1. |
Dead Dead Deadski
03:07
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"Dead Dead Deadski"
Verse 1
Up all night inspired by the life cycles
This is tribal to me like a bible you read
This is gospel to P, from a cloth that bleeds
From the collar to sleeves, yea I rock that with jeans
Hard raps, like hard hats, constructing the sheets
Working the masterpiece...PB
The S on my chest stands for SCOTT
Production, still number one like La Rock
Raise your eyebrows smell what I'm baking
Cut above the eye that got the referees hands waving
Like the parties over here
In the mist of the heat in the hue streets stand clear
Traffic is futile, avoid crowds, graphic in nature
Slasher like a small forward braking shoulders
Blades like the one in Cobras
King Jaffe Joffer, chauffeur me in the back seat
Coming for Akeem and Semi, no minks
Niggas come out their teeth like Spinks
All gums and no runs, don't got the right cleats
Pulling all they cards when I greet...Please to meet
Hook
1x
Ghost, yeah folks I be rockin’ the most
They all dead dead deadski
Laid low on the flow now back on the post
Niggas is dead dead deadski
Y’all gotta go it’s Spence and this cats is toast
They all dead dead deadski
Verse 2
Ghost...Yea folks, I be rocking the most
Give it to you on the daily like the soaps
Opera, dramatic dancing with wolves like Costner
Dee's words are authored in paks, like Chopras
Ghost, spread bars through cells I’m a host, shit
Show staged niggas quiet on the set like Ren spit
Bandwidth in which used with no cable
Cords is off umbilical bungee jump is fatal
Ghost, said it before, yo’ I'm the most
Keaton in black and white flannel crashing a light post
Dope, drive done turned reckless
Now ya texts get unchecked like phone messages
Can't be reached, can't be breached
Hyped since midnight and Red Stripes, late can't even eat
Dying swallow your pride, stop lion
Top Guns get shot out the sky like Goose flying
Cruise lining the ship with explosives the bomb
Difference between Jordan's and Whole Food Toms
Gone baby, been done gone
Even in Oakland I raid, niggas pay a ton
On one for fun on some who else want some?
Dead Deadski to P, hole to dig, when Spence come
I’m like 6 feet 1 deep in street run
Challenger come mow them down like Lincecum
I Put them down like Dim Sum, then some
99 problems but one nigga can fix them
Sensor overload niggas old and denser
Like Dementia, remember SCOTTIE, Spitten Spencer
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2. |
Wraith
03:02
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"Wraith"
Verse 1
Stone Cold, move like the Stunner
Replicas got a shelf life like Blade Runner
I'm saying....Digital banging
Nuts on their chin I'm rim hanging on them
3 out of 13 ya shots still clanging I see
Streaky it’s cold freezy icy
No diamonds these lines are already pricy
Highly unlikely in a situation dicey
King and SCOTTIE go together like Jordan and Spike Lee
Mars the Blackman, Rap Freeney the sack man
Speed Indy start cult have them jumping in fire like Scatman
Nothing to lose, Tim Robbin’ these fools
Burying crews dig a hole like dog paws do
Balls of you, that stank rap, pee you
Pot to piss out the window your face to ground kiss
Hit or miss your style be the latter
Excuse banter at times I'm the box with chatter
Man I'm feeling it, sci-fi killing it
Nerdy kid under the blanket fort with comic shit
Sounded like a theme score to Running Man
Doing this since Whip it, Talking heads, and hair bands
Yeah, SCOTTIE....
