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VERSE 1 - Reks
Bully boy boy strong arm steady like
My posse mashing out you the passing out type
Catch that nate rob if you don't weave and bob
South paw hit your jaw head'll see saw
Up down fuck clowns we the insane
Membrane a la cypress protected by vipers Kane
Rawer than the booger suga All i hear from foes yada yada and I coulda woulda shoulda,
Shut it up get fishscale gutted up piss smell on g’s and stars bet your gstars wet as fuck aha!
You scurred wasn't prepared aha! Aha! Aha!
Got me laughing ski masking Covid foul
Fire in the hole back to back Kobe style
Two figure 8 sixteen, pristene
Street certified worthy bean to the dirty
Hook 1 Ruste Juxx
Now if you suckers had plans, Imma ruin it
A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it
Mad cos you can’t do how I’m doin' it
They play fake, RJ stay true in it
Verse 2 Ruste Juxx
Juxx pimp slap rappers like I’m checkin' the ho’
I just fucked somebody up about a second ago
Now I’m reckin' the show, you know destroyin' the beat
Knocked your man out now he look like he enjoyin' his sleep
Eh yo, what’s up with it, when your click talkin' that tough shit
Knowin' damn well you ain’t really with that rough shot
Makin' a scene with the drama and theatrics
About the winning Oscar for the best fuckin' actress
Pull your skirt down bitch you was never hard
Your word is bond I’ll be ready for whatever guard
I got a pen that move quicker than Usain
When I’m creating the real writing that true pain
Blue flames I buss and spit deadly
Boom so you know it’s about to get heavy
Clear the path when my hood’s on the rampage
Murderin' shit til we’re locked in the damn cage
Hook 2 Ruste Juxx
Now if you suckers had plans, Imma ruin it
A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it
Mad cos you can’t do how I’m doin' it
They play fake, RJ stay true in it
VERSE 3 Blacastan
Niggas be snoopin' like blue’s clues
Another rapper turned journalist gossipin' fake news
I never sit down and spill tea, that’s not me, I’m O.G.
Plant my flag in your realty
That means I’m takin' your block strictly strong arm robberies
Without gettin' shot now
Who you know liver than Blac & Juxx nobody
Snuck the sawed shotty in the party
Kaboom, Guess who stepped in the room it’s the B to the L to the A
To the crooked ass, C
Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, so
Flip your pockets, make sure they’re empty
One false move and the shotty’ll empty
Turn on the lights after I count to three
We vanish before they could call the P.D.
Hook 3 – Ruste Juxx
Now if you suckers had plans, Imma ruin it
A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it
Mad cos you can’t do how I’m doin' it
They play fake, RJ stay true in it
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Verse 1 – Dizzy Dustin
Let’s take a stroll down memory lane
When Rakim had a fat gold chain
Dana Dana had fame, Kane was R.A.W
Rick the Ruler was Slick, thick bubble goose
Turtle Shell Cazals, L.L. rocked bells
The city of Queens the Kings raised hell
Melly Mel, Kool Moe Dee, Easy Moe Bee
Rodney O and Joe Cooley, Spade, King T
Boom Boxes, dual cassettes filled the tape deck
The Rhodium Swapmeet cashed the paychecks
The world renown Violet Brown brought us platinum plaques
Albums on wax and vinyl in stacks
Unity, Bigga B RIP, underground rap acts
Cans rattled in back packs
The smell of petroleum windmills on linoleum
Circles and cyphers no need for a podium
Verse 2 - Mr Hooper
Somethin’ from nothin’
Bustin’, cold crushin’ like the Fat Boys
Black noise from an urban community
Bringin’ unity to parks and halls
For all the yes yes y’alls
And other chants and applause
Right fist stand tall
Left fist grip mic
Had ‘em packed in tight
Did this thing all night
Thin wallets and fat laces
Big dreams in small places
Kept going til it reached the world
Now every color boy and girl in break poses
And they knows it
That’s why we in commercials
Dope beats and verbals, majestic effect
Since the days of cassette, put that bounce in your neck
And I’m F-R-E-S-H
Food for your thought, put some more on your plate
Your mate Hooper from the west side of things
Still pen to the pad, still spittin’ my dreams
Verse 3 – Moka Only
Many years ago when the soul
Pulled me in deep I knew I couldn't let it go
M to the capital letter O
Hangin' off the words that my elders bestowed
BDP lit the fire, JB’s they let me know
That the door was wide open for a different approach
So many cats that I revered and considered a coach
I knew I owed the culture
All the best of my flows, I’m ever grateful
Got a plateful, since the fateful day I grabbed the pen
And had somethin' to say, still dues gettin' paid every day
My record company they, let me do anything so I play most graciously
Do my best to be an ace emcee,
Its asymmetrical style no basic emcee
Moka always Kareem Serene, won’t entertain the complacency
