-clacked
Or why they interrogated me on this track
The sick fact is that we’re sheep for the slaughter
In the new world with George Bush keeping the order
We found evidence about increasing our borders
While the media’s cornered to mislead the supporters
The evil is taught us to use an excuse
We’ve all been lied to so it’s time for the truth

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06. DOING MY OWN THING

[Verse 1:]

Yo, I gamble playin' russian roulette and blast tecs (blah)
Then bet your ass I ?? when I got no cash left
Never scared of electric chairs or snapped necks (na)
I died years ago, I'm living out my last breath
So get your head out the clouds, with his hands in stone
Leave cloud nine on the ground zero landing zone (haha)
I stand alone and lead a raging wave of peasants
That'll raise hell until it incinerates the gates of heaven (c'mon)
I'm an aids infection in human form (uh-huh)
Either take your life or with your naked wife shooting porn (bitch)
You've been warned like anyone I do a song with (uh-huh)
I'll outshine you so fans don't notice you were on it (who's that?)
Fuck if I get publicized in the public eye
I'm dope enough to have XZIBIT pimp my mother's ride (pimp that)
Trust has died in my circle and it's justified
By people hating, with me mistaken for some other guy
Like I won't find an A&R to gain his trust
Blaze a dutch and lace the haze with angel dust
Then kidnap his bitch ass and rape his slut (ho)
It's payback for the artist on the shelf labels fucked (fucked)
Snitches won't get stitches for taping us (na)
They get rusty blade razor cuts stapled shut (haha)
Waking up wrong side of the bed no god and light (na)
Hungover everyday like which side is right (what?)
One side of life, wife wants war today
On the other side I got bills I can't afford to pay (I'm broke)
It's like I can't enjoy watching my daughter play (come here)
So fuck y'all, I'm doing me, nothing more to say (Now!)

Chorus:

Follow my lead, you been doing it wrong (wrong)
I go against the grain and refuse to conform (form)
You've been warned, I'm 'bout to crush the mold (mold)
Plus I don't truth a soul so I'm (doing my own thing)

Y'all swallowed by greed, I'm true to my song (song)
I go against the grain and refuse to conform (form)
You've been warned, I'm 'bout to lose control (trol)
So let the truth be told I'm (doing my own thing)

[Verse 2:]

Son of a gun, thuggin' with my cousin Rifle Smoke
And a sniper scope that could pin-point an isatope
On a lighter note, I would cash in my right to vote (here)
Convincing Cheney to grab George and slice his throat
Life's a joke, white flippin', twice as broke (bitch)
She likes ice and cokes when I can't afford the price of soap
My righteous hopes are spun by this coke and rum
A sniper's smokin' gun and fightin' folks with drums
To the naked eye Bolic might appear to be normal (yeah)
But I don't trust a soul, why would I trust mare mortals (na)
I lack clear morals roasting splifs and roaches
Just taking the honest approach with hidden motives
So I said hey panic (hey) get derranged, brain damage
Supplying raw behind the boards in a straight jacket
Make a track with sample vocals and base ??
About what I do, and this is what it came back with
Same insane madness you would expect (word)
All jokes aside, so I suggest you move to the left (move!)
Before I make you swallow your pride, chew and digest
Pick a nice night to knife fight and duel to the death
Got too much respect not to live
So god forbid you force me to show just how real Bolic is
A god amongst mens, politics and crazed thoughts
Me and the shrowder are tearing a cut from the same cloth (haha)
What goes around comes around I have to warn you
I'm the karma from your past coming back to haunt you
It's Diabolic, Moman <--(?), NY to shot town (town)
Worldwide now (now), we got the game tied down (down)
C'mon

[Chorus]

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07. BABY MAMA DRAMA

"Yeah. Look at you, like life's a task for you. You's was the one who's supposed to help me pass it, but you fronted like the rest of 'em so, I don't know what to tell you. But whatever."

[Verse 1:]

I remember the first time I saw ya
You was a dime I was too shy to talk to
I declined the offer, it wouldn't happen twice
Soon as you saw the appetite and fire in my eyes
And grab the mic, you had to have the life
But couldn't take the sacrifice
So you would sabatoge me with your bad advice
Acting like you could never be wrong
Could question me on what I did
But when it's you your memory's gone
Six months together you're never laughin'
You stay gettin' mad, and we would fuck to forget it ever happened (I hate you)
'Till those early morning visits, resulted in morning sickness
And we both agreed, no abortion clinic
Nine months in a New York ??
I saw ya cross the limit, start a war and put my daughter in it
Always pushing buttons but you look disgusting
Telling my daughter her father's good for nothing (your father ain't shit)
So we both know I had to leave
Then you take the fact that we have a seed, and throw it back at me (just take it)
Automatically became vandictive
Had to see pain inflicted, everytime I came to visit
And you'll see when she fights you (sit down!)
'Cause when you get spiteful, and fuck with me, you're fuckin' up her life too
And she's what god sent me for
So I pray you bless me lord, 'cause it's not about us anymore

Chorus:

It's not about you and me
What the fuck is it gonna take to make you see
(It's not about you, not about you)
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

I quit putting up with you, realized I couldn't fuck with you
Nothing I did was ever good enough for you
That's the truth and you know it
So stop the confusion and focus, or Shayna's future is hopeless
You know this shit is triffle
That's why I grip the Bible knowing our daughters caught in a vicious cycle
I fight through deep depression
You're defeating a season veteran
How can I win, my seed's the weapon
You never wore my shoes
Left for the courts to choose
I gotta gamble something I can't afford lose
It's like living is worthless
'Till I invisioned a purpose
What you did, I didn't deserve it
Wasn't perfect, but I tried my best
You'd collide, apply the stress
I was blind thinking time's the test
But there's no way I'm your soul mate
That's like Nicole Brown and OJ's marriage being okay
It's too much trouble to see thru
I hustle to feed you, you look down at me
I crumble beneath you
Bitch, you're immature
Mad at me 'cause you were thin before
Gained some weight and got insecure
I look above for help, thru sickness plus the health
But how can I love you when you don't love yourself
I'm without a clue (I'm the best thing you got), but I know now it's true
Our daughter's the only good thing that ever came out of you

[Chorus]

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08. GET FUCKED UP

Uh, waddup, Diabolic, been drinkin' all day. Takin' over the game (word) Oz Terentino, yeah. Triple Op
Bitches to the front (where you at)
Soldiers to the back (yeah)
C'mon, walk with me
C'mon, c'mon
Yo

[Verse 1:]'

Yo if you like me, then you'll probably like me
And you might be out right now drinkin' a Long Island ice-tea
If you got wifey, you remembered not to bring her
And you gonna ride home drunk, and give cops the finger
Find some dro to twist the dutch and open it
Roll the shit and you make sure I'm the one you smokin' with
In a stolen six, hydroplanin'
On the clear view, in the rearview 5-O's gaining
But it's alright, that's life, you only live once
Smoke those six blunts and drive your ?? drunk
This for live cats, in the club with nine strapped
Playin' my track, drunk while they drive back
From the streets out to Puff's Hampton Beach house
Takin' a whole bottle to they head like Steve Stout
This for cats grinding for weekly cash
Catching a DWI smashed, while CD blasts

1st Chorus:

Get fucked up, right now
Drive home drunk, c'mon
Get fucked up, all my soldiers
Drive home drunk, all my bitches
Everybody live your life
Get fucked up tonight
Everybody get it right
Fuck every bitch in sight

[Verse 2:]

Yo the fit survive, and you ain't fit without six or five
So live your lives with 22's equipped to drive
And (get fucked up), it's that simple
Ask every fan if the jams they packin' to
Go find a bouncer who's twice your weight class
And leave his face smashed with your champagne glass
Then skate fast, drive, get away, crash
And scream "Fuck the cops!" while they pass
I don't care if you take cash to blaze hash
Walk a straight path or pump rock like Dane Dash <--(?)
Keep it poppin' like me with people watchin'
To see when Diabolic's debut LP is droppin'
You can see in my eyes that I'm teachin' you why
I don't have to pull out to make you reach for the sky
So throw your hands up, scream and get live
If you already with me, don't even reply, just

2nd Chorus:

Get fucked up, right now
Drive home drunk, c'mon
Get fucked up, all my soldiers
Drive home drunk, all my bitches
Everybody live your life
Get fucked up tonight
Everybody get it right
I'll rob all your ice <--(?)

[Verse 3:]

Yo at the club hoes see me, like what's he thinkin'
To go outside, puke and keep drinkin'
I'm thinkin' I'm the same bum who ate crumbs
Then found time to find a chick to get brains from
When the bass pump, proud shout and wild out
East coast, west coast, mid-west, down south
I'm no different, so get live and let's ride
I wanna see you at the sex drive up at ex. five
Mommy let's slide to my crib and get high
You always got a place to crash like left eye
Shake your ass and breast size, let's rock tonight
Got bottles popped on ice, so what's not to like
You're dressed to kill, radiating sex appeal
Sip this proof, let loose, then stress your feel
Bring it on, strip to g-strings and thongs
You don't think it's wrong, c'mon just sing the song

3rd Chorus:

Get fucked up, right now
Drive home drunk, c'mon
Get fucked up, all my soldiers
Drive home drunk, all my bitches
Everybody live your life
Get fucked up tonight
Everybody get it right
Get fucked up tonight

Outro:

Triple Optix, drive drunk tonight
Oz T, drive drunk tonight
Immortal Technique, drive drunk tonight
Stronghold, drive drunk tonight
Travis McFet, drive drunk tonight
My boy Dexstar, drive drunk tonight
Lou Cipher, drive drunk tonight
Everybody, drive drunk tonight

Fuck it, we out. One.

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09. RUN YA POCKETS

[Verse 1:]

Yo as a kid on the school bus I made a few bucks
Stickin' my classmates with a sharpened tooth brush
Then I grew up, saw your watch was nice
Got lots of ice, then you on the wrong block tonight
No cops in sight, and I can aim a glock precise
I'd just rather rob your wife with a pocket knife
On the block late, so if you got papes or cop weight
Clearly I'mma stick you like Scotch tape
I'm upstate now ?? on a greyhound
With eight pounds of dro that I stole on the way down
I'm quick to hi-jack your best five tracks
Base line, kick snare, sampling high hat
The plot thickens when you're 23 shoplifting
The clock's ticking and those last six shots kick in
In a shit box whipping, 'till I see a nice range
'Cause I swipe you from the right lane soon as the light change

Chorus:

Run ya pockets, hand over your cash
Make it fast or I'mma have to whoop your ass
Run ya pockets, when I'm on your block
I'mma take what you got whether you like it or not
Run ya pockets, you a rapper with dough
I'mma catch you after your show, grab it and go
Run ya pockets, I got a daughter to feed
So best believe what you got is more than I need

[Verse 2:]

Yo it's lightning, I'm the kid at the bar you might see
Stealing tips to buy Long Island ice-tea
Broke and sheisty, snatching your Rolex
While you alone on your way back from the Co-Check <--(?)
Don't have any dough left, that's the bottom line
So if I see cats ballin' I'm fast to rob them blind
For a pound of swag, sixteen ounces bag
Blindfolded, wrist tied, bound and gagged
I'm ruthless, I never show cats mercy
So run your dough stacks in that throwback jersey
I throw slaps early but I'm sprayin' next time
Snatchin' your advance, the day you get signed
I ain't toured yet, so my life is pure stress
That's why I left you bleeding all over your valore sweats <--(?)
At your door step and I don't even know you
But I'm snatchin' your dough to re-invest it in my own crew

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo submerged in debt, with dough earns respect
I stuck my first connect, sold half, burned the rest
I'll take the dough you make, while you holdin' weight too
This way I can flip P's like a lower case Q
No one hates you, but we know your address
I'm the one who snatched the dough that you owe your connects
Every known rapper, give me your dough after the show
Or I'll go have the car in a tow tag, you'll get bitch slapped
'Till the bones fracture and ribs crack
Pay an A&R to know where the CEO lives at
Kidnap an exec, gun to his naval
Runnin' the label's cash past under the table
While the head in charge of artists and record squads
Gettin' scarred, ran for his dough and credit cards
Celebs and stars, your funds are profit
Don't get dumb and pop shit, c'mon run ya pockets

[Chorus]

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10. ASSHOLE

Haha. This is feel good music right here man (yeah it is). Johnny Vegas you played your cards right on this one homie. I'm just tryin' to make y'all feel good with this here (feel right). I really am, I'm serious (uh-huh). This is uplifting music. Na, wait a minute fuck y'all (yeah fuck y'all).