Hook
1x
Sometimes they come back
I’m the Wraith
Spitten Spencer, got them snapping they necks like Pez dispensers
He'll flip you like Fenster, for real
Usual suspects come together like package deals
From Big to No Chill, your outed
Can they catch it I doubt it check the outfit
Give praise to this I turned it into my pulpit
Oh my GOD head nod like apple bob
Superman takeover your game of plan like Zod
I’m a general messages be subliminal
Synthy material leaning on them the smooth criminal
Cynical female pyscho menstrual
Ill-rational don't care you all minuscule
Off my rocker but not drunk off Vodka
Flow energize the drums like copper topper
So charge your batteries keep up them bars suck
Man of the house holding it down tough like Uncle Buck
Spit up it burns Acid Reflux
Next I see them get hunted by the goose like duck duck
Lies when the heat is on like Glen Fry
Shit get all denied like whites only pies
Spencer, game of life simple plain not the cereal
Nothing sweet SCOTTIE treat condition critical
Stretch to hospital not hospitable
Short stay, no insurance not even co-pay, Wraith
Hook
1x
Sometimes they come back
I’m the Wraith
Verse 3
Cold play, spit was all yellow
Hard or mellow I'm in dee face and bragging
The mics for me like Ace is the place for John Madden
Dead rap I'm toe tagging body bagging
Players in the game at practice grab assing
Lolli gagging too gassed tongue dragging
Wonder why his breathe is long lasting, fresh
Come clean with this Wraith, I’m Charlie Sheen
Grimy on some Stephen King or Carpenter movie scenes
Stranger Things done happened, yet I'm still rapping
With one nigga who pilot the ship, co-captain
Collecting heads Spitten this dope, Predator trapping
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3. |
Starman / Glass
03:32
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"Starman"
Verse 1
Yeah
Tastes better raw like cake batter
Catch me walking on the rings of Saturn matter
Space hopping, jaws dropping
They not popping, show me the fax like car shopping
Change gears Lance the dope man had'em
Soon as you get on it, I be on to the next atom
Built from the compounds of gold dust
Space city mixed with rust and earth crust
Space up! Stars and sky look black and white
Like the zone I'm in, enter the twilight
On a Friday I might, cop like top flight
Woofing cuz the kicks ate ya subs like Jersey Mikes
This forum my decorum is jokes on'em
Tip would be to breathe and stop like chloroform
The worst...Asking the nurse, where the gurney at?
This is protected by ASCAP, you ass hats
Put up stats and break backs
Niggas strike out get mad and break bats
Singing the same song doing the same dance
Cupid shuffling, group full of Charlestons’
Get banked for popping more corn than Carlton
On the court I don't do no ties like Lawson’s
Ball point pen sync with my black ink
In the booth without brushing they teeth...Bars stink
Starman
Hook
1x
Held together by my own gravity
Space hoppin’…
The zone I’m in enter the twilight
Verse 2
Super like Nova, Star Man rap, no crap perhaps
White Dwarf cats, get your light snatched
Exploding your whack band, no gaps
Limbs from your body dirt buried in a plastic sack
Remember the name, styles gravel
Rhymes unglued unraveled, can’t call it like the league travel
Shallow, superficial, they cheating
But watch cuz a hoe will tell like Venetian
Involuntary blinking, uncontrolled
Red Giant flow, hydro, chemical patterns scattered
Chess rather I’m bored, your game is Chutes N Latter’s
Ages 6 to 15, Mean Joe Green, the pitts
Iceburg I’m cold, I’m putting it on, like the Ritz
Catch the balls like Larry Fitz, wigs split, Sharpton
Check out early, Spitz Carlton
Balling, Petrovich shit Drazen,
Starman, held together by my own gravity
Catch’em in a dark alley, Death Valley
Win at all cost got drive like Mustang Sally
Last hurrah came back like a rally
Own galaxy no time for dillydally
Jack the Ripper savvy
Vans, gloves and dodge, threes company like Jack Tripper family
Handy with the wheel hold the Brandy, modus operandi
Year round, niggas seasonal like Summer Shandy
Starman
Hook
1x