I’m thankful for the places I see
It’s all love, believe it
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Nonchalant ft Mark Fear
02:34
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Verse 1 - Mark Fear
I got ma’ work clothes on torn covered and dusty
Clean cut muthafuckas never put ‘em above me
Hit a five star Michelin restaurant in my Hi-Vis
Knocked back, fully booked? Well aye kid
Funny thing is i make more money than most fellas
Looking down their nose at us, wondering who’s more jealous
You’re in a name tag and shirt ‘yessing’ abiding
I’m on site bumping Hip-Hop effing and blinding
Fuck ya suits I’ll keep ma’ boots
While you look at the summit of a mountain you regret that ya’ climbing
No P’s and Q’s here
I don’t have to kiss arse I’m just on the tools no stressing and jiving
I regret that the driving ban is alive and man
I can’t wait to get all of this shit back inside a van
As long as I’m alive and my fam got nice scran,
House and a bit of money in the bank then,
I don’t care, what you think of me)
Verse 2 – Ramson Badbonez
You can think and say whatever you like
That ignorance has left you spiritually and mentally blind
When residing in mindless old cycles like vegetable merry go rides
Various stereotypes rendered by aeriel flight
I would say assumption based thoughts will suffocate others coloured
By another shade pace is underway like the journey of your blood to brain
What else can I say except I'm the one they love to hate
Custom plates on you won't buy wealth just hunger pains
Bald or grey with the old guy smell never astray
Looking bate ‘cos I go by stealth when manifesting the saying of know thyself
A spiritual Kemetic proverb it wasn't Socrates always been me
And never given up like minimal sex in a cold hearse or just a tranny ho’ without a hole
I couldn't give a fuck I'm telling ya.
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VERSE 1 – Justo the MC
Attackin’ your area no satiricals
We are no way never the same, we asymmetrical
There’s trash in your catalogue dawg, need recepticles
I’m not receptive, Thinking back I’m introspective
Got a new perspective, be perceptive receive the message
Ain’t too much I haven’t seen man, I’m on a higher domain
You know the name, Mr Formally Known
You the man, yeah, Brooklyn’s own
Fill it to the bone
Still prone to rip that rugged cos I’m rough round the edge
Slick talkers talk that talk, til they’re thrown off the ledge
Keep a shorty by the throne, keep a crown on my head
They don’t want me living long, rather see the king dead
Come with the territory, sweatin' glory, so on and so
You’re now rockin’ with the, uh, I think you already know
Verse 2 - Johaz
The Lexapro got me sittin' calm
Each verse that I create is like a missile bomb
Hit the planet Earth yellin' Bismillah
Holdin' secrets in my palm like a missing psalm
Yeah, it’s nothin' but the God in me
Stay pissin' on these bitches like a scar kidney
Buss shots at you cats
Intoxicate your mind it won’t involve Henny
Yeah, solid liquids and gasses
Every verse I write is equality for the masses
Roll a Backwood and then burn it down to the ashes
You 85 niggas is still callin' me Cassius
Yeah, address me as your overlord
Don’t wanna hear you whine you got me overboard
Effectin' people’s mind like an open sore
Toss a rapper’s dead body on an ocean shore
Verse 3 - Sleep Sinatra
Home is where the heart is
Forties poured for the departed
The price on my soul ain’t never bargained
Peace to all the riots startin'
Change ain’t never calm we gotta keep it movin' through the blockage
Earth told me know my worth
Each verse need a deposit
Where I’m livin' we’re land locked it’s
The options expand to reach or get lost in
The sea of monotony been plottin' on my callin'
That’s why I’m all in
The steps gettin' steeper, I gotta keep from fallin'
Read the cards they told me that trouble’s sprawlin'
The poor been righteous meanwhile the devil’s ballin'
Disruption’s what I call it
Short circuit the system
Sleep been a problem they ain't solvin'
It’s real magic watch it get whipped in the cauldron
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Verse 1 - Phoenix da Icefire
There was a legend named Ringo known and feared knew how to hold a stare older kin folk
Motoroller holding back then we sent ringtones shifted weight like insanity he moved slit throat,
Pitbulls that barked down your men disrespectful,
A symphony of sirens tearing up the street sinful,
Knocking out fools flossed out jewels
A fistful known to blast missiles never walked past an issue
Dirty south had to watch your mouth like Rollys
As I speak on time on shit that was hidden like Shinobi’s
Top of Deptford market at the Anchor with the junkies
Jumanji bred killers like their name was Ted Bundy
Heroin induced alcoholic juice love me is what his heart is crying out
I saw it in his eyes trust me