[Verse 1:]

I shoot up the needle breaks, got deceitful traits
At the last supper, stealing food off people's plates
Dodging thieves and jakes for this cheese I chase
The cool villain, sellin' school children weed I lased
Bolic needs his space, so he'd appreciate
If the population of New York would gladly leave the state
I'm don't believe in faith, I believe that Jesus H.
Left me here phening, to scream in a devil's face
So my words come to life when I tour in hell
I don't write, my rhymes they go record themselves
Got a mind of their own, and some organ sells
They plot against me, they open the trap door, I fell
Hit rock bottom, now I got problems, no solution
Money talks, speaking in tongues, it's so confusing
No conclusion, drink away the soul pollution
Black out on Black House smokin' dro then puke it

Chorus:

I'm a asshole when I'm walking the streets
Sayin' fuck cops while they walkin' the beat
And I'll be there, 'till I'm in a coffin deceased
So watch what the fuck you say when you're talkin' to me
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

Yo I'm the pure demon with door keys and the four seasons
Force feeding your whore semen 'till the score's even
Before breathing I opened my two eyeballs
Reached for the stars and made your blue skies fall
Ain't my fault my brain just came apart
I'm tryin' to keep it together like the game on Change Your Heart
You play the part, I ain't in the same regards
I'm in the hood lace, foot race, with a st. benard
Got a paper to chase but it made an escape
So I'm raising the stakes, takin' combinations from safes
Agents and Jakes watchin' every single movement
So Bolic keep an eye out like that singer Houston
I stick to boozin', it makes things confusing
Drinkin', puking, porn, and the diamond rings I'm boosting
Promoting violence, just praying I'll reach
I'm not just an asshole, I'm an inspirational speaker

Haha
Fuck y'all

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo, I'm close to the edge, the next man is over it
Got wifey pushing buttons like Def Jams' promoting it
So I throw the dick ten <--(?) and hope this seems possible
Holding a heartbeat (or hard beat), and the heartbeat's optional
I'm chuggin' Belvedere knowing hell is here
When I battle Satan, an image of myself appears
I'm like fuck it, two dutches and a twelve of beer
'Cause either you just shit yourself, or I can smell the fear
So tell these queers who claim to clap and shoot
They got me loosing my patience like a mal-practice suit
I booby trap the booth to see four so when the door close
I'll separate your limbs from your torso
Made your whore go to some distinctive doctor
She complained how I drew blood when I finger popped her
I'm the type to wipe my ass with the best you did
I'm ready to die, so why the fuck would I let you live

[Chorus]

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11. THE STREETS

[samples: In the streets. All of us fast, it's either hustles or my..my streets. In the streets. That's like fuckin' with what god is like, fuckin' with monsters. In the streets. I'm 'bout to smash. Y'all ain't ready. In the streets. I'll be like traffic signs kid, all over the streets. In the streets. I'm 'bout to smash. In the streets. I'm 'bout to smash.]

[Verse 1:]

Yo, my co-star betrayed me, Bolic's far from crazy
But I let a pitbull loose in his yard with rabies
Two percent of me is raising, the bigger part is shady
So I'm gonna do it everyday 'till he starts to pay me (Pay me!)
Street deciple, the life I lead is trifle (uh-huh)
Read the Bible in my boxers and squeeze a rifle (blah)
Vicious cycle, goes around comes back around
And tracks you down like K-9 units with bats in hands (haha)
Ask around, when it rains it pours (yeah)
So the forecast for my life's hurricanes for sure (uh-huh)
To get mine I'm takin' yours, what's yours is mine
Insanity and genius, I cross the line all the time
On the grind, poppin' jaws out
'Till pigs run up in my crib like it's Bubba Sparks' house (haha)
So labels pray to Hey Zeus that this debut (what)
Don't give the kids something they can actually relate to

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12. NOT LIKE YOU

Yeah
Check it out
Diabolic, Triple O, Brooklyn Ac, Oz T, Decipher
Check it

[Verse 1:]

I don't want to battle, I'd rather curse at your wife
I ain't trying to win, I'm trying to fuck up your personal life
When the block in a daze, your wife's watching amazed
So I dug her back out like I was robbing a grave
Stay bent, brain drenched by the haze stench
Strugglin' to make sense of where my day went (what)
Time to pay rent, duckin' the landlord
Fuckin' some tramp raw on the trunk of my man's Ford
Self destructive, smokin' l's in public
I fell in love with the feeling of yelling fuck it (Fuck it!)
Raising hell above it, without a glock to pull
I'm greedy, I'll run ya pockets when my pockets full
Unstoppable force on an obstacle course
Lookin' at your chain for a few rocks that fell off
Could be a good fight 'till I land a hook right (blah)
And draw blood like police sketches of Sug Knight

Chorus:

I'm not like you, y'all could never relate
You couldn't handle half of the pressure and weight
I'm not like you, y'all pretenders and fakes
Real recognize real, I don't remember your face
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

Yo I may be wrong, at war with my baby's mom
But I'm way beyond giving a fuck what ladies want
Please believe it, there's no deceitful secret
I'm too raw, the evil genius and his people seen it
Dodging cop stations on blocks you're not safe in
Passing thru telling camera crews to stop taping
I may slap the same cats who watch hating
Couldn't get work if the spot had job placement (haha)
Chasing the dough you stash, approaching fast
Smoking hash, ride or die, hope to crash
Grab your throat to slash an open gash
Try holding on with both your arms broke in half
Jehovah's wrath, God gave for pap's glazed <--(?)
Shockwave with a buck fifty ox blade
And the cascades driving thru police blockades
Escaping the heat, takin' a leak on a cop's grave

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo I make shit happen, so just in case shit happens
I can laugh it off like fuck it shit happens
Bitch slappin' your jaw to six fragments
Click clackin' at your team screaming QUIT RAPPING!!
Crooks countin' they wealth, while Sug's shoutin' for help
When I do dirt like the ?? lookin' out for himself
More controversial, I'll do your kid's momma dirty
Cause drama worthy if you askin' god for mercy
Your worst nightmare, rockin' the venue
Sellin' you a dream, plottin' against you
The razor cut your face 'till it stapled shut
Get dropped and be the next flop the label fucks
Rest assured, everything I said is raw
Acting foul, won't crack a smile unless it's yours
Ride with me, blazin' five fifties
Top of the world, so if I fall I'm takin' the sky with me

[Chorus]

Haha. I'm not like you. Go sit on a cucumber and spin. Motherfucker.
Diabolic, Triple Optix, Brooklyn Academy
Hahaha. Game over. Holla back you little bitches.

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13. THE DEVIL'S WAITING

[Verse 1:]

Yo, Long Island test sites, Suffolk's microchip children
While NASA will get site of the triple six building
It's built in, hustle or fall fast
Stick 'em to a modern caste system where cash the past wisdom
Fascism covered in coagulated blood
When aggravated thugs bless contaminated love
Nuttin' barricades the flooded drugs thru the populess
Politics producing hollow tips, induce apocalypse
Chew and swallow it, I'm chasing truth
But the Jaycent group stole exibit A and erased the proof
Soldiers lace your boots, the anti-Christ seven signs
Next in line, so I manifest the stress defined
The architect's design kept your mind in confinement
Finding time to strip cloud nine's silver lining
But still we're climbing, a mountain of lies, most kids plummit
I reached Dit's Summit <--(?), only to take a piss from it

Chorus:

I've been falling, no one to help me up
Gone <--(?) for self, 'bout to self destruct
I felt corrupt, seekin' revalation
When I noticed, around every corner the devil's waiting
[2X]

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14. SHOWTIME INTERLUDE

Diabolic, Triple Optix, Brooklyn Academy, Oz Terentino
Showtime

[Verse 1:]

Yo at birth I obtained the power to brainstorm flood rain
And bloodstain a state trooper then break thru the handcuff chains
Only to offend folks with every pen stroke
It's spoken word in a trenchcoat flashing the event host
Don't step close, anyone I'm brawlin' with will call it quits
When I ball a fist and punch thru a wall of bricks
Like flawlessness, I'll chain smoke your brave hopes
Rob your stage coach, with a blade close to your dame's throat
See it's human nature to use this razor
Perfoming youthanasia 'till God himself can't rejuvinate ya
And Suffolk's poor public, demands more of it
When I stick a warm musket thru a supreme court justice
Makin' heroin phenes out of the American dream
Arm wrestling fears while terrors peer like Marilyn's team
So when my debut reach platinum in two weeks
I get two beats to the crew chief, during an MTV news brief

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15. STYLES FOR FREE

Ride or die, I die to ride, but got to high to drive
Jumped in the driver's side, made a six and five collide
And I survived as my own violent co-pilot
In the passenger seat, blastin' the heat while I ghost ride it
Hit a tree, crash it, smash the dash's cheap plastic
Kill your boy and still avoid a six foot deep casket
Complete savage, on the streets with E tablets
While D's in a green caprese blasting three past it
It seems drastic, drunk in L.I.E. traffic
Forced to wreak havoc, with an ounce a week weed habit
But I keep at it, chase paper with a straight razor
Stumble home late night, and hate life a day later
'Cause life's a bitch, who only treat you right when you twice as rich
But if you're broke, she'll cut your throat and slice your wrists
I'm might just flip, grab a big <--(?) cop by the weak spot
And drag him thru three blocks while other police watch
For warning, punks who grill like George Forman
'Till my four horsemen kick they second floor door in
Where cats record, smash the chord <--(?), snatch your broad
And choke you with the R.C.A. jack attachment chord
Y'all are strapped for war, clappin' back and fourth
As a last resort, I'll stab you with a plastic fork
But the streets is watchin', lots of birds gots some words
So while the block observes, I'mma lock his optix nerve
Just watch and learn, snatch a glock from a cop's holster
Shower shots over the entire pop culture
I'm supposed to rap, see I knew my soul was blessed
When I could hold my breath long enough to see you choke to death
Both hands around your throat glands for a few crumbs
Drunk off Burbon, searchin' for stores to booze from
I ain't ask for nothing, school myself to catch corruption
Friends who'd snipe me, and wifey passing judgement
I learned most, with my first toke of sherm smoke
Was an accident, I put a hatchet in this turncoat
Took cheese and blew on gear for the ????
See y'all have something to wear when you're leakin' fluid bleedin' thru it
Under the influence, drivin' drunk, fryin' skunk
Pullin' over to throw a rising punch 'till both your eyes are lump
Got hash and endo right here, no job or résumé
Just half a demo and the gear I was rockin' yesterday
I'm loosin' it, a lunatic who'd use a fist
To abuse your chick's uterus, when I throw bows like Ludacris
Your crew's too bitch to fathom a magma shootin'
With the intension of apprehending your platinum crucifix
But knowledge is power, plus snatchin' wallets from cowards
Beats Bolic at tower workin' for six dollars an hour
Now the game's an open stage to release a prisoner
Who's aiming a loaded gage at the police commisioner
I took advantage, looked at a good book for answers
The Art Of War, painting masterpieces on a crooked canvas
Throw a right hook and land it, beat your weak jaw
With every freakin' cheek tore <--(?), screamin' he's raw
On Funk Flex front steps, 'till he unleashes C4
That'll be nuclear winter for the eastern seaboard <--(?)
My shit reaches each store, I play the hand I'm dealt
If not I'll fill my trunk and give 'em straight to fans myself
There's two dozen crews thuggin' that say that you nothin'
They say that you bluffin' 'cause of the place you grew up in
Now you ganstas and thugs hangin' in clubs, shootin' 'em up
With 22's on the truck and 100 proof in the cup
Controllin' blocks with coke and rock, holdin' glocks
No you're not, prove it, shoot this patrollin' cop
Just load and lock the fullest clip you got then pull and click
Lick shots 'till bullets hit, if not you're full of shit!