Held together by my own gravity
Space hoppin’…
The zone I’m in enter the twilight
Starman
______________________________
"Glass"
This is a bunch of degrees Fahrenheit
Price is right for an Elijah prototype
Wit more twist than Shyamalan, M. Night
Comic Con hype out like poker when you bluff it right
About to get wetter than Farrah Fawcett
Dripping like water outta barrel after he lost it
From Jack Sparrow to Pete Carroll after he hawked it
Sea full of bodies can't forget Rivers in Austin
Pelicans flying over the dock
Cabin fever from cop hiding under the shop
One room cot concocting plots for square blocks
Massacre in store not talking mom and pops
They all run like sea spot
Pick them off one by one like no drops
He the new killer nothing funny Dennis Miller
Didn't pack lite more than 6 never a case sicker, nigga
Scott Ripper came through like the reaper law
Won the game slammed the door like jigsaw
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4. |
The Hitcher
02:36
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"The Hitcher"
Verse 1
You hear the man in the back sounding rough like Jigsaw
Let’s play a game, but either choice your bad off
Come with this two piece, you can keep the coleslaw
Nasty, either verse a contraption for breaking jaw
Squeezed tight like Murphy pants, I’m so Raw
Delirious, trying to stand up you make the call
Like commercials the NFL used to reel off
Whose next to get DEX’D like Michael C. Hall
Intense from the suspense horror category
It’s S P E N C E conducting business like in the lavatory
Sorry, sorry, nah keep your sob stories
Easy as 1, 2, 3, like games in Robert Horry’s
Hands hands, put your hands in the air Stans
You can wave them but I just don’t care man
Shattering dreams P. knocking out Sandmans’
Creed to sweep trash like booing Apollo fans
Dan-Dan, these bars a split your noodle
Spencer and mic device mix like Labradoodle
For my dogs, I’m in like the log
They say I write crazier than Club Laker Blog
So I stopped caring, shaped like Baron
Golden States I’m sick the gitis is laryn
Clear my throat Chloraseptic with the spit to coat
Got them all washed up these bars is soap
Tearing through Pearland black helmet in a McLaren
Area barren, wishing like Terrance, well, they not faring
Basic instinct stone niggas like Sharon
Roger that throw these sound bombs, I’m out airing
Special set of skills to be Taken seriously
Need more than super teams to compete with P
Traditionally would be a 16 viciously
Built my synergy thanks to your own misery
Put them on the chopping block, Achilles now history
At ACL on some career ending injuries
Hook 2x
You hear the man in the back sounding rough like Jigsaw
Let’s play a game but either choice you bad off
Verse 2
Stepped in the ride I’ll keep it short like St. Ides
Commricials, this one take, no rehearsals
Stepping out, Joe Jackson cracking knuckles
Outside looking in trashing you and your inner circle
Gets no passes even when I’m diming off
Systems a go, catch me in that Hasselhoff
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5. |
Night Writer
04:25
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"Night Writer"
Verse 1
Come hell or high water I sweat through the dry fit
In a house that Jack built waste bread like Money Pit
Hank, I pull rank stay locked in a holding tank
How else you think these words free-man like the Shawshank
Redemption is the key after the failure
I’m arriving rock bottom find your way out of the cellar
Breaking bad cash Walter White on a dash
Hundred miles and flying Mike and Kit moving fast
Rolling with attitudes, hover with badder dudes
All over their coordinates, walking on latitude
Supporting the baby boom, night of a darker hue
Whale running dry now you beached, eating bologna through
A stomach similar to, a river drowning glup
Augustus just us, it’s I-con Tron non Clu
Just a pond leaving tracks in the lawn
Time to re-fertilize I come with the best songs
Spacing up the world is a life long
Battle, more starving cons than artist to handle
Sit on my bars glide like ET saddled
At the speed of sound how fast do time travel?