Hood heroes flexing on zero clothes dusty shame we never reasoned how time flies its ugly touched me
It cuts deep like self harm I’m wishful that one day you’ll make it out alive man we miss you
Verse 2 - Ramson Badbonez
You were that villain continuous on the block
And had the wannabes on smash just like a strong dad
And in a moment was showing them they were not that
Those who played the role there where knocked flat or got shanked like a boss
Man had them silent in your presence and with a hot hand showed them violence is your preference
Emulate a dark seeker like in I am legend and for the sake of it violating in a second
And you thought that shit was funny
Robbing and eating them runners taking their grub and money
Heavily armed and bally like what your Karma carries show me a gully goons and result that wasn't ugly thug
With a rare limp made the fear stick like hair pins to bare kids
Have them scared stiff like Blair Witch
When they feared your name alone until they saw you naked in that footage on the phone parading on the road
Verse 3 - Cyclonious
This youth was calm never militant
Born from East African immigrants
The violence from back home was dissonant
Peace was a stimulant he thought he would never grasp
Flew to Britain quick fast wishing for a contrast
Linked up with the locals trying to fit in and not be seen
Spotted by the neighbourhood wolves prowling for a cuisine
Stuck their teeth in, every time they saw him, they were feasting
Wishing for death just to release him
But it never came, all he felt was shame
He blamed the locals who watched on and witnessed his pain
One late night he found a gun thrown in the park
It was loaded he concealed it, left out to embark
He waited out on the estate knowing the wolves would spot him
And here they came they surrounded him yelling "We got him"
Shots rang out and bodies started dropping
What he ran from he became and there was no stopping
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Verse 1 – Chima Anya
The trolls are losing
Ain’t no confusion
We steady moving as we try to refine
I see improvement
I see the movement
But there’s work to do let’s keep on the grind
Even though, what I’m seeing is dope
Still I’m keen to grow ‘cos I know
Mans are skeptical, things is seeming slow
But know that we go go, strong in courage
That justice, love and understanding gonna’ flourish
So peace, to agitation, incendiary
Welcome to the calm and the joyful and merry
Sip a glass of the sherry with a Karen and a Kerry
It’s apparent to the many that we’ve had enough of every
Attempt to divide us, foster animosity
Now we foster things to prosper with ferocity
Now we first things to prosper with velocity
That’s suttin' that we got to see
Hook 1
People think there’s can’t be justice
But that thought’s been interrupted
Verse 2 Ramson Badbonez
Your television’s lying
Them economic giants
Should get stuck up for the wealth that they stole
Plus all that manipulating
Your fears and your desires
Spirit science and the depth of your soul
Trust none of the fronting liars
Or daily summarisers
Whether the narrative is protesting or a riot
Time to plan in silence and form us an alliance
Of do or diers
And not non questioning compliance
Live and pure uncut exposure going global
Your government’s unjust
Not members of the dog pound but they’re still corrupt
The veils of their secrecy are now coming unstuck
Awake the masses with commentary of Doctor Sebi
The radical fascist has gotten weary in Twenty Twenty
To everybody with pain adapting and patience lacking
That’s aiming at equality for every and still
Hook 2
People think there’s can’t be justice
But that thought’s been interrupted
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Hook 1 Tru Trilla
Out of the dark we came to light it up
Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck
Verse 1 Tru Trilla
I leave no survivors, flow molten lava
Who the best from Newark to Budapest you a liar
I rip your poster
Piss on your stage burn your flyer
We’ll fly through your car window, shoot out the tyres
You ain’t hot dog, no papaya
You're boxed off like a flat top
Chopped up like crack rock
Bagged up in my stash spot
Flow dangerous, we a lock out tag
Short upper cut will shock you
You get knocked out fast
Shot the fuck up, cos your ass hopped out last
You got the smartest mouth
The dumbest one in the class, scared to read out loud
Cos everybody’ll laugh, that shit trash
Hook 2 – Tru Trilla
Out of the dark we came to light it up
Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck
Verse 2 - Fly Kwa
It’s kinda funny some niggas grow they stay the same
I’m blowin' smoke in a new V when I’m changin' lanes
Niggas talk a good game they some sore losers
050 the drug that they all usin'
Gotta push it in the hood the money is comin'
If it’s beef it’s beef, if it’s nothin' it’s nothin'