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16. THE MASTER

Uh-huh
Diabolic
Will show you how to do this
Game's of rap now
Triple O, Brookyln Ac now
Check it

I'm not at all a baller, I'm a soldier for bread
Yeah I pop bottles with bar fights over ya head
Bitch you gave good brain, but I'm over ya head
Kind of like when I rhyme, I'm over ya head
Forced to dumb it down, so y'all know what I said
But I'm over the game, it's game over instead
What I've learned lately, made me stir <--(?) crazy
I learned Nina's a dead president's first lady
Left my nerves shaky, provoking violence
On every soldier who broke the code of silence
You need to open your eyes, see the ultraviolet
Before I open 'em for you and slash both your eyelids
Broke and wildling, raw gram bagging
Two chicks jumped on my dick like it's the bandwagon
So busy braggin' 'bout the rocks you picked off
Put a gun in your waist and almost shot your dick off
So pay attention to what I say and mention
I'm trying to own New York down to the mayor's pension
Can taste the tension, streets is talkin'
And the beast is hawkin', on every read <--(?) he's walkin'
Lookin' for an excuse to call reinforcements
So proceed with caution, or see a coffin
I'll read your fortune, to see the future
Squeeze a ruga <--(?), serve beef like Peter Lugar
D's and troopers, the first of three targets
To get set up ??, for first degree charges
Any rapper you put verses me garbage
I'd rather serve a demon, burn the weed harvest
You cannot be hood, you Hollywood pussy
Well Bolic just want that Hollywood pussy
I could rap for weeks, y'all just rappin' weak
You ain't have the streets, you had 'em fast asleep
Blastin' heat, knives slash and butcher
'Cause y'all punk bitches like Ashton Kutcher
Diabolic, man with the shortest fuse
Defeats out my pipe's range <--(?), can't afford to lose
Money talks, it speaks and I listen
And life's the bitch with bare feet in my kitchen
Screamin' and bitchin' so I'm plottin' for wealth
Gettin' bars off my chest like I'm spottin' myself

Diabolic, Triple O, Brooklyn Academy
Got cats scared to battle me
Packing jams with capacity
Game over

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The O' Doyle Rules St. Patty's Day track:




"O' Doyle Rules"

[Intro - Apathy:]

We got Diabolic, Apathy, Paradime, Joe Scudda, Rob Kelly, Ryu, Mac Lethal
Happy St. Patty's Day bitch

[Verse 1 - Diabolic]

I don't need a spot to crash, give me some twat to smash
With the atomic mass, of Nicky Minaj's ass
I'm tipsy, mixing whiskey and vodka trashed
And the weed in Bolic's stash is like breathing toxic gas
My life's a graphic novel, about the average hostile kid
Who'd snap and twist your cap like tap the bottle
So grab your Bible and pray that God listens
If not the plot thickens, time bomb, clock tickin'

[Verse 2 - Apathy:]

I ain't crawling in this pub, Ap is on some new shit
Beat you with this pool stick to assemble your toothpicks
Shit I spit on my CDs to crush you
To come back to life you'd need E.T. to touch you
My brass knuckles leave massive blood puddles
Fuckin' everyday struggle, my people survive the troubles
Cock back the mic, then knock back a pint
No cop, gats, or fights could stop Ap tonight

[Verse 3 - Paradime:]

It's the rap Chuck Sheene, balls crack to the phenes
And I can barely see the way I lap up ??
Bring the kind of heat to make a mac-truck lean
So it's bad luck everytime the fat fuck speak
You come around the D and try and act tough please
We got that clack clack blah, to make ya can't can't breathe
So I suggest you slide my guy
Before these Irish eyes show you my violent side

[Verse 4 - Joe Scudda:]

I'm so damn proud of who I am, just tell 'em let the flag fly
He don't like it, then fuck 'em, let the fag die
Be afraid whenever this gettin' played
A 100 mothafuckas with me but this ain't a parade
No, I'm just a menace on the Guiness
We up disturbing the tenants, if you with me brotha what up
I take a shot for my paps, God bless
Show love to the fam, and the rest 'em shut up

[Verse 5 - Rob Kelly:]

Nobody make fight rap quite like Rob Kell did
It's sexy Rihanna, it's okay she like the smell of it
Hit her with a whip and a chain
Been rappin' for years, barely have a whip and a chain
Sick of the game, all these fuckin' spitters are lames
So I spit in their face, a no name spittin' the same
Sick in the brain, so I might bash it with an uppercut
No "I" in team, but there's a "U" in you fuckin' cunts

[Verse 6 - Ryu:]

Okay I get it, yeah I drink a lot of Guiness
Alcoholic, I'm a mixture of XZIBIT and Michael Collins
Revolution, we bringin' all the troops in
The first illegal aliens, they called us all mutants
Can still see the scars, bumps, and the bruises
I'm living proof when they say Patty is a nussaince
Used to get the nooses, now we rollin' ruthless
??? girl six ??? chunkin' <--(?) up the deuces <--(?)

[Verse 7 - Mac Lethal:]

It's the St. Pat's clackers, A.K.A. the fake black panthers
We hate back packers, especially the real ones
On the mountain hikin'
Get your shit jacked by a 100 angry vikings
Eye color lime green, beard color lits light <--(?)
Hair color whiskey, heart color ???
All my brother's insane with this
In that gin bar (speaking Irish), switch languages

"O' Doyle Rules"
"Thanks a lot O' Doyle, nice meeting you"

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ETERNAL LOVE - REBELS MENTALITY (ft. Diabolic):




Haha
Eternal Love, Diabolic
Third World Order, Rebel Army
It's all mental

1st Chorus:

This is the rebels mentality, always in the zone
Ready to go hand and hand, yo lock and load
This is the rebels mentality
Fight for freedom in my home
Don't destroy my people and the babies gettin' grown
This is the rebels mentality

[Verse 1 - Eternal Love:]

Morphing <--(?) necklace around my neck and tomahawks in my hands
I calmly <--(?) sang that when I'm speakin' Korean
They give the hurt, when they're tearing thru your skin
As if you're a wall safe, and I'm breakin' in
I'll grab your mind and I take it, cold with spin <--(?)
Take you to the end of time just to re-begin
They look at me and say that I'm walkin' in sin
But I go to war so they don't have to, and I fight to win
I can see it and do it, but I explain it though
I can see thru the matrix and can re-arrange the code
So fuck what they doing out of Bohemian Groves
I'm like the full metal, I don't need to use any circles
I'm a front line general, re-arranging the chemicals
In your city road, givin' the third a bed of flow <--(?)
So you can open up your eyes
Or we can break the oppresion on you they hold

2nd Chorus:

This is the rebels mentality, always in the zone
Ready to go hand and hand, yo lock and load
This is the rebels mentality
Fight for freedom in my home
Don't destroy my people and the babies gettin' grown
This is the rebels mentality
Take it to a higher state, this is guerilla warfare, doing whatever it takes
This is the rebels mentality
Always raising the stakes, 'cause we're always makin' moves to change this place
The rebels mentality

[Verse 2 - Diabolic:]

Fuck cops, go to war with police
And force them to eat their guns when their fortress is breached
Attacking like it's Normady and we're stormin' the beach
Afterwards Bolic's going for the corporate elite
Kick the door with my feet 'till I break it in half
Lawn mower blades spinning for the snakes in the grass
40's and 10's, fuck the champagne in your glass
Son of a gun, pap's told me aim and just blast
Ain't chasing the cash and spittin' vaginal raps
I just make songs based on actual facts
Tearing thru your flesh, where the fuck my cannibals at
Slaughter sheep with the wolves in this animals pact
Attackin' the track, everytime I go in the booth
And inspiration when moral is gettin' low in the troops
Told the recruits, I would rather choke from a noose
Then accept being lied to, so I'm exposing the truth

[Repeat 2nd Chorus]

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GUILTY SMILES - MY BLOOD IS WINE (ft. Diabolic & Rayzel)




[Intro:]

"We're gonna have to step back, and look at it all in a different way. And I don't think you're gonna get that from just voting for president, and dealing with all this nonsense that we have right now, with the fuckin', with the, the two party system. We're stearing <--(?) our wheels, we're not getting any traction. This is all nonsense. It's the same nonsense with Obama that we dealt with with Bush. ??? groups controlling what people say and do and what direction the country goes in. And save us from that guy. Shut the fuck up man, it's the same nonsense"

Diabolic, Guilty Smiles, Rayzel
We're all illuminated

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

Welcome to the animal farm, where people are the main attraction
Novis Sordos da clorum <--(?) broke down for basic latin
A brave new world fully equipped with lazer tracking
Like the GPS attachment in your momma's station wagon
Software designed to recognize your facial fragments
So a trained assassin can embark like Mark David Chapman
Chain reaction, our faction takes a base of action
Just waitin' to shoot 'em up like phenes that chase the dragon
It just so happens, I'm not afraid of scare tactics
And I don't believe anthrax will come in a care package
I don't believe your propaganda, kiss our bare asses
Only thing sleeper cell's are blowin' up is an air matress
They call for fair catches, 'cause if they return
I'll leave these free masons with 33rd degree burns
Fuck what we've learned, I'd rather chug a Steel Reserve
Fill my bladder up and take a piss on the Bilderberg

[samples: Controlling what people say.....Controlling what people say and do. The rest of the country goes in and saves us from the bad guy......]

[Verse 2 - Rayzel:]

Welcome to the sience lab, where humans are the ones I'll test
We don't progress while controlled, then they won't confess
Their sole intent told the management of global death
Studied all the olden <--(?) text, knowing of the Holks <--(?) events
More lies, casualties, and war time, and flouride
?? ?? givin' you your poor sight and short life
I won't live upon a big reserve sticture <--(?) turf
I'd rather fight back and kill and burn the Bilderberg
Parasites control the seas via satellite
They use the media and T.V. to grab your mind
Make sonic accaleids, waging war, pastorize
These groups are poisoning the food that you snack at night
I'll fuckin' die before succumbing to the skull and bone
Patrolled as another clone, the reason that you shouldn't vote
So shall I evacuate the troops and they'll laugh at you
The Pagan folks takin' trust just so they can snatch the few 'em <--(?)

[samples: Shut the fuck up. The rest of the country goes in and saves us from the bad guy. Shut the fuck up......The rest of the country goes in and saves us from the bad guys. Shut the fuck up....]

[Verse 3 - Guilty Smiles:]

Battle on the grave <--(?), battle of the days
Bilderberg classes in the fascists, the fanatics have been saved
The matters of the state aren't actual mistakes
All the patterns and the shapes, they're exactly them the same
Science lies, but somebody else was bound to say
The sun's path corrections created by Allan Daves <--(?)
Fuck your ?? ?? or your stories of global warning
You're overboring, your ignorance is so annoying
Too soon to assume, North American Union Platoons
Go to war with red countries we never knew that we'd lose
Lady Gaga agreed, and wanted to feed you but don't flow it
I blew off an interview show with Joe Rogan
You're in the matrix, you're just basic and don't know it
The whole know <--(?) is to do it so most of you won't notice
An invisible empire as defined by Jason Vermice <--(?)
My face encourages the way that by you <--(?) makes you nervous

[Outro - Guilty Smiles:]

Pig Latin Produtions
Diabolic, Rayzel, Guilty Smiles
Guilty Smiles Instrumental 2904
North American Union Platoon
I pour my drink out for ?? ??

"The opportunity <--(?) and religious temple does. The religious temple of distraction <--(?) and diversion from the elusive chair <--(?). Going into a depression, our children have ??????, by the T.S.A. Oh that's right, they're there running things. ??? shine on <--(?), and the army is involved. As their ?????. What's good for third world police states, what's good for victicious <--(?) 1984's. Why it's good for America"

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CRALLS - STUCK IN MY BRAIN (ft. Diabolic)





[Intro - Cralls & Diabolic:]

Y'all already know, Cralls on the beat
It's time to wake the fuck up now
It's about that time
Diabolic (yeah)
Cralls where the fuck you at
I'm right here
We 'bout to go in right now
Alright let's do it then

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

I'm far too extreme, for marketing schemes, talkin' to teens
Still on stage barkin', and they're startin' to scream
As far as it seems, hip-hop's a foreign regime
We the squad of marines armed with particle beams
I'm a starvin' artist full of horrible dreams
With an arsonal or bars to pull it apart at the seams
Workin' hard for the creme, I'm earnin' my keep
Top of the world chillin' with the earth at my feet
Word on the street Bolic's 'bout to vertical leap
Fly head first into a cipher and murder the beat
I'll get personal, persecute a person's beliefs
Screamin' God don't exist while you in a church with a priest
Burnin' a leaf to cure my sickening thoughts
Twisted off quarts of Guiness 'till my vision distorts
So before you test, I suggest you mission abort
Or you're fuckin' dead, like you stuck your dick in a corpse

Chorus - Diabolic:

Allow me to explain, this is not a game
Turn on the radio, shit is all the same
Another wack song gettin' stuck inside my brain
So it's fuck the world, shit will never change
[2X]

[Verse 2 - Cralls:]

I'm not a rat, but I dwell in catacombs why I'm always dark
I spit poison in your arteries to close your heart
My flow is hard, I'm an animal on Noah's Ark
I'm equivalent to Da Vinci, both composing art
I'm exposing harm, and only I can judge myself
I'm the devil now, so Satan is stuck in hell
I take whatever's dealt, use it as a brutal force
Make any two divorce and blame it on the stupid whore
Givin' birth underground would make your rap emerging <--(?)
Cralls and Diabolic for sure is not your average person
I never had a purpose, I was born an accident
See I'm a dog, fuckin' raw like my rappin' is
What my habit is, I combine words to kill
I was born with it, I never had to learn the skill
I'm fuckin' sick, my doc made me turn to pills
When you address me by name, I'm reffered as Ill

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cralls & Diabolic:]

[Cralls]

Fuck this battle, I'm a war vet
I'm original, and American-made like Corvette
I ain't got a fortune but enough to carry me
You could learn something from us, we're the fuckin' faculty
Got the world mad at me, you wouldn't want to battle me
Unless you want to get ripped open like anatomy
Laugh at me, you're lucky if you get your jaw to open
I know you're a pussy 'cause your water's broken