High in the sky behind the ride trails the banner it reads
Day of the new grammar way of the new manner
Which I bring the hammer nailing coffins
I spit often, off ten on the Richter
Hook
Verse 2
Cut the chase I came back destroy like The Wraith
Riding through, No crew, driver name Spitten Spence
World turn like a corner bent
Watching how your wheels spent
Manually the standard who shifted out automatics
Meant to say robots, weak ending all hop
No joke, like black man, white man, and a Pollack
Glide into body shop detailed my crockpot
They spit a bunch of crock then botched all the ingredients
So I slow cooked it and transformed you Go-Bots
Roll out, dual exhaust flame out your show-ops
Exceptional, street car desire with no blow outs
Professional, Leon as the taxi driver confessional
Potential to be Travis Bickle no lane flexible
Incredible like the edible egg on your face
Gold Room pace made the race perfect-able
Niggas still skeptical one way directional
Put them in facilities crash is not correctional
Taking Eiht Music to drive by collectible
Accelerate no brakes this not inter-sectional
Reverse course radar on pare, undetectable
Land then I skrrrrt like the red flashing lights
With a black kit lit similar to Michael Knights
I'm off, you a one off kit, one time white
Hasselhoff, glide on this night ride when I write
Hook
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6. |
Carrie
03:20
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"Carrie"
Verse 1
He said you can count on me
Deception to shape her feelings like pottery
He got her molded into a ball
Now she's the ol' chain dragging him along
Cuz she can't trust the same song
All around the world
Smashing all the tours, and did I mention girls
Stayed given sugar for free, like swirl
That's how it be everybody pays a pearl
So I drop gems no Bias like Len
She sell ticks how she wolfing at him
She got cats on the side, I got my five
Crafty how she keep that "woah it's me" alive
It’s all lies, Sly throwing stones that's breaking up the family
Glass houses is ugly with cracks in it Sandy, tellin' the Cofax
It goes around comes around tears of a clown
Hook
Verse 2
SCOTTIE, he got vision like 33
Traps, blowing spots, it’s cheaters TV
He lost his girl to Mr. Kor
With her from child until now boy meets world
In a state of whirlwind swirl
Trying to stop the hurl
Spin her back counter clockwise like Earl the Pearl
Washington’s, the almighty dollar like holla
Not sour, call what he see, he Chris Fowler
Looking real average so savage no ride
They checked rhymes in moms ride, call tribe
Quest to stop robots, like Johnny Five
Short circuit, jerk it out the socket one time
Every dime, downright rotten check his pockets full of cotton
Do business overtime how she like to go yacht in'
Boats N Hoes, brothers watch yeah steps when you sailing of shores
Verse 3
Fiber optic biopic seen through my cable vision
Get it on demand like the U verse on your television
Purchasing the rules I'm living spacing my expression spinning
Round like the mounds of rebounds Charles in Phoenix was getting
Blistering pace race face to face with the lens
Keep your eyes glued on the fruits of my labor
Cattie shaqting a fool embarrassing you with visuals
All seeing eyes, but all I see is through a 3rd pupil
They see me from the cheap sheets
Function at a high level can tell by the nose bleeds
O-P-T-I-C view me critically
Acclaimed from the start moving the city like KD
OK winning, Tubman switched the 20 vision
Peep, you can’t with shades on in the building
Actors of guilding, rehearsing roles off a script sheet
Playing big, still watching from the side, basking in the streets
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7. |
The Abyss
02:51
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"The Abyss"
Verse 1
Aquatic, glide like the dolphin
Take them under tombstone they in the coffin
Paul Bearer put the ashes in the urn
Fly over the ocean scatter with the fishes
Science fiction sci-fi for short
This is water sport homie drown in the lyric
Through the blood and mud rocking goggles
Thick to snorkel similar to Urkel’s bifocals
Cats is shallow off the deep end
Told her, can't swim better have your floaters
Or you'll fall to the sea floor the Man-O-Wars
At the bottom is hardcore they light them if they got them
Seaweed of course gangster smoke
No I don't toke just real dope from what I wrote
Nope, play dead make them think the fish sleep
Gills flex when they smell and peep fresh meat
Yeah, they creeps I know, can't be better said
Circle like sharks to blood they want hammer head
Will do anything to get it
Travel in schools and smash anything in premise
And misuse you and the fish in your school too
Up to you to refuse the deep sea blues
It’s Ocean Water
Verse 2
The monster stay locked in the nest
Scuba gear protect the chest from the savages
Cuz they slither through the rocks and crevices
Treacherous Jas like-sikevičius
Tentacles pierce through the brain cabbages
To get ahead let us create our own atmosphere
Water’s more heavier than air
Not trying to balloon pop my snare
The deeper I get more pressure on the non-lyricist
Killer with this and whaling on them
See an enemy anchor them down to the bottom
Its orca fat sounds bounce off objects
Determines locations of sea urchins
Invertebrates no backbone amongst merchants
I work to stay current
Keeps the ocean in constant motion no deterrent
Reverse osmosis only way to drink the potion
Salt leave them dry without the Shea butter lotion
If it's good for you it's good for P.