I turn nothin' into somethin' with some hustles baby
All in the south war goin' fuckin' crazy
Young niggas as well, and they got em choppers
Who the fuck you gonna call, Ras Baraka
We them street soldiers, don’t wanna war with Kwa
We’ll have your whole house surrounded like the warrant squad
Hook 3 Tru Trilla
Out of the dark we came to light it up
Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck
Verse 3 - Prince Ak
They lost in the dark I call it private
The game too dim we can’t alight it
Gems we spit got ‘em excited
Flow yo it’s the tightest, rappers they try and bite it
Ask him, he’ll deny it
Prince Ak he’s the flyest
Genitals riders they on my private
My shock is glow Bruce Leroy
Heroin bars we’re spittin' d boy
We’re the real they the decoy
The real definition of a G Boy
Yeah they rappin' but they don’t write enough
Hear the shit that they spittin' but they ain't as tight as us
Hook 4 Tru Trilla
Out of the dark we came to light it up
Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck
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Chinchillas
02:39
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VERSE 1
Everywhere you so called spitters paint personas
But with no clear picture like some smoking mirrors
I'm colder than a bare skin winter
Rappers are sensitive like hair pin triggers or some rare stick figures
Frivolous devilish deeds bring out the menace in me
King of a venomous speech
Keeping a neat pair of these old hedge trimmers chopping heads but with no hair clippers
Like there's no real difference
Urinate burial place of a disgrace
Switching their face Nicholas Cage insidious ways
Ignorant slaves giving them praise with no shame like a bold bear shitting
Wrote this here with a smoke clear vision
Afro hair wizard expose them rodents biting those microphone chinchillas
Shook I put the Blair Witch in them these air head fillers
Are so race driven but they won't say niggers.
HOOK 1
Rappers be fake no need to remonstrate
Or sit around and have a debate
Either way you get your lie grilled lie grilled lie grilled lie grilled
And they behave just like a wino on a bender or a charity case
Desperately in need of mic skills mic skills mic skills mic skills.
VERSE 2
I'm solid at the drop of a wallet
Full of data like I'm Johnny Mnemonic
Or a cosmic Adonis honest
Not a con or a novice when dropping knowledge like Sovereign Comics
Get your nonsense abolished
Lost your logic and trail floosies shooting a failed movie
And hugging on male groupies
Trying to find any humbleness in them guys that's boujee is impossible blood
It's like you’re trying to stop comets
The evil I brings worse than the murderous tyranny of Idi Amin going senile with sin
Or elite paedophile rings fiending to feed off the shine of our kids and with a beedy eyed grin
In a mess of miniature cults because the local blind man is the shepherd
Instead of harnessing their craft and making better records
They show their ass and go and disrespect their predecessors is the reason I sing
HOOK 2
Rappers be fake no need to remonstrate
Or sit around and have a debate
Either way you get your lie grilled lie grilled lie grilled lie grilled
And they behave just like a wino on a bender or a charity case
Desperately in need of mic skills mic skills mic skills mic skills.
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Verse 1 – Az Izz
I ain't never been loved, if I was I wouldn't recognize it
My pen’s my gun, my brain just weaponised it
This itchy finger I got, must exercise it
Talkin' sloppy seconds, bitch you my second side bitch
Imma marry Rihanna have a baby with Tracee Ellis Ross
You could tell its boss, you hella soft, fell and lost, I'm in the loft
The livin' room’s where I park my Porsche
Feet cocked up gas gas, peanut butter breath
Took two totes, had to stutter step
Good smoke, Good smoke
Made a brother wept
Drivin' in circles, damn I made another left
Vegan Vegan Vegan that’s my lifestyle
I’m with the shit turned demon right now
Don’t try me nigga try what you believe in
I’m a heathen I suggest you be easy pipe down
You might drown, put in a box in your night gown
Bein' a hype clown, in a white gown
Ah your momma watchin' your ass get wiped down
By a nigga that’s light brown
Welcome to my town
Hook 1 Speed Walton
I’m higher than the plane yeah we’re takin' off
Better let the dogs out the reservoir
I unlocked the new level, ‘bout to raise the bar
Never front we are who we say we are
Yeah we do this on a regular x 4
Verse 2 - Cymarshall Law
I should start a camp I make you wanna start a chant
Two words you should never put together are Cymar and can’t
My music give you the screwface so much you forget how to smile
I’m defying the odds so much, it’s going out of style
My style is peace but you heard of war
Well I destroy my opponents with the universal Law
I got Cy Vision like Cyclops from the X-Men