[Diabolic]

Yo, Diabolic don't need to pull a pistol and squeeze
To knock you off your high horse like Christopher Reeves
Me and Cralls will brawl 'till we're crippled and bleed
Just to say some real shit the kids will believe
So it's simple to see, if we're in the same place
I would slap that fake tear drop off Lil' Wayne's face
And fuck Dre, put him in a live rap battle
I'd kill him on stage like he's Dimebag Darrell

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GRILLZ - I'LL GET MINE (ft. Diabolic & Cralls on beat)





"Yo Grillz"
"Yo what now"
"Yo chill man, chill"
"Chill with what"
"Yo that beer got a fuckin' cigarette in it"
"I'm fuckin' thirsty man"
"Yo man, you're smokin' the filter b, calm the fuck down"
"I'm fuckin' hungry too man"
"Ah fuck it, let's just go in"

Diabolic, Grillz
One time, check it

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

I'm the prototype genetically for overnight celebrity
On open mics, flowin' like a poltic <--(?) ice's possessing me
Cold as ice, especially when cobras bite the recipe
I'm throwin' rights and lefts 'till we know your life expenstacy (blah)
So get all the social lights <--(?), Corona Light, and Hennesee
While I do more than save the game, I overwrite the memory (haha)
By takin' rappers seen in your favorite magazine
And chokin' all these jerk-offs to death like David Karadean
Spittin' flame and kerosean, hot as solar gases
Sending shock waves, makin' Earth reverse it's polar axis (damn)
Search the global atlas for a verse as dope as that shit
And I will dig a hole in the dirt and close the casket (faggot)
My flow is total madness, deep as ?? craters
Showing no mercy unless perfoming youthanasia
You should save yourself, pray for help, it's human nature
But when I'm raisin' hell there ain't a god who could save ya (amen)

Chorus - Diabolic:

I wanna get drunk, I wanna get high
I wanna get paid, I wanna get by
I wanna get laid, I wanna get mine
Fuck it I'mma do my thing 'till the day I die

[samples: Diabolic. Joe Grillz. Hip-Hop. Underground.]

[Verse 2 - Grillz:]

I'm repayin the gods, I'm just playin' my cards
Waitin' for a happy ending like an Asian massage
I'm higher that Saprono like I'm made in the mob
I drink myself oblivious, creating a slob
And you're hating me hard, for all the things that I do
And I'm just drinkin' my brew, and I'mma thinkin' of you
I'll eat you up like a cannibal, fixin' some stew
Make ya not forget my name like I'm makin' tattoos
I hunt you in the stand, like I'm hunting for Bambi (where are you)
You pushed your luck coming up with nothing but whamys
I'm slappin' you pansy, like the Three Stouges
After a night bender it's like slappin' three losers
I'm causin' casualties like foreign tragedies
You're like a born Anamityville <--(?) with demons pouring out of me
I know you're mad at me, but I don't care
I'm glad to be a piece of shit, hangin' around makin' people sick

[Chorus]

[Outro - Diabolic:]

See if I was a faggot rapper, I'd start singin' right now
But around here we don't do that
We just smack people and murder shit

"For most of the guys, killing's got to be accepted. Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. But sometimes even if people didn't get out of line they got whacked. I mean hits just became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguements over nothing and before you knew it one of them was dead. And they were shootin' eachother all the time. Shootin' people was a normal thing. It was no big deal"

[Strength Thru Pain]

Yo got some more, here's the Diabolic Collabos Mixtape

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01. FOUL SCIENCE [UGP]

"And this is only the beginning"

Yeah
UGP
Foul Science

[Verse 1 - Nickles:]

Yo as the night darkens, the moon shines and wovles barking
Bums drinkin' booze, phenes hit the pipes sparkin'
We hustle the blocks, but watch for the D's hawkin'
They call us creeps, so move with proceesed caution
Goons, creaps, thugs, and freaks
Heroin, crack, dope, meth, X, and lee
Just a peek of the life on these New York streets
They ?? thorough beds, your life deceased
And peace to the real fucker, die if you fake
And stand tall, to all my dudes locked in a cage
Caught in a blaze, back track, I mastered the craft
I spit and talk about the things I've seen in my past
At last I've seen a vision and followed it with precision
Won't stop 'till my soulless vision will drop you to devil's prison
My intuition dig deep into where we live in
So forget the wife, friends and may continue my mission

Chorus:

Days are shorter, nights are colder. Feeling like life, life is over - [4X]
These snakes strike like a cobra

[Verse 2 - Pot Bull:]

Yo be quiet son, I think this mothafucka right here
Dark forces turn your dreams into bloody nightmares
Streets fear no man in this Milky Way
Twist blades, skin fades and you piss away
It don't matter, brain matter gonna splatter the door
I got the option, to blow the fuckin' brain on the floor
I call out to Ev and even knock on her door
I'm on the porch, shut the lights off and crack my jaw
Turn the lights on, she soaked in blood and snot
We got cops runnin' numbers and patrollin' the blocks
It's hot like butane, over a 1000 degrees
While they rollin' with the sleeves up and burnin' these trees
At ease, we can't do it 'cause I'm trapped in hell
Another day, another body on a locked in cell
And raise hell, like Satan on the day that he fell
With the virgin Mary suckin' dick and sniffin' a rail

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Diabolic:]

Another day another body droppin'
Papparatzi clockin' life in the fast lane
I'll run in mazarotti ???
Got me plottin' on somebody poppin' oxycottin
Watchin' how it leaves him shakin' like Muhammed Ali boxing
Boxed in by cops, shotties cock shots like Bobby Johnson
To get me out the show, they got me locked in quick as Johnny Cauchran
Free like Ali Ali Oxen <--(?), I'm insane
I want John McCain and Obama slain like Saddam Hussein
Watch 'em hang as warn and tellin' haters
My back's against the wall like callin' corners in an elevator
Excelorator to the floor of this Ford
Bring the war to your door like it's Normandy shores
Diabolic, make you superstitious like some voodoo witches
With politicians hangin' off in verti crucifixs <--(?)
Stupid bitches, I'll be laughin' before I just shatter your jaw, like it ain't matter at all

[Chorus]

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02. DRUGS IS DRUGS (REMIX) [HUGH HAYES & IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE]

"Don't worry, the drugs will kick in mortal"

[police on radio] - "Yeah, yeah two units in front and three behind me. We're at the near 40, ??? is with me. He's on the 105 east down approachment 110 interchange. Just left over the number one lane. We gonna hear a 20,000." "Yes sir."

Chorus:

Drugs is drugs, can't nobody tell me different
Only the man, 'cause he controls my shipment
Get guns, strap then go the distance
Get funds, clap with no resistance
[2X]

[Verse 1 - Hugh Hayes:] "I need drugs"

Ya I'm in drug court treatment, 'cause my mind's morphined in
Drug laws got me poppin' Tylenol P.M.
Thugs all see me and they slide me off G's end
'Cause I hustle aspirin, grindin' all weekend
You cook crack, no time off, you workin' serious
I push packs of Midal in certain periods
I could smack you guys hard just for flarring up
And you could take these five bars for that papercut
Side effects crazy, take this and have babies
And all you was trying to do was treat rabies
I got the cure for aids, that's why they want to lock me up
'Cause these greedy mothafuckas gonna lose a lot of bucks
And all these pills, that's why I keep poppin' up
Your pharmacy ain't fuckin' with us, it's obvious
Can make chips off this shit I love
Either over the counter, or prescription drugs

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Diabolic]

Yo, yo, I used to go to Folton for weed bags and nicks
And break sheets of LSD to five dollar acid hits
The media calls me a lowlife, laughing at Bolic
Put coke in crack when I chopped it, put cash in my pocket
Got news reporters making sure my fuse is shorter
When china white gives me more than you could offer
The government taught ya that we scum drug dealers
A bunch of thug killas, but the truth is much realer
The truth is, we move bricks to give to you
And 10,000 packs of X topped from acidic juice
This shit is true, I move it all, drugs is drugs
Giving young bucks a hundred packs to flood the clubs
Love is love, don't ask why we cockin' these gats
You push us in a corner and expect us not to react
I watch police watching me while they lock the streets
But that don't change the fact that my daughter gotta eat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Immortal Technique:]

Yeah, I'm tryna school these young hustlers, stuck in the game
Shooting niggas over shipments that are loose change
So while you playing in snow like it's Christmas nigga
Just remember that prison is a business nigga
From the off-shore drill and platform process
The C.I.A., heroin inside Vietnam Vets
The government bring us the product that we distribute
And we become the negative image that they attribute
We need to unite soldiers and polly the hood nigga
'Cause you don't see the D.E.A. in Hollywood nigga
While the hip-hop 5/0 stuck to the penis
Tryna interrupt gang unification between us
The devils do us dirty when they not ignoring us
From Malcolm X to that muthafucka from The Warriors
The righteous among us, to the ghetto politician
Just remember that we never own the pot that we piss in, mothafucka

[Chorus]

"Everybody, him, you, you're dead already"

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03. THE PAYBACK [IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE & RAS KASS]

[Intro - George Bush:]
"Just as the Columbia we think represents man's finest aspirations, in the field of science and technology. So too does the struggle of the Afghan people represent man's highest aspirations for freedom. I am dedicating on behalf of the American people, the March 22nd launch of the Columbia, to the people of Afghanistan."

[Diabolic]

These fuckin' snakes man
Fuckin' up our lives
I'll take a piss in your oil fields
I want some motherfuckin' payback so

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

Yo, I wanna run for president, and the focal point when I'm campaigning
Is to put FEMA to work on a plantation at Camp David
Demand payment for New Orleans with the best of swordsmen
Launching missiles at the White House while Tech's performing
On the lawn and I just let 'em burn 'till death's confirmed
Laid to rest with worms 'cause otherwise they'll never learn
I'll form a cruel intent, put anthrax through the vents
From out a package I got in the mail that you just sent
But I got a better punishment for these Republicans
I'd let 'em live so they can see us overthrow the government
Let's fuck with them, have the first lady beat me off
'Till my semen's launched, then I skeet across her face like Peter North
And I won't leave a doubt what we about when I cream her mouth
Or leave her trout bleeding out on Condoleezza's couch
I'll seek this route without regrets, and drink a brew then think of you
'Cause if it's the last fuckin thing I do I'll...

[Hook: sample - I wan't to pay you back....]

[Ras Kass]

Yeah, Immortal Technique, Rassy
Nigga, I never forget nothing nigga

[Verse 2 - Ras Kass:]

Fifty-one percent of the World Bank is owned by the US treasury
Robbing third world countries out all they resources and equity
When Afghanistan was fighting the Russians
Reagan and Bush gave Bin Laden weapons and told him get to bussin
We even called 'em freedom fighters
Financed the cost with CIA imported cocaine
That whole Iran Contra Scandal, niggas took the blame
Started a war on drugs
Meanwhile Russia's defeated, America thinks more oil for us
Take over, set up a public government, Arabs ain't bearing it
So the same freedom fighters, George W. call 'em terrorists
Poetic justice, payback's a bitch, these fuckin' hypocrites
Like Bill O'Reilly, right-wingers deserve what they get
Rush Limbaugh, drug addict, Giuliani, sex scandal
I wanna thank white supremacists then show you how my tech's handled
My neck's nano-technologically designed
It spits SARS to all you stupid ass execs that capital resigned

I am vindictive, faggots!

[Immortal Technique]

Huh, hahaha
Yeah I got something for you motherfuckers haha
You want it? HERE YOU GO!

[Verse 3 - Immortal Technique:]

The first payback that I would accomplish
I'd draft children from the senate and congress
Pompous religious right made suicidal
When I exposed Joe Cephas for ghost writing the Bible
Making nuclear silos, bomb the world with hydro
Chinese dragon sized blunts in Maracaibo
Huh, and everyone flashing a gun on a DVD
I'd make them niggas shoot it out with NYPD
And every fucker that didn't buy my CD
I'd stab the revolution in their neck with an IV
See me, own the world, I'd give it back to the poor
I'd give a last name to every single son of a whore
Hard to the core, fuck with the gamers
Niggas pop on they block but they globally nameless
I'd show the hood real gangsters and make 'em famous
Langley Virginia, where my connect for cocaine is
I'd make everybody fuckin' have the world darkening
I make rap-about lyrics, not beats and marketing
Replace every raped virgin's broken hymen
Holding the beers reclining, while they choke on they diamonds
My designing's like Francis Ford Coppola rhyming
Building a universe inside solitary confinement
I'd reverse Rockefeller laws and bring Mumia home
And serve the President freestyling off of the dome

A message to the outgoing president
Hey I got a great idea nigga... Kill yourself
Hahaha, you know it's so funny, I thought about it the other day
You should probably kill yourself
Ah why don't you kill yourself?
Hahahahahah, kill yourself

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04. GAME FOR YEARZ [UGP]

"We want one thing. We declare our rank on this earth, to be a man, to be a human being, to be respected as a human being, to be given the rights of a human being. In this society, on this earth, in this day, which we intend to bring into existence, by any means necessary."