Move meticulously through beat like a manatee
I gotta write these songs track sound like water level to donkey kong
Listen, words come out the deck, Soundwave
Pull you in expand your mind through this lyrical maze
Back to shore implored the slaughter froze you pop otters sea the ocean water
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8. |
Silver Bullet
03:56
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"Silver Bullet"
Verse 1
Run...A prime candidate take a trip through this star gate if you want to learn something
Excuse the bum scrum of a place where the asses is fatter than Chow Yun
Theese niggas got the munchies
Glide like the flying monkeys in search of the donkey
Jacks sounding silly, booty blinded by the ripe trying to free those willies
Kids ain't got no Billy in them, proof is in the rainmaking that falls on Chili's dinner
Acting like wolves in the slaughterhouse
Chainsaw Massacre, chains of mascara out
In the lady's room putting that face on
Trying to get it half price like groupons
I gotta a better deal for you
Go back to school fool, become a lawyer or something
SCOTTIE! Known for pushing buttons
Don't be offended by the nerves I be touching
Because we all lusting something
Sometimes we can be taken over by the curmudgeon
I got dragons in my dungeons
Even when I finish I can still taste the funyuns
Life in another's bunions, try running
See if you can finish like the marathon in London
Hook 1x
They out here hunting
Hounds with their nose to the ground come running
They out here hunting
They out here hunting
They out here hunting
Trying to touch something
They out here hunting
Sniffing around for the sound they summon
They out here hunting
They out here hunting
They out here hunting
Trying to touch something
Verse 2
They came for the bodies
Moonlight prowling, hear it in the howling
Bring you in the pack make a pact start devouring
Souls like Mischief
Wolves sucking up juice like Scott and kids spillage
You got the juice now, flesh of a whole pound
Down to get ran through…chicka-brown-cow
Rapping porn style, getting dishes, but no looks
Taking all the shots like Michael J but the Teen Wolf
Running amuck, hungry, serving them up…Wolfgang Puck
Maximum Overdrive when they packing the truck
Chuck on stuck system get buck for the suck
Paying the money for the hoes of glory, and POW!