And my West Indian massive know say that me no beg friend
And if you haven’t yet you’ll feel my energy soon
Because my vibe speaks before it even enters the room
I come with a set of rare skills
That’s like finding a pair of skates with square wheels
Rhyme inventor, knew it was my time to enter
My aim to spit flame with the brain of Nikola Tesla
When you see the Cy logo know there’s nothing you can do to Mar
I’m the Sun with a gun every line defines a shooting star
Hook 2 – Speed Walton
I’m higher than the plane yeah we’re takin' off
Better let the dogs out the reservoir
I unlocked the new level, ‘bout to raise the bar
Never front we are who we say we are
Yeah we do this on a regular x 4
Verse 3 – Speed Walton
Niggas hopin' that I lose this with their bankin' on
Tryin' to steal my formula
Gettin' their plankton on
I am no crusty crab, what the hell you on
World renowned on the microphone
I’m Who you favourite rapper tryin' to clone
Hater pipe down, and let a nigga zone
Flow deadly like a head shot from the chrome
Break frail rappers down to their chromosomes
Frustration in my tone Cincinnati home
You can probably catch me daily where the killers roam
Where niggas claim blocks
And die over land that the Freemasons own
I’m real, these other rappers silicone
Easy to crush like Styrofoam
Sensation in the underground
Leader of the free world
Hook 3 – Speed Walton
I’m higher than the plane yeah we’re takin' off
Better let the dogs out the reservoir
I unlocked the new level, ‘bout to raise the bar
Never front we are who we say we are
Yeah we do this on a regular x 4
Verse 4 - Quip
Rhyme author, seen by few like flyin' saucer
Jesus nah basilisk, how I walk the water
Different aura, got stomped out Adiadoras
Lyrical slaughter, from A to Z no Richard Porter
Like the Torah ya got the story backwards
Futuristic, what I present a push ya wig past tense
No cappin', rappin' what they lack in craftin'
Don’t need arm bars to have ‘em tap in
What happen, what they gone say if I get it shakin' like alcoholics on the wagon
No compassion, we clashin', I’m a Vet you a has been
But who’s askin', gravedigga', no diary of a madman, what’s crackin'
Hook 4 - Speed Walton
I’m higher than the plane yeah we’re takin' off
Better let the dogs out the reservoir
I unlocked the new level, ‘bout to raise the bar
Never front we are who we say we are
Yeah we do this on a regular x 4
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Verse 1 Recognize Ali
Whether it’s written or off the dome
I’m spittin' some heavy punches now they shatter your bones
Eradicate your clones when you step up on my zone
I’m a different type of animal on the microphone let it be known
Be wary of the plague that I bring
It’s Recognize Ali the underground king
Undisputed in the ring, the pound for pound king
Fly like a butterfly like a bee I sting, I am sick
Boy every single line is a medicine
Not a copy cat I invent like Thomas Edison
Bow to this regiment
Bitch I’m in my element
Greenfield you know it’s takeover when they let us in
All actual facts, fuck bragging
Spit fire nigga you don’t wanna test a dragon
You do stay cappin'
Me I stay clappin', I ain’t never been bestest son
Since I started rappin' rack
Verse 2 Skyzoo
The beat tailor made me like a Prom Tux
Horns everywhere like Wayne Shorter on tour with us
I kick a verse for who be serving with their palms shut
You either got your arms tucked or your arms up
Arms tucked if you relate, like son bodied this
Mirrored it like if I was who you was in the lobby with
Or your arms up cos you know that who you’re rockin' with
Do it like nobody that you been used to followin'
Lo’ teddy bears the knitted type
Know I’m from Brooklyn so one a week is a given right
Anything less, then more or less you ain’t living right
At least that’s what they was tellin’ us when they was pitchin’ right
Doc Gooden with it you pitchin’ right
In a league where you still gotta go hit it right
And see what your ending like
I end it with a double entendre for the ages
SK and Ali ain't shit basic at all, not at all
Verse 3 – Juxx Diamondz
I’m out of this world like Solar systems
Eyes on the prize and I’m keeping my tunnel vision
Was taught by the older heads so I learnt my knowledge and wisdom
I was born as a prince, I’m king of my own kingdom
Lead by example that’s the code that I follow
Each one teach one, yeah I live by the motto
Been ten toes down on any situation
My loyalty is one hundred tell me what’s your explanation
What you eat don’t make me shit not even diarrhea
The bars nasty like yo chick with the gonorrhea
For the bread sauce it up with extra cheese like pizzeria
Give you that good gracious oh my, yeah that Momma Mia
Top shelf premium best of the A one
Competition with myself and I already won
Hands down like an amputee Vet
Leader of the new shit Diamondz is the best, let’s go
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