Chorus:

Venomous game for years
It may be a venomous game for years
It may be a venomous game for years
I may be an animal, there's rules to this shit
I wrote me a manu - this game for years
It may be a venomous game for years
It may be a venomous game for years
I may be an animal, there's rules to this shit
I wrote me a manual

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

Read the prophecy, I believe the streets are watchin' me
Like police with a warrant to search and seize my property
The demon side of me exhales a breath of smoke
When I fill the beat in my chest like a stethascope, check my pulse
My neck is broke from the weight that's on my shoulder blades
And I'll hold the rage close, 'till I go from broke to paid
Seen the coldest days, how life came and life changed
Broke the mold, told Satan my soul's out his price range
I'm prone to violence if a soldier broke the code of silence
Shed an ultraviolet, 'till you open both your eyelids
I've been nice since your mama made you rock pajamas
You's was playin' cops and robbers, tell your team not to bother
I'll chop ya rock star imposters, pass the actors
That I smash and fracture up inside a trash compactor
Ain't no manufactured rapper for the industry
The simple shit I spit for free will let me live in infamy

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Nickles:]

Nowadays the games kind of fucked up in the rap gallery
Head honchos are calling the game of casualties
So I load up the pump, pop and clickin' mallory
Natural born killer, coming thru with my armory
Wat up, yo it's Nicks, walk ya pop like a tray 8 <--(?)
Rock the spot doc, make it hotter than hell's gates
Po-Po on the seen, I'll be alley like eight eights <--(?)
Fuck the case, fuck the jake, I'll bluff with a straight face
No time to get locked up, it's time to replaced, so
Tighten your lace, prepare for the worst
To all you weak MC's, I'mma take you to church
Rap is my weapon, leave you in the back of a hearse
Rap's been in my veins, since the day of my birth
Took it in with the first deep breath on the earth
Been in the game, so fall back, you're gonna get hurt
Sign, Nicks mothafuckas, yo I put in my work

[Chours]

[Verse 3 - Pot Bull:]

I've been in this game for years, I think I'm losing my mind
I tried too many times, but they just too blind to see me
Believe me, it's the skills that you're lackin'
Your bones crackin', and you ain't packin' no pistols
I'll whip you, slick your girl up like Crisco
And switch flows, you don't want to dance at this disco
Bitch ho, that's what you are to me
Pardon me, but your rhymes styles is garbage B
I'm retarded, I'm startin' the fuckin' revolution
I'm pollutin', start movin' your neck to the sound that be oozin' out the speakers
Leaders of blood get spilled out the tweet
As my sneakers placed on your grill
Everytime I'll rip the mic line, I'm devine
Light shine, in hindsight, vision don't pay it no mind
I told y'all, I run with a sick team
And this beat chopped up like lettuce and swiss cheese

[Chorus]

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05. UNREASONABLE [RHYME ASYLUM]

Diabolic, Rhyme Asylum
Foul Play bitch

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

There's no question if I'm ill or not, unfold the killer's plot
To blind the eye on the pyramid, and destroy the bulding blocks
I take Tequila shots with six packs of Miller
And you're no match catapillars attacking silver back gorillas
It's like a storm swept in the form of a war weapon
Who'd have your broad stressin', chasin' my balls like dogs fetchin'
Born legend, swingin' liquid swords with the force
Of missiles launchin' up Pacific northwest collision course
I'm not like the rest, I'm cut from a different cloth
Worshiped like a christian corpse nailed to a religious cross
You've bitten off more than you can chew, your shit is soft
You hear the hunger in my voice, I hear the bitch in yours
I don't dance with the devil, I'm just sittin' back
Clickin' gats, poppin' his choreographer on hidden tracks
Rippin' cats with scurmish plasm and leather face
While Cyclone and Possessed disgrace anyone who test their fate

Chorus:

Test your fate, give me a reason to set it straight
Give me a reason to make your body levitate
Give me a reason to teach lessons and educate
Fuck it, I'mma leave you bleedin', I don't even need a reason
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

Switch stars and stripes and American eagles
Arm the president's people, with carvinizing heroin needles
Delay the afterlife, suspending the sequel
Self injecting the lethal T Virus in Resident Evil
Vicious jackyl, black zodiac, star sign
The horse whisperer turning paegan's sister to dark side
In a state of lunacy, literally losing my mind
I had to ?? an affair with Lucifer's wife
I sleep by and sing on sharpened javalings <--(?)
Who needs a passport when you're born with dragon's wings
God forsaken angel, when it comes to blood
I'll drink Dracula under the operating table
Turn eternal hell fire to ice
High as a kite, smokin' the blunt side of a knife
There's a mouth raw for the cats and spines, parasites
Feeding off the decaying corpse of the anti-christ

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo, I suspect I'm losing the plot
Sleep with a battle axe, and rest my head on an executioner's block
Refuse to be a flash in the pan
When opportunity knocks I'll bang back with battering rhymes
View the future for all seeing eyes, unshieve <--(?) my knife
Carve the date of my death in the tree of life, Jesus Christ
If I get cold feet, I'll walk on water 'till I turn the sea to a sheet of ice
Pry open the jaws of depression, force whole packs of Prozac
Washed down with scorpion venom
Sorcerer with a morbid obsession
Four notorious henchmen guard their ?? doors of perception
I'll turn Broke Back Mountain to Hamburger Hill
Fuck a blacksmith I form jaxes from nerves of steel
Embodiment of the correct platoon <--(?)
Fuck sexual diseases, my ejaculation leaves exit wounds

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]

Yo head semi-dettached of Mertrum <--(?) The Great
The living deceased in a permenant state of murderous rage
I was burned at the stake, rose from the ashes
With the thirst of human flesh, no emotional baggage
No close companions, don't show compassion
Unleashing my demons, secretly seeking holy saction
Straight hardcore, never did follow law
The insane and sagely soul and face god of war
It's been this way forever, a basement dweller
Forever plotting my apocolyptic reign of terror
Possess the emperor throne, trecherous soul
Reclaim supreme state, and reasend <--(?) to the throne
The night of the living dead, you'll die a horrific death
Your last image of ?? finger lighting a cigarrette
It's Diabolic and Rhyme Asylum in full effect
Will never compromise B silence to put to rest

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06. GANG INITIATION [AWAR & POISON PEN]

[Intro - Poison Pen:]

Live from the Beat X
Awar
We got the Fallen Angels
We got Triple Optix
We got Stronghold
That's what's poppin' yo
Diabolic, Poison Pen, Awar
Let's take 'em to war yo
Take 'em to war yo

[Verse 1:]

I'm here, stainless steel ice grill, razor proof skin
Do a show in hell, raise the roof with enough space to move in
Walkin' with Satan's troops, I'm color changing your mood rings
Raid the food in your fridge with a sabor tooth grin
Chomp it down, I'll make your smile mold a necklace
And kick a black hole in your solar plexus, on my stomping grounds
You speak Islamic now, rap in a broken language
Translating Bin Laden in a Pig Latin and ten axes
And a pimp's passion, walk with a little limp action
Sprinklin' baby powder on mits for my assistant pimps who get distracted
I'm ??, and if I said it I meant it
I'll have your girl missing periods like a run on sentence
So keep your guns on the entrance, or play lazer tag with inferreds
The kiss of death, serving molatauf cocktails in hell's kitchen
Lethal weapon like Mel Gibson
Death to the fate of your ruler
'Cause my fam drops enough gems to bankrupt Jacob the jeweler
Wake up your medula, you don't toke glocks, you smoke cocks in the industry
Your infantry sounds like a bunch of broke Pacs
?? never sold rock but I got your souls locked on a triple beat, like ya blown hops to smithareans

Chorus - Poison Pen:

?? y'all, put ?? on the back of your throat
Jump y'all, you think that we crackin' a joke
Stuff y'all, rough y'all, cut y'all, crush y'all
??? what the fuck y'all
[2X]

[Verse 2 - Diabolic:]

Yo, cops are lookin' for an excuse to call reinforcements
So proceed with caution, or see a coffin
I'll read your fortune, I can see the future
Squeeze a ruga, serve beef like Peter Lugar
D's and troopers, the first of three targets
To get set up framed, for first degree charges
Any rapper you put verses me garbage
I'd rather serve or pee and burn the weed harvest
You cannot be hood, you Hollywood pussy
Well Bolic just want that Hollywood pussy
I could rap for weeks, y'all just rappin' weak
You ain't have the streets, you had 'em fast asleep
I ain't blastin' heat, na I slash and butcher
'Cause y'all punk bitches like Ashton Kutcher
Diabolic, man with the shortest fuse
Defeat's out my price range, can't afford to lose
Money talks, it speaks and I listen
And life's the bitch with bare feet in my kitchen
Screamin' and bitchin' so I'm plottin' for wealth
Gettin' bars off my chest like I'm spottin' myself

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Awar:]

Yo, my optical stance, standin' at the top of the planet
Hip-Hop's the only obstacle in the ways of dollars I can't get
If I gotta pack confised ?? to profit off the promise land
To blow up popsicle stands, slayin' contraband
I'll get my chance yeah, you smile for the media
Blurb about the jewels he havin'
I'll get your smile in a mediums, and curve your enthusiasm
'Cause I flirt with death, like the Grin Reaper had a trim beaver
I work out tracks like a gym teacher's new receiver
I make your protojays, slit your throat with your shoulder blade
Motivate cultin' visions, because when inside and out and it's the only ultimatum
And every degenerate knows, I won't rest my dome
With airwaves flooded with my genetic clones
When the name Awar rest in peace is etched in the headstone
The beats bang like Gang Initiation
Free Easy Duke <--(?), scream he's the truth while I infixiate your breathing tube
Y'all barricading the door, I'm gettin' my foot in, please excuse
Or I'll serenade with Golden Shower footage <--(?), I want my P's and Q's
Pen, Bolic, Awar equal get scars missing
Get demolished, if you ain't real we'll beat you 'till a pulp fiction

[Chorus] - 2X

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07. BELIGNORANT [POISON PEN & IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE]

Yeah..

Poison Pen, Stronghold, Diabolic
Teach <--(?) out to Immortal Technique
DJ Static
?? this baby
Pick Your Poison, Who's The Master

We coming for yall muthafuckaz...

[Verse 1 - Immortal Technique:]

Immortal Technique nigga, I’m back with a vengeance
I put you on parole, you won’t get to finish your sentence
The prognite stick beat-down will be relentless
From Iraqi trenches, to the park benches
You don’t want drama, my niggas is like piranhas
That’ll leave your momma looking like the Central Park jogger
Rolling a blunt, in a Pakistani cave with Osama
While they walk you on the phone with Bush and his father
Ya’ll muthafuckaz don’t know what belignorant is
We mad at the world like illegitimate kids
Slap you up, Harlem style, and spit on your whizz
Punch a hole in your chest and rip out your ribs
So don’t talk shit pussy, just see me in person
I bleed you for certain, nigga I believe you was cursing
Rehearsing your battle verses and talking reckless
You better stay in a place that got metal detectors
Bitch, you don’t hit switches, you switch sexes
Fuck Jacob The Jeweller, I gave your mom a pearl necklace
Write with a Poison Pen, this shit's infectious
Wicked like a catholic bishop without repentance
Bitches who like bougy attention, I don’t need
I stay in the hood, like niggas that don’t read
Technique and Diabolic’ll put you in a hospital
Unplugging your fuckin' life-support module

[Verse 2 - Diabolic:]

Yo, Diabolic, I laugh at life death and anguish
And stay talkin' shit like it's my second language
I drink away my stress with a case of Mic's <--(?)
Takin' more shots than 50's face and chest
Burnin' haze unless I'm out, sparkin' the chocolate
Drunk stage diving, startin' a mosh-pit
Part of my logic's dodging maisonic lodges
Or plottin' to stop in with a glock and rob it
Unlock the knowledge, human sacrifice
While they movin' satellites with zoom-in camera sight
I lose my appetite, confused and mad at life
Actin' cool 'till I act a fool and smash your wife
Belignorant, down to my mug-shot and fingerprints
Honestly, I don't give a fuck what you think of it
Go figure it, a scumbag on a preacher's frequency
I leave the reaper sleepin' peacefully for even peekin' in

[Verse 3 - Poison Pen:]

Yeah, I'm a bohemuth, a goon with brains
Wildin' out, just romp a room <--(?)
A gang stoppin' the fool who can't gut a mouth <--(?)
Old train is null and void
It's a no-brainer, we them Gully <--(?) Boys
Get a grip prick, I care about what
With a brick fist, push it with hair in the duck poison puff <--(?)
Don't think the man should
I would do that dope smoke, while the trees so damn good
It's a reflex, I leave a legacy
I'm Brooklyn like the D Steps, flash ??
Snatch begets, this hatchet that I got
Order ??, or trashcan <--(?) while they grab their neck
I ain't no gansta rapper, I'm a rapper that's gangsta
We make cadavers out of your favorite bastards
There's so much pussy 'round here, I don't know who to blast
It's kind of strong, it'll leave you kind of fucked
Yo there's ?? of us, I say ?? too much
I don't writes raps on loosely, playbook
Since I got my side contager, why use paper
Yo I come to your town (knuckle you up)
Then knuckle you down (throw your hood up)
I'll burn your hood down, do not try it
We can re-inact it the ?? ??
I grab my gloves, hit the block with straight ground hood niggas
You in the club, puffin' cock, straight grind on niggas
Your flow, got a lot of fag in it
So I got flammable Bibles with a rag in it
I'm a Frugu <--(?) dude, ha you know that
I'll cop a dozen tomorrow, save for 2012
And front like it's the dough bad <--(?)
You know that when I rock it <--(?) you hear that Rocky theme music
What they bop to is Mr. Soapy Clean music, bitch
Boy why ya scared, 'cause I'm 'bout to ?? ?? ??
And we weigh 300 plus, or four of y'all mothafuckas is like one of us, dudes

One day or another, I'mma find you, I'mma getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One day or another, I'mma find you, I'mma getcha

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08. DEATH WILL COME [BROOKLYN ACADEMY & LOU CIPHER]

Turn the beat up a little for me dawg
Yo it's Lou Cipher
Brooklyn Ac baby, what
Block McCloud, Diabolic
Pumpkinhead, Will ??
It's Lou Cipher, what's good
Yo I'm coming in right now, ?? ??