Silver Bullet went Ham like Corey, and now
This traffic Maury de-humanizing the wrong Dori
Had enough of exploring this gory and tragic story
Done red riding wood he banished her
Thought his love was king slayed her like a Lannister
Had a wolf of her own, called him Dire Straits
Can't handle the truth, same as a liar hates
Something from a movie out of Lionsgate
The tiger wanted Les Miles on her body weight
Call it the great escape she sealed his fate
Came to wake with 3 shots more than a castrate
Hook 1x
They out here hunting
Hounds with their nose to the ground come running
They out here hunting
They out here hunting
They out here hunting
Trying to touch something
They out here hunting
Sniffing around for the sound they summon
They out here hunting
They out here hunting
They out here hunting
Trying to touch something
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9. |
Deckard
03:12
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"Deckard"
P. out in wee hours of the night rolling larger than Marge
Running blades through like Deckard I’m Harrison Ford
Grinding an axe Stephen F. Lumberjack
Better have all my scratch, I’m ill
Find my homies to rack, gotta be on it to latch
Don’t bury the hatch
I’m saying, I don’t bury the hatch
I dig it up with the raps
My steady arm stronger than Satch, Mo
Satchel turning the page on niggas
Grizzly, all y’all niggas bear witness
Run them down, horse power Preakness
Triple my crowns, snitches get stitches
Delonte West shit, comic book slapped shit
Boom boom clap shit, we will rock you
Took a crack at it, half of y’all, crack addicts
Other half, whack at it, lack of word play
I’m like hey, I’d accept it half as weak as hump day
The Weakend, weapon of choice be the voice on the mic like Mean Gene Okerlund
Blade Runner
Hook 2x
I’m outgoing on that highlife
Now my court reign supreme Air Allnite
Verse 2
Niggas sounding off base, when I’m the Natural
Negro league of my own save blown
My pitch be monotone, not tactful
It’s classical, the new age, new Spencer slang
Change styles, fantastical
More, than a cap full, smorgasbord
Rhymes galore got a pallet full, it’s salt water
What’s it good for?
A cleanse to leave you with absolutely nothing like War
Words perfect, I excel, my stats pad
Whether I pad, note pad, these documents bleed man, I’m proof, read
All caps with this fine print, it’s like some horror-core shit
How a brother lynch, the stench
Side step the bodies keeping my clean sneakers
Stuck inside this ride sick like Cabin Fever
Heated temperature score big like Fat Lever
I give you nuggets to run with
Out of sight with it non-contrite with a full clip
My own path I dipped, middle finger to hindsight
My vision 20/20 in the dark still shine bright
Not a chi-lite, outgoing on that highlife
Now my court rain supreme, Air Allnite
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10. |
Major Dutch
01:47
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"Major Dutch"
Yeah, It’s like a jungle sometime it makes me wonder
How I keep eating lightning, crapping thunder a Mickey summer
Up in the trees, everywhere, your out on leave
Running on tundra seen, great blunder team
Ay, these skulls cleaned in a trophy case
King wrote they always come back…I’m the Wraith
This here will start a following like cults
Arms out of this world, Major Dutch, no Schultz
Bare them, dare them, line of sight, scare them
At night take two to the ribs, I won’t spare them
It’s like the jungle came alive and took them I collect bodies
Screaming for what, still lobby for some more hobbies
Sent here to tear you out the frame with pain
Nobody lives forever, it’s not Fame
Get on your dash, Dame…Jay asked can I live
There’s a price to have skin in this hunting game
Killed or be killed, insane in the brain
Over the hills like Langoliers, infrared skills
Is Kevin Pete sensing the body heat
Bones I keep, vultures can keep the meat like where’s the beef
One of a kind no doppelganger, when I come with bangers
Get to the chopper hangar, its danger
Just a sport, a gamer, in camouflage
You can miss me like hey stranger, what’s going on
Dropping like tree trunk swung to crush lungs
Out here yelling like war cries, I got one
Clutch the cloaking device precise
See the mushroom cloud of fire light, Christ
Ice, bad for your health no Gesundheit
Dropping bombs out here no car alarms, right
I write with the might of a chief and editor
Been ahead of ya, waiting I’m the……………Major Dutch
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11. |
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"Gradius"
Verse 1
When I play them like cartridge
Let me just say it takes practice to rip these mics
Like it takes practice to eat chopstick rice, not the game
New Jack smash your five dollar raps I make change
SCOTTIE brain, goes against the grain
Cut back and slash find the open lane
Score chest out stand tall like Great Dane
Dana with fame wheeling my fortune
Flip words this white like game to kids in bedroom
Honey I’ll be home soon
On I-45 throwing shade like Rude Jude
I’m that dude, airing out refreshing
Crowd gives out high fives and hand gesturing
Alert friends through phone calls and text messaging
Reply and send they fall like a forward slash
Kick sound like a whiplash
SCOTTIE come through, kick they ass like Seabass
Dumb and Dumber got it made Special Ed class
Ultimate Warrior guerilla press then big splash
Feel the burn its Monster Mash
Miss me with all that Jazz like Greg Ostertag
Do it myself, no intern
Y’all can’t fool me, that ain’t nothing but ultra-perm
I’m Big Worm, collecting my fare with rollers in my hair
Yeah!