[Verse 1 - Lou Cipher:]

Yo insane with the speech, so when I lace pain on the beat
There's flames that I speak, 'till fire rains in the streets
Stay on the creek, the rage of a beast
I came to see your fame will be brief, and leave you layin' in peace
Don't go to war now, you couldn't score on fourth down
Now watch how the four pound
I'll have an angel's halo torn down, and turned to a thorned crown
'Cause Cipher's wit, makes me the type you don't want to cipher with
Plus the pen's moving quick like Michael Vick, when I'm writing shit
Smooth when I hustle, get your idols ripped and titles stripped
By by a titan's fist with the tightest grip
Have you see how hopeless a life this is
Give up and slice your wrist in front of your wife and kids
Now you can agree that I'm nice with this
I'll let punk rock, and take this break to light your spliff

[Verse 2 - Pumpkinhead:]

?? give a, Pumpkinhead to pick it a little
Violent when I'm sippin' on liquor, I'll kick in your liver
Plus I got the ichiest trigger, the piggiest <--(?) killer
Son of Sam run the land, like a richy-rich type of nigga
Part of the act, type to shoot your heart thru your back
Boss on the track, the beer drinker, Steve Austin of rap
They callin' me back, they all want me to sign but they fake
In each state, I burn emcees like a Philly cheese steak
You bitch, the type to walk to B.K. to buy me cheese steak
This kid's buggin', easy to bake like kid's ovens
Y'all easy to break, fuck like fifth cousins
The shit I spit's tsunami rap, that'll lift London

Chorus:

Death will come to those who try to oppose this
?? out the norm and 'bout to bomb you
Take out on you, all the bullshit I've gone thru
On queue, DO WHAT WE WANT TO
[2X]

[Verse 3 - Diabolic:]

Yo, the reason why my team seen as live
Every opponent forfeits like between 3 and 5
Be advised, I'll murder you, the final deadly sin
Be at the gates of heaven screamin', Jesus let me in
But it's all right, I know you want me to take my own life
Then haunt your notebook, so you don't got to pay me to ghost-write
I hold spite, you playin' the role like dice games, I'm breakin' the mold
Told Satan my soul's out his price range, your beliefs will shatter
As the so-called deepest rappers, feeble data is made equal to fecal matter
See who captures fate fastest, escapes a straight jacket
Says fuck the world, and fathers and other eight planets
Scan my D.N.A. fabric, clone the genes attacked
Then introduce me to the result so I can meet my match
It's Diabolic, PH, Cipher and Block
The same soldiers, it's game over, like it or not

[Verse 4:]

My speech is mean, but I ain't even reach a teen
Ain't a lot of curse, so my verse is squeeky clean
It's all fresh, before puberty my thoughts is naughty
The little-ist thug, walkin' with the shortest shorties
And me, Chief ?? always lookin' sporty
'Cause the girl make you cry like I'm Georgy-Porgy
Na not a mother, you guys should just bow out
'Cause I get small puppy love like Lil' Bow Wow
At the Brooklyn Ac pow wow, I stole the show
And I could steal Juliet from little Romeo
Don't you know, I rock bling-bling
Lock it like sing-sing mess <--(?) (dude you rule)
I'll kick 'em in the ding-ding

[Verse 5 - Block McCloud:]

Block McCloud I brain storm thoughts, I get 'em and ??
You can't hang, so you just hang your head and you soak
Make you want to kill yourself, like I'm the head of a cult
Poison is better to go, quick then you're dead as a boat
Got it on lock, like a federal vote
I'll let the revolt, and got more green than the Incredible Hulk
After all these years still ain't missin' a step
Lift up my lift, give you a swift kick in your chest
My best foot forward, chicks are impressed, they listen and wept
Give 'em a peck, a kiss on they neck, then lick on they breasts
They lift up they slippin' in dress
Give me a wiff, if it's fish, I'mma stop
I'm with of the best of scratch and sniff
Brooklyn Ac we give you the checks from the underground
The dunjeon sound where the prisoner's kept
A season vet, see if you can keep and step
I got E's for effort, 'cause I was the teacher's pet
She would pet me, I'd keep her wet
She would let me squeeze her breast at recess, then peek the test
In between breaths on top of the desk
She said Block you're the best, and taught me 'bout the opposite sex
I rock and I rap, Brooklyn Ac, hear me when I ??
I'm not just a rapper, I'm also the chairman of the board
I'm Block-a-holic, pyschotic flows wide like fiber optic
With Lou Cipher, Pumpkinhead, and Diabolic

[Chorus]

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09. COPLAND [POISON PEN, FATZ DA ASSASSIN, GOODTIME SLIM, & IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE]

[Intro - Poison Pen:]

Uh-huh, yeah, I represent Da Circle
This go out to Fuzz, the Jake, po-po
One time, them boys
Haha, better known to y'all as the beast
Yeah, uh-huh, check it

[Verse 1 - Poison Pen:]

40 to a pig's head <--(?), get in the crib
Hit the lamp post, and took a 40 yard piss
So sit twice, that's good
Can't keep my cock out, turn the boogie
This rookie flat foot, had his glock out
Damn it's so wild, you wildin'
You all gung-ho, for that bum ass 25,000
Should of got a job at Staples, stockin' shelves
4 to 12, get you the safe paper
Here's the idea, I'm Poison Pen, yeah stay right there man
I live with no string, breath easy
You get loud, I get loud back
You calm down, you get wild, I get wild back
No disrespect to the kid, I get ?? as fuck
Especially when my record is clean
Patted me down, deputes stacks
Half for me, got her realize only got two g's back, damn

[Verse 2 - Diabolic:]

I hate muthafuckin’ cops like Justin Vowby and Richard Murphy
So I paid a prostitute to fuck ‘em slowly and give ‘em herpes
Protect and serve me 'cause I pay taxes right
Instead they go 730, and beat me with their magna lights
It happened twice, Huntricle Station in Central Iceland
Gettin’ righteous, whoopin’ my ass with the Sheriff’s night-stick
I’d rather fight than run, like Will Tarance, guest starrin’ in the precinct,
Smackin’ the death sergeant with my arrest warrants
Treated like my eyes are blind, so I do right in silent ?? time
For slittin’ cop’s throat with a badge he hides behind
It’s a sign of the times and made me a firm believer
They'll perform illegal search and seize ya take your work and beat ya
I rolled up on a cop with a stolen go-kart and hit him so hard
He rico-shades and flips over his own patrol car
Call for back-up, I won’t run when I hear the iron blast
I’ll just laugh when I see them muthafuckin’ sirens flash


[Verse 3 - Goodtime Slim:]

Ayo secretly assaulted, decieving ghetto orphans
Momma ran the righteous equivalent to abortions
Remain silent, the law which you pretend to be
Public defenders, with no interest in defendin' me
Whatever happened with to each is own
Your timeline of corruption stretchin’ reach their own
This ain’t Julius Ceaser, seize and assist pa
These don’t exist if police cuff my wrist pa
I got patience, got a strong resolve
But if all else fail, got the chrome revolved
In revolvalution, upholds my constitutional rights
If you think they playin’ fair you delusional
I cause contusions to coppers, who confuse a few
Make they black bruise ooze white puss like a Suzy-Cue
I’m like the big bad wolf to these piglets, with no resentment
A co-defendant of the ??


[Verse 4 - Fatz Da Assassin:]

Four cops, 41 shots, 19 hit the frame, close range
One unarmed man, like ?? poll
My scriptures beat the Gospel
Protect and serve, mathematically impossible
Continuous oppressive procession, latin and nigga depression
Is now your condition
Resist arrest, they got ya number, get your teeth knocked out
Four astericks on a plunger
Coward bastards got me pulled over in traffic
Talkin’ sarcastic, smithies’ on they ratchets
I speak for the niggaz and spics, dudes and chicks
Without the badge and gun, you ain’t shit
Crime scene alterations, cover-up altercations
That end in homicide with no justification
Political agendas achieved though economic
P.O.L.I.C.E spell pigs in ebonics


[Verse 5 - Immortal Technique:]

We were swallowed by the system for 500 summers
In order to satisfy Europe and Americas hunger
The preach-hate police state gives football numbers
But it’s always probation, for the rich, white
New generation of pill-poppin’ politicians that make a donation
The segregation of drug offenses prevent their incarceration
You can’t justify your liberation, 'cause you’re the incarnation of Jefferson Davies' nation
The Justice System is a plantation, the Blue-Klux-Klan overseers beat us lifeless
I wish someone would rape a cop with a night-stick
Side swipe you in Central Park and get your bike flipped
You pretend to be righteous and use torture devices
In Chicago, New York and down in the south of course
Use to hunt us for sport, now we takin’ the court
With some trumped-up charges added in the report
‘Cause you hopin’ that we cop a plea
You can keep your fake rehabilitation philosophy
Fuck prison, my freedom is prophecy
So I’m drivin’ with the pump-shot cocked in Copland
With heavy-metal screamin’ out like a Rock band
‘Cause if you don’t respect me, then I don’t respect you
And if you don’t protect us, then it will affect you
Each bullet is a scalpel and it will dissect you

You muthafuckas know what it is
Immortal Technique, Da Circle
Harlem, Brooklyn
Back again muthafucka
We ain't takin' no shit from no pig mothafucka
You heard that nigga
Immortal Technique
'Fuck out of here

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10. NATIONAL EMERGENCY [UGP]

"Fire one, back the fuck up. Nigga smack that mothafucka. Get your mind right mothafucka. Can't believe this shit. Who the fuck told you to talk man? I'll smack you out of your dumbass."