Verse 2
Back for one time boss of the mic crime
Tequila lime drunk with a prime rhyme
Fatal attract the track insecure rap
Secure in the fact I make’um party like frat
Different degrees of these styles
Test out, grade A’s and high B’s, the honoree
Number one in the class I pass like Drew Brees
So let’s hear it for the boy
Watch the tough cookie stack chips like ahoy
He’s for real McCoy, Oscar Golden Boy
Nice like Dego weather in May the boy Floyd
Pretty right? On some no doy
End careers like what happened to the Noid
Domino I win slapping tables
Mix with the right blend juice and hen
Spin, run back on all men it’s Ted Ginn
Count yin, dollars or whatever, rhymes ain’t clever
Ball off the tether, stature come through in vans the color heather
Then collect these ships it’s 8 bit Galaga
Screw your face it’s white boy hatcher
Champ pick up rings the supersonic rapper
Just the facts police the rap dragnet
Came to bring the noise like all that racket
Bob Saget y’all Americas funniest
Ask around, my attitudes the crummiest
Check your files styles the bummiest
Stay out my radius…GRADIUS
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12. |
Rockatansky
02:56
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"Mad Max"
Verse 1
Mad Max in the room glide on sand in a dune buggy
Black helmet my file Scully
Slimy like water muddy, not mine a nutty buddy
Shits child play like Pound Puppies
Charles Lee Ray, opposite of Ray Charles in shades
See Good Guys finish, slayed, casted away
Orenthal James, O.J, going 30 for 30 five parts in Mission Bay
Got these bodies they lined up
Music in the wind whistling they chimed up
Niggas thinking they major key
With edge ups filled in with black hair polish grease
Walk the streets in black boots
X-ing clans in pursuit of trivial loot
You history like John Booth
Silk like Jamaal Wilkes
Disposing all guilt
Watch them all Wilt
Crumble like walking on tilt on stilts and peeled back
Upgraded from crown black and brown Jack
I'm on that Scotch label turning niggas Blue black
Donald Byrd with words, kicking niggas to the curb, most absurd
Verse 2
Can't be heard on some cattle shit
Sitting back passing Cubans to Aja Anderson
Aurora before the deal was vanishing
Faded to black like ending the reel
Gotta eat that like sacked meal
Run of the mill niggas get killed
Rodger that, like Goodell kneel trying to protect the shield
like a marvel drill, I don't wrestle with good guys the worst heel
Savage like Randy, I kill, the craft scary
Elizabeth with it, y'all niggas, Scary Sherry
Anger fester, cheat a nigga I’m not Chester
A New balance to wrong ones like the molesters
Cadence need maintenance I’m taken all measures
Got the sheen on my greatness and it’s your pleasure
That's the sound of the man working on his slang, cracking up
Cats getting bagged like cellophane, barred up
Pumpkin head jacks get carved up
Like Roy Jones to juniors when he got tarved up
It’s P….Never run numbers on Spanky
Marlo with meetings and all that think tanky
It’s Scott Clancy, writing it up, graffiti and Bansky
Footing desert streets it’s Rockatansky
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Frank Dux
03:16
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"Frank Dux"
Verse 1
It took me a minute they must've thought I finished
I was born in it forever it will never diminish
Cut the check like a salary, probably be mad at me
Thought I would go quietly, nah not exactly
Intellectual property, don't no nigga copy me
No slow average Joe's, no dope sounding sloppily
I observed from the bleachers out of control with no teachers
For the foreseeable future I ain't doing no features
Unless it's Radio Galaxy, a whole lot of casualties
Including your majesty, slid in so casually
Didn't mean to…Yeah, It ain't my fault that....
You know the rest, niggas
I come correct on the pure wreck my life's best
That shit was like a kick in the chest, but I digress
Shoot ya shot if it's hot, it's still hard to top her
Hope it's not a flopper, Lebron playing soccer
Solo, cutting ties like bolo, guess I'm back in the Dojo
Won't see me at no show, keep all the logos
Feel like back in the day though when I was rolling in Dego
Tavie's 67 Impala, trips to the Barrel
Pulling tricks out top hat
On some now you see me now you don't, this disappearing act
Informed and all intact, knew I was coming back
Time to heal in fact, waited for a time to kill like Samuel Jack
Q the juice was all crew like Tupac
Now I'm Frank duking that
Salt in my eyes niggas blind to all the true facts
And that’s that
Verse 2
Some bars ago I returned to Dojo
Changed the gold room flow, to Ralph Macchio
How I kick all day, on some yes sensei
Not the fair way, I’m out for blood I sweep legs
Prepay your session figuratively speaking
I collect points these foul niggas stay reaching
Black belt master Hakim the Mantis thrasher
Game of Death like the Kumite submit faster
Bleed, breed of mc from the future
Please stop fronting with pie soft exterior
Plush interior, put up walls in my dojo
I'm great, they just so, twice though
Spit on one accord even with the line flips
I got kicks from the crane, karate chops
Tear niggas out the frame, they body rock
Mos Def I slide, kick brain fold arms, Scottie Cage
And a drop to the floor
Y'all rose in fell like Sage, and now
Take these shots like Kung Fu Joe with a smile
The crowd, chant and bow, meanwhile
Split these kicks I'm boxing like Nok Su Kow
You gotta feel this Dow, like the Jones
Gotta bone to pick with any dragon fly clones
Fiyah fly, Venus Fly, niggas trapped with no key
A box never intended to be
But now I see, it was me, Bloodsport P.
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14. |
Sometimes They Come Back
03:19
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"Sometimes They Come Back"
Set fire to everything it all must go
Sometimes they come back, when I do two fold
Pet Semetary, Gage at your throat
Show rated low, like Rotten Tomato post
Flow been angelic, without the halo
First person shooter, watch the Medulla
You won’t feel shit, I’ll make this quick
I go on these runs believe I pour it on thick
Call off the dogs? That ain’t my job
Ignited when you push me to start like key fob, bars
So sick niggas need Ben Taub
I rebound and streak, better toss me the lob
My only outlet, I gave him the nod
Been entrenched in this, since the day I was robbed
Right on time, don’t have a bovine
Came to shake up shit, like the Cali fault line
Don’t waste my time, them hogwash lines, Peons
My time is prime, this Deion
Steak well done, serving cats like Iams
I put on a show, y’all the Gong every time
Come back, you take the L, I’m the way like The Drive
Indian, leave’em in the ocean make them Maldive
Is-land, my man 100 grand like candy in hand one man band
I mean, like Idi, king of this Scotland
Spit that red light, put that on Roxanne
I stop traffic like they looking for dopeman
Barbaric that Conan, pop without coke cans
This fine China bring trouble like Lo Pan
Nigga I’m too big, Zoltar, don’t make that wish kid
With pen I state to disgrace like Joe Pa
Sometimes they come back…Like welcoming back Carter
10 steps I drew bury more, Firestarter
Flame out, roll the dice partner
I take the bread, Coushatta, a whole lotta
Niggas come out their teeth
Can’t control the tarter, too much beef
Man on Fire came back it’s Creasy
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