Chorus - Diabolic:

National emergency, get your riot gear
Fuck the cops, fuck the world, we gettin' high in here
Get the party poppin', when it dies I appear
To bring this shit back to life, yo the time is near
[2X]

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

I've been skitzin' lately, driven crazy, a bit insane
By shady politicians kissin' babies like Lil' Wayne
Shit'll change all the pixles in your picture frame
Twist your brain, and leave visions of Jesus with a pistol aimed
We all kind of live the same read and god scroll
We both feed on steamin' hot coals leavin' pot holes
And God knows, I'll reap what I sow, the truth is unfair
The dude who moved in upstairs, is sayin' "who the fuck cares"
Fuck yeah, I drink to hide the pain, to think on higher planes
Teary eyed, the sky just rains fire, what a cryin' shame
Got the game in iron chains, I will not acquire fame
I will die in vain, like anybody's killed the vibal strain
I won't change, I'll do something drastic with a gun and blast it
At every frontin' faggot, New York rapper with a southern accent
This drunken bastard got suicidal tendencies
Survivin' mentally like I knew I'd die eventually

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Nickles:]

I'm 'bout to start a revolution, I'm introducing the kids of nussaince
Fuck the law, I'll raise a fire, tear the Constitution
And smash confusin' when I step inside the booth abusin'
I'll leave you oozin', it's proven doggie, my screws are loosin'
They want to lock me and drop me inside a institution
You couldn't stop me, I'm Rocky, homie there's no solution
There's no excuse, there ain't a thing about my life amusing
I'm not a human, I'm a super guy, an evil mutant
I got the power to steal on top of the tallest towers
Black skies made it rain, it's fuckin' fire showers
Now I'm back with the mac strapped in the Cadillac
Hear that click-clack, that's the beam aimed at your cateract
Fuckin' maniac, a little off in the brainiac
My life's fucked up, got me pill poppin' a Zaniac
So fuck the world 'cause we all gonna die in here
Let's get it poppin', everybody get your riot gear

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Pot Bull:]

It's a national emergency, I know who you are
I'm talkin' surgery, to remove your fuckin' memory card
You mentally scarred, I'm livin' like it's meant to be hard
I wake up early in the morning feelin' Federally charged
I'm heavilly armed, 'cause I don't really trust these bad souls
You assholes, should've looked past the cash flow
My sample, but naturally you shook and trample
My ammo's tucked in these crooks and castles
We spill it out into the street, body your face kid
The real shit, you can't even try to fake it
You naked, strip you like a bitch, it's payment
The livest mothafuckas underneath this pavement
We back again, hackin' up these tracks like F Crew
I'll hex you, step aside or Nickles will bless you
It's Pot Bull, and I don't give a fuck about your lifestyle
Lights out, everybody wild the fuck out

[Chorus]

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11. N.Y. SLEEZY [UGP]

Yeah, you who it is
40 OZ (yeah, yeah), UGP (yeah, get the fuck back), Nicks (yeah), Pot Bull (yeah, that's right)

Chorus:

Don't think that you can see we (let's go)
UGP oh so crazy (why)
We from the N.Y. Sleezy (get 'em up)
It's kind of funny how we make it so easy

[Verse 1 - Nickles:]

Yo, I fuckin' bang to like heavy metal, visions on another level
Thoughts of a raging devil, scorch like a blazin' ghetto
It's Nickle-Bags, and I'mma tell you this one time
I'll loose my fuckin' mind like them kids in Columbine
To that, I hope you feel where I'm comin' from
Treating certified, you mothafuckas is bubble-gum
I'm a son of a gun, the father of swag
The master of disaster while I'm swingin' my flag
Yo I picture the swarm <--(?), we black hearted with guns
We got to wild the fuck out like the kids in the ??
Mentally torn, born from the drama and blues
The karma indues <--(?), the way the fuckin' lama it fools
So pardon me dude, matter fact get out my way
Verbally spray, like twin tecs right in your face
I'm ruling your space, like "why, what the fuck you gon' do"
Fuck the law, yo we sell crack, Pot Bull who rules <--(?), why

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Pot Bull:]

Yo, we at war mothafuckas, better guard the grill y'all
I'm hard like a lion, yo you're soft like a bitch dog (bitch)
And how long you think your fame gon' last
When I erase your myspace and delete all your fans (mothafucka)
I told you, I'm not fuckin' around (no)
I'm at your house with you ductaped, my sock in your mouth
I'm underground, and I don't need no air to breathe
Just give me weed, get you ??? thru an I.V.
It's likely that my whole team will spit
You want guns, we got this lyrical full clip (clack, clack)
Fuck the bullshit, I'mma let you know from the get-go (gideup)
I'm mental, I'll burn your ass like Petro
Your menstral, that I'll fist fight with fuckin' fags
I walk with my army similar to the Sons of Man
Understand, I can do this all day long
My technique's immortal <--(?), smash this shit like ping-pong

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Diabolic:]

Yo, N.Y. - M.I.C. checkin' street legend
Three seconds, and you're stuck to my pipe like weed resin (yeah)
So keep steppin', or handle the pressure of someone scannin' your retna on an ambulance stretcher (bitch)
Will spark the lead, 'till you're scarred or dead
If you brought the feds, or talk to pigs like Charlotte's Web
Y'all are soft, don't set Bolic off
Or he'll toss molataufs, and cause nuclear holocaust
So have a cocktail, while I polish off a shot
Brush my shoulders off and watch you burn from across the block (haha)
Go call the cops, and make sure they got the jaws of life to claw your wife off my cock ('fuck outta here)
Nicks brought the glock, Pot's robbin' your household
And I'm knockin' you out cold, like cops in the South Pole (blah)
Blodging a mouthful of cock in your hole
When Diabolic, El Nicks, and Pot go to war mothafucka

[Chorus]

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12. DOUBLE TEAM SHIT [LOU CIPHER]

[Lowercase = Lou Cipher / Uppercase = Diabolic]

Yeah, UH-HUH

[Verse 1:]

Yo son I got skeeze chick, with double-d tits
Some R&B that will get down on here knees quick
OH THIS SOME DOUBLE TEAM SHIT, AIGHT PEEP IT
HIDE YOUR CAMCORDER AND VIDEO TAPE IT ON THE SNEAK TIP
Please believe it this trick's on some freak shit
Once she's out of it, give secret, she starts to eat dick
I'd fuck her but wouldn't eat it, at least she's descent
HOLD UP, I'MMA TELL MY GIRL I GOT PEOPLE TO MEET WITH
(YO BABY I GOTTA BE OUT [girl talkin'] - Yo, you ain't going nowhere, I know what you're gonna go do. You're gonna fuck with bitches [starts speakin' Spanish], I don't give a fuck)
WHATEVER BITCH, I GOT TO GO NOW, CIPHER'S CAR BROKE DOWN
ON THE WAY TO DROP OFF WEIGHT TO THIS CAT HE SOLD POUNDS
I ROLLED OUT, GOT TO CIPH'S, KNOCKED, HE UNLOCKED THE DOOR
OPENED IT, "Get in here this whore just dropped her drowers"
SHE'LL LET ME HIT THAT, Yeah she likes the kid's tracks
She'll let us triz that with dick in her shit crack
WHERE'S THIS BITCH AT, She's drinkin' a six-pack
Waitin' for us to push her ribs back, STOP THE CHIT-CHAT

Chorus:

BITCHES, HOES, AND CHICKENS KNOW
IT'S THEY JOB IN LIFE TO TAKE DICK AND GO
[2X]
[girl] - It's that double team shit
Find a freak bitch
One you see fit to take some deep dick
[girl] - It's that double team shit
Find a cheap trick
One you see fit to let your peeps hit

[Verse 2:]

YO, GOT TO THE KITCHEN, SAW THIS HOT NUDE CHICK WITH HUGE TITS
AND SHAVED PUBICS, DRUNK OFF TWO SHOTS OF 90 PROOF MIX ([girl] - I'm ready for two dicks)
YEAH COME PROVE IT, SO SHE DID, DEEP THROATIN' ME IN ONE MOVEMENT
THEN ON SOME SMOOTH SHIT, I REACHED THE HUGE CLIT
Bolic move quick, I'mma stab them loose lips
SO I MOVE QUICK, WHILE SHE WAS DEEPTHROATIN' ME
I approached the G-spot next to her overies
Had her screamin' vocally, squirtin' uncontrollably
I WAS SMOKIN' TREES THAT SMELT LIKE POPARY <--(?)
SWITCH POSITIONS, LIKE LOOK AT THE JIZ SHE'S SPITTIN'
She opened, I could fit my fist in, 'till I get my wrist in
STUCK DICK IN THIS CHICKEN, 'TILL HER CHOKE STANK
THEN SHE ASKED FOR A KISS WE WE'RE LIKE "NO THANKS"
SHE SAID ([girl] - I got another hoe you can both bang)
The second she said that, her cellphone rang [phone ringing] (HAHA)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

YEAH, YO, THIS HOE PICKED UP HER CELLPHONE AND PRESSED SEND
WAS HER BEST FRIEND, WITH DOUBLE-D BREAST JEN
SHE WAS LIKE ([girl] - I got these hot guys with perfect cock sizes, it's only a two block ride, why don't you stop by?)
She chicken like pot-pie, she was with three dudes
TELL THAT BITCH DITCH 'EM AND SWING THRU WITH A GREEN TUBE
SHE GOT HERE, I ROLLED A DRO THIS HOE BROUGHT
IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, SHE WAS TAKIN' HER CLOTHES OFF
Jen stopped, put her face in her friend's twat
I HIT IT FROM THE BACK, While I got a head-knock
After my knob was polished, and this hoe was fuckin' Bolic
I ran her pockets, and took the cash from her wallet
GAVE HER A FACE SHOT, SAME OL' SONG
SAID PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON, GET OUT, SO LONG
HAD THESE TWO SLUT WHORES IN AN UPROAR
'CAUSE THEY GOT FUCKED RAW, AND KICKED OUT THE FRONT DOOR
(Get the fuck outta here, HAHA)

[Chorus]

Yeah, it's a rap
Diabolic, Lou Cipher
It's over
Brooklyn Academy
Will Tell <--(?)

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13. PERUVIAN COCAINE [IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE, PUMPKINHEAD, TONEDEFF, POISON PEN, LOU CIPHER & C-RAYZ WALZ]

[Intro: from the film "Scarface"]
[Host:] I've heard whispers about the financial support
your government receives from the drug industry.

[Guest:] Well, the irony of this, of course, is that
this money, which is in the billions, is coming from
your country. You see, you are the major purchaser of
our national product, which is of course cocaine.

[Host:] On one hand, you're saying the United States
government is spending millions of dollars to
eliminate the flow of drugs onto our streets. At the
same time, we are doing business with the very same
government that is flooding our streets with cocaine.

[Guest:] Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other
characters that are involved in this tragic comedy.

[Beat starts]

[Two Men Speak in Spanish]

[Immortal Technique - Worker]
I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
Treated like a slave, the coca fields have to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete
But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms
And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms
So I pray to "Jesus Cristo" when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine, paste and play my position

[Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss]
OK, listen Juan Valdez, just give me my product
Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct
I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged
And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad
So to feed your kids, I need these bricks
40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I [sniff]
Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue
And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials

[Diabolic - Peruvian Leader]
Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
In a third-world fascist state, lock the nation
With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see

[Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor]
Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown
It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe
Would've ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown
To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen
C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats
The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke
I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know
But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough

[Poison Pen - Drug Dealer]
I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect)
Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood
These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior
Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down)
My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot?
Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my llello
We won't stop for you bastards
Must choose (?), chop it and bag it

[Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer]
Taking pictures and tapping phones
Debating snitches and cracking codes
Past a couple, blast the fo',
Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow
And my overtime is where your taxes go
I gain your trust
Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front
On the low with cameras taping ya
Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to
Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room

[C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate]
Out the evidence room [Said with Loucipher]
Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you
You think you got work? They copping too
We control blocks, they lock countries
Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money
Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding
With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open
Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and soon
Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons
So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread
Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez
In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke
I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke
Players do favors for governors and tax makers
Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors
The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared
Not prepared to do years like Javier

[Immortal Technique Speaking]
The story just told is an example of the path that
drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in
every state of this country. It's a lot deeper than
the niggas on your block. So when they point the
finger at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell them:

[Wesley Snipes - from "New Jack City"]
I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one that's guilty. The
lawmakers, the politicians, the Colombian drug lords,
all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just
like you did with alcohol during the prohibition.
You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick
the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem.
Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing
is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big
business. This is the American way.

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14. TOO MANY RAPPERS [WRECKONIZE, NOCANDO, MAC LETHAL, GRUNGETOFU, EX-I, FRANKIE RIPTIDE, CALLIZ & SP-MOB]

[Verse 1:]

I'm sleepin' at Hotel ??, and when you see me in the lobby
You should probably shoot or drop the gun and cocky attitude and raise your dukes
Don't try to get away man, it will hurry thru
Once I got your shoes, I'll have your socks, watch and wallet too
Ha na man I'm just joshin', I also want your keys and please make sure that the gas tank in your car is full
I'm skinny and I'm slidin' too <--(?)
Only catch me in a wife-beater that fits an Ike Turner body suit

[Verse 2:]

Bullets no return, underestimated, retrograted
Hated on, song samurai, flippin' over your fences
Disentigrate sammoth <-(?), sky high above Ex <--(?)
It's menthol on the green language line <--(?), holdin' one's offenses
Brittain's best decendin' pen in hand stand
Sent and said to bend the law of physics, exclusive western connects
So-called bar henchmen turned to sloppy star benchmen
Whenever posted up to against our motives and their yes-men

[Verse 3:]

I spit to come sick with a line
Then wrappin' a mask to artists stickin' wack shit in a rhyme, bitch
You're clique's not clippin' ??
Like that shit spittin' is that shit fittin' a nine
I dis cats, no kick back, sick in the mind
I'm six cats, quicker and equipped with a mind
That blows his own self bitch, like a hip or a spine
Step and see a chit try to fit in a pine box

[Verse 4:]

I pledge to slaugher whatever the time
'Till I'm tappin' on heaven's door like I'm Gregory Hinds
And y'all vets need to hold it down, I'm fair with the ??
Fuck I've already been around, ask Gary Encore <--(?)
And it's nothing new, trends and fads
I've seen niggas pushin' ??, braggin' 'bout their Benz and Jags
Since 50 did his thing, y'all went delirius
If you took nine bullets like him you'd die, period

[Verse 5 - Diabolic:]

Bolic captured the essence, now I'm holdin' it hostage
Like a passenger stepped in, controllin' the cock-pit
I got high on your block and stopped by
Left you high tide in the ride your mom and paps drive
Very <--(?) tight tube, tail pipe thru the topside
Of the passenger window, 'till it's full with carbon monoxide
I'm startin' a rock slide with you beneath it
Survival of the fittest, there's no excuse for weakness

[Verse 6:]

Will see on the west coast, word scriptly <--(?) ?? ??
Put a sock in your tucker, you can never touch or brush against the ?? ??
I've got my mind made up and I'm stickin' to it
Bitch please, tofu taste great, so get used to it
This music, it's more than soul food
It's sold thru these penny pinchin' fingertips
The hood hustles on your tick <--(?) and you're feeling it
Go get it dumped <--(?) ??, then you're ???

[Verse 7:]

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah, what is this
Dissin' me lookin' like Bob with bitch tits
I'll make your girl my sex slave and eat the beaver
And give her pimply chest plate a cleanless steamer
Oh I tug on the ?? ?? ??
While you pissed off stuck in your battle rap days
It's not that serious, I need nine shots of whiskey
Because my girl's on her...period

[Verse 8:]

But ?? ??, wet the bubble when I squeeze the hot cum
And your ?? ain't makin' a dive
I survive by burnin' emcees alive
Along with the track style, mom <--(?), and fanbase, or any of you with your wack ??
I'll shoot a bullet at your heart's place
?? only speaks the truth
SP Clark Kent, when I enter the booth, and when I exit that's a whole different image
'Cause the ?? ??, like vikings entering to burn your women and children

[Verse 9:]

Ha, this ain't a mothafuckin' posse track
My split personality's employin' carbon copy cats
I keep your complex concepts to explain simple
Pop ??, Mac Lethal' <--(?) pay tribute 'till my brain's the number eight issue
?? ?? ??, help me with the questioning
Joe Bate <--(?) was stung by jellyfish, shouldn't get R. Kelly pissed
I drink ?? so often, like my grandpa goes gauntly <--(?)
Eight bars for me is no problem

[Verse 10:]

I'll stab you and put my cock in the brain hole, inside where's the mango <--(?) (who)
You know the monster that's sponsored by Kango
And you better find a ??
'Cause I got twice as hot since the last time you heard me
So if you think I suck don't even tell it to Brian
'Cause if you callin' me wack, you're either jealous or lying
Okay I'm tired of being nice, bring in the hack-saws
I said we're done bitch, turn the fuckin' track off

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15. MOON INTRO (ft. A WHOLE BUNCH OF MOTHAFUCKERS]

[Verse 1:]

I want black ??, black ladies <--(?), my girl pack fat grillies
In another words ?? ??, shorty got a fat pussy
So stop pushin' before I beat down from the ?? gates
Each rhyme and the ?? spin, we gotta go thru your chin
Now who would lose or win when my crew was losin'
And 'em screws is loosin', what point is you provin'
Now you can tell it when you're not plannin' on leaving
Won't rhyme, you sound like you stop scannin' and reading <--(?)
They say I curse a lot, but I'm good at workin' twats
But good <--(?), the verse is hot, take 'em to that purple spot
If you're tryin' to count pig fields <--(?) in that hot fire
Big wheels, ?? hot wire, nigga you's a hot liar
Bitch, you don't drink, you don't smoke, you don't have ?
You don't bent, you don't flow, and you don't have sex
And you ain't got next, my team's in a sick position
And Biggie ?? sellin' dude, we screw bitches
I got the biggest dick, and shit is fit for giving stitches
And if you're chick is missin', ?? ?? gettin' kisses
While I shit and piss on every loud mouth and critic
I turn your bitch black, fuck the chronic ?? ??

[Verse 2:]

Yo I don't give a fuck who your crew or man's is
Look I got the skills, I got the advantage
And I don't really need to flash my ass cheeks
Bitches spittin' lines that I just spit last week
And there ain't no gimmick to my ??
I'll see y'all fail while chokin' on your misery
Strangle a chick with a ?? ?? ??
Eat sillicone nigga, from my implants to her brain
Bitches too concerned with breakin' a toe nail
I've got the rap game locked up with no bail
Bum is the squad, bum is the lifestyle
Fox is spicy, you other hoes tight mouth <--(?)
You high, but it ain't the same
No, I spit heat like a peak of a volcano
And I do this seven days a week
Y'all only temperary like ?? ya teeth (BIATCH)

[Verse 3:]

I'm back mothafuckas better give me that dough
If you don't give me dough back dawg, blow that mac spark
Back off, black cars with black dogs
Impact, slap back, gone ?? that ??
Hughton fat <--(?) y'all, inner roots of my black thoughts
Cooler than a black ball, abusin' his ?? ??
Check back-pack pack where my strap gon'
You rap hard or Biggie <--(?) sock with that strap on
What part of the game is that dawg
I got ball like I stay on a backboard
You used to be fly like a Concord <--(?)
Copy that friend <--(?), you don't gotta stay on guard
Teach you what you don't learn in the class boy
You get chalked, but don't need no blackboard
And I'mma came up fast dawg
All ??, cancerous <--(?), my face on a passport

[Verse 4 - Diabolic:]

Yo, hold that thought (why), 'cause nobody likes it when I told 'em twice
That I'mma poltic ice, then rose to life like the ghost of Christ
Cold as ice, when cobras bite my soul for spite
It's me against the world dawg, and I'm 'bout to throw the fight
Despite what I know is right, I'm Jehovah's prototype
Gone bad, who'd bone your wife watchin' ??
Who got me, two shotties, two cottie <--(?) motor bike
Ride or die, knives are high, lookin' for a throat to slice
On the coldest night walkin', wife-beater and shorts
Sweatin' bullets, out-numbered, tryin' to even the score
I've seen it before, alter-ego, double teaming a whore
Beatin' it raw, while the hoe screams for the lord (Oh God)
I'd aim a ?? towards you, but the heat cost me a grip
So I got knuckle game like I'm sweet talkin' your face
Don't come out your league, talkin' gun powder, please
You only spit shells when you're chewin' sun flower seeds (mothafucka)

[Verse 5:]

I'm runnin' from the law, my rhymes stay in trouble
Barbwired shut doors, broke straight thru the muzzle
Can't catch me son, 'cause I move to fast
You confused like apes when they look thru glass
I break mafias down, got something to teach ya
Speakin' not good enough, got guns that'll reach ya
My pen sheds tears, lay rhymes and stencils
Got plenty of lead, like mechanical pencils
I'm not in the mood so don't ask for commentary
Like beggin' niggas for food, when they got no ??
Raise a man with no force, got palms that'll clap him
Fuck interviews, you want to know me, pick up my album
Sell dimes to ace, got plenty [dollars <--(?) in Spanish]
Got my finger crossed tight like [words in Spanish]
Roll blunts when I rhyme, I stay weeded
The only time you put your hood up is when your car overheated

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16. THE DEVIL'S WAITING (REMIX) [BLACKHEART]

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

Yo, Long Island test sites, Suffolk's microchip children
While NASA will get site of the triple six building
It's built in, hustle or fall fast
Stick 'em to a modern caste system where cash the past wisdom
Fascism covered in coagulated blood
When aggravated thugs bless contaminated love
Nuttin' barricades the flooded drugs thru the populess
Politics producing hollow tips, induce apocalypse
Chew and swallow it, I'm chasing truth
But the Jaycent group stole exibit A and erased the proof
Soldiers lace your boots, the anti-Christ seven signs
Next in line, so I manifest the stress defined
The architect's design kept your mind in confinement
Finding time to strip cloud nine's silver lining
But still we're climbing, a mountain of lies, most kids plummit
I reached Dit's Summit <--(?), only to take a piss from it

Chorus:

I've been falling, no one to help me up
Gone <--(?) for self, 'bout to self destruct
I felt corrupt, seekin' revalation
When I noticed, around every corner the devil's waiting
[2X]

[Verse 2 - Blackheart:]

Trying to get my mind free, God be testing me
'Cause his devil mentioned me
I don't know which one my enemy
I got a tendency to carry weaponry
Falling into temptation, seeking revelation
Left in isolation, need improper navigation
Let my soul rise like levataion, to my destination
From a population based on fabrication
Exiles in our own nation
Brainwash you and Sue, called education
We close examination, now it's in my obligation
Had to put together what was lost in translation
Hell on Earth, facing tribulations
I think me and God lost all communication
Always misinterpetaion of my affiliation, guilty by association
Everywhere I look the devil waiting
Want to see me wet like precipitation
Accumulation here to rot my concentration
Enter into my conversations
But there's no negotiation, too much dedication
You get caught in desperation
Hold it down like the law of gravitation, create illumination in any situation
'Cause it's vital like blood circulation in a clear respiration
Years of observation, I seen a lot of false speculation
Blackheart and Diabolic, lethal combination, bring complete annihilation

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17. DON'T SLEEP [BROOKLYN ACADEMY & JEAN GRAE]

[samples - Don't sleep. We will kill you, as we're creepin' thru the night. Don't weep <--(?). Hide into your bedroom. Go ask him <--(?), creepin' thru the night]

Yeah, Brooklyn Ac bitch, yeah
Yo Will Tell, it's fire son
Block McClezy, Block McCloud, check this

[Verse 1 - Block McCloud:]

Ayo I ?? ??, tic toc, 'round the clock, buildin' block
Been around the block a couple times with this hip-hop
Young chap, chipper with a tongue flap like flip-flops
Guns claps, spit shots, it's not a comeback
I've been here, ten years, yours truly, sincere
Spittin' in your ear, you're hearin' drip tears, you're in smears
Unreadible, some featurible, and some of y'all eating 'till you're full
I'm the truth, unbeatable
Got the proof, y'all not the truth son
Got the Juice [or jews] contact out, though I do
Watch Block produce beats that's got your goose cooked
Just like cops in high pursue, best cat to spit since Dr. Seuss
Unlock it, gun cock it, shoot it to some block
Run thru your crew, and you're chick is with my cocka-doodle-doo
Man your chick's done flew the coop, tuta-loo
Magic sticker, voodoo too, have her jumpin' thru some hula-hoops
Bummin' 'cause they ?? ?? and I say give me the loot
Or they get honey <--(?) in they tummy like they Winey The Pooh
Skip to my lou, skip to my lou, I'm sick with the flu
Spit, sip on my juice, kids bit it
Chip on they tooth, chip on they tooth, I'm slick with it loose like
Chicks on the deuce, you're wrist slitted (bitch)

Bitches, you haven't slit your wrist yet? C'mon you're not dead? C'mon die.
This is Brooklyn Ac, Black Panthers
Yo we coming thru, we got a new member in the crew to spit.
Who's that?
Yo what's you're name son? Tell me.
Diabolic
Get 'em. Who you rep?
Brooklyn Academy, Yo
C'mon, yo spit that

[Verse 2 - Diabolic:]

Ride or die, I die to ride, but got to high to drive
Jumped in the driver's side, made a six and five collide
And I survived as my own violent co-pilot
In the passenger seat, blastin' the heat while I ghost ride it
Hit a tree, crash it, smash the dash's cheap plastic
Kill your boy and still avoid a six foot deep casket
Complete savage, on the streets with E tablets
While D's in a green Caprese Classic three past it
It seems drastic, drunk in L.I.E. traffic
Forced to wreak havoc, with an ounce a week weed habit
But I keep at it, chase paper with a straight razor
Stumble home late night, and hate life a day later
'Cause life's a bitch, who only treat you right when you twice as rich
But if you're broke, she'll cut your throat and slice your wrists
I'm might just flip, grab a B cop by the weak spot
And drag him thru three blocks while other police watch
For warning, punks who grill like George Forman
'Till my four horsemen kick they second floor door in
Where cats record, smash the chord <--(?), snatch your broad
And choke you with the R.C.A. jack attachment chord
Y'all are strapped for war, clappin' back and fourth
As a last resort, I'll stab you with a plastic fork
But the streets is watchin', lots of birds gots some words
So while the Block observes, I'mma lock his optix nerve
Just watch and learn, snatch a glock from a cop's holster
Shower shots over the entire pop culture
I'm supposed to rap, see I knew my soul was blessed
When I could hold my breath long enough to see you choke to death
Both hands around your throat glands for a few crumbs
Drunk off Burbon, searchin' for stores to booze from
I ain't ask for nothing, school myself to catch corruption
Friends who'd snipe me, and wifey passing judgement
I learned most, with my first toke of sherm smoke
Was an accident, I put a hatchet in this turncoat
Took cheese and blew on gear for the ????
See y'all have something to wear when you're leakin' fluid bleedin' thru it
Under the influence, drivin' drunk, fryin' skunk
Pullin' ove