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DJ TMB Intro/Cuts
Star: Intro:
Star & Lyphe....Underground Crown
Hook x 2:
Lyphe: All we know is real, steel sharpens steel,
Star: Everythings written in Iron so you can feel,
Lyphe: The Underground Crown we Iron,
Star: So what's the deal?,
Lyphe: It's either me or you,
Star: True, so Kill or Be Killed!
First verse:
Lyphe:
Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list,
The rack slide, or yac wide off the top of the fifth,
Pop it or sip, the whole hood rockin' wit this,
Properly spit, we're not to dismiss...STIZZY,
Star:
Yo, serve the bars gritty my concoction are stiff,
Heavy pour, lemme roar...I gotta doctorate in,
Goin' raw, if it's War, then we boxin' in,
Lyphe:
It's full force so we don't stop till we win, and got to ya Men,
The story-line is something we fortifying with hunger,
Lions don't tell the tale, so it's glorifying the the hunter,
Star:
Yall thought we washed, reorganizing the structure,
Coming to cleanse you n****s, and purify the numbers,
Star & Lyphe, dual assault, slaughter ya team,
It's arson-like we firing off, scorchin' the scene,
Leavin' ashes in our path, don't get caught in between,
The aftermath of wrath...
Lyphe:
From what we caught in the beam,
These words we aim and let off,
For Underground Crowns, we down to flame ya head off,
We shuttin' down sounds from clowns, and then we sped off,
It's nothin' round town, you found, could even get off,
Kill 'em and wipe the sweat off...
Star:
Our brow, next target acquired is in the sights,
One round is in the chamber, lined up to dim his lights,
CLICK BLAOWWW,
We are the danger, no strangers to this device,
Serve bangers from every angle wit range that's so precise,
Lyphe:
It's Lyphe... 1 half of the combo, aficionado,
We macho man elbow 'em quick, kill his bravado,
Rendezvous at the grotto wit Star...you know the motto,
Star:
It's Kill or Be Killed
Lyphe:
Get the job, finish him pronto,
Star:
Toe tag 'em a John Doe, he dearly departed,
Half rappin' ass n****s, hope you hear what you started,
We finish ya rhyme ministers, deliver ya karma,
Blitzkrieg your perimeter, diminish ya armor!
Hook x 2:
Lyphe: All we know is real, steel sharpens steel,
Star: Everythings written in Iron so you can feel,
Lyphe: The Underground Crown we Iron,
Star: So what's the deal?,
Lyphe: It's either me or you,
Star: True, so Kill or Be Killed!
Second Verse:
Lyphe:
I am Kool Herc's vision, rhyme art and it's true worth,
Risen pan Global, you movin' the Earth with 'em,
Determined to go, serving the flow,
New York n****s that's swinging for necks, you could call it murderers row,
Use to rhyme in hallways, bodegas and staircases,
Studied all them flow lyrics responses and their faces,
It's arrival of the spitters, you tryin' to come and get us,
My n***a, no runnin' wit us, it's Survival of the Fittest,
Star:
We supply n****s the business over Boombap drum loops, it's LIVE
Bear witness how we shoot that One-Two, it's fly,
Rare vintage like when Wu-Tang brung you the hive,
So we sting motherfucker, we bumble,
Sharpen tongue move, tradecraft my blades fast,
Mercenary rappers get paid cash for the same task,
Do it for the love, and the fame last,
I get the job done, on that Big Daddy Kane path, grenade BLAST!
Hook x 2:
Lyphe: All we know is real, steel sharpens steel,
Star: Everythings written in Iron so you can feel,
Lyphe: The Underground Crown we Iron,
Star: So what's the deal?,
Lyphe: It's either me or you,
Star: True, so Kill or Be Killed!
DJ TMB Outro/Cuts
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Mooch Intro:
YoYoYoYoYoYoYoYo,
You already know we was coming to the motherfuckin' party, you heard!
It's the Underground Crown man,
Yall n****s already know we don't give a fuck about none of that shit,
We break crowns and all that,
You know slap n*****s and all that,
Get cracked and all that,
IT'S DA CLOTH N*****************,
First Verse:
Mooch:
Yoyo, I beat the shorty like kittio,
I'm good with my syllables shoppin' and chop the 50,
Shot the chopper like a chopper I helicopter the semi,
If I gotta come back, i'm making Popi a frisbee,
Toss his ass straight to my dogs, they want the benjis,
Bend ya head on the corner, I left 'em next to a 10 speed,
This dopeanese dope house spittin', I need my rent please,
Ya favorite rapper try me, it's nasty, they gettin' Swiss cheesed,
My 16's are seldom, have 'em feeling like 16,
My dope so pure be flyin' like when the wind breeze,
I breeze off, come wit the titties and then i squeeze off,
Being deep on the beach I give her D, then I recharge,
The way she gave me knowledge I gotta say it was retard,
Underground Crown from the water we whippin' Sea Moss,
This real shit they talkin' we livin' the shit that we on, number 1, you n*****s pee on,
Second Verse:
Rigz:
Ayo the streets psalms beams on the baby 80's, the neons,
It's been awhile since you seen this many phenoms,
Past ya level, i'm broke ima smash the peddle,
It's XD 40 on me with the ashy metal,
I'll make a way out, no way it ain't my path to settle,
But for now, the smack white and all the cracks be yellow,
Frontin' thinking you living long, ima slash ya schedule,
Get beat, back of the head till it's flat and jello,
You bout to dumb it down, we runnin' laps all through the underground,
Stomp the crown, or whoever got it this hungry sound,
Came from the times I felt like the hurt speak,
Droughts had a stressed, it's close to the 3rd week,
Now i'm going to a territory that's foreign, let's hit the fiends,
Line 'em up, tell 'em 10, i'll be back in the morning,
And bookin', get in the rain had a dream of performing,
Got bonded out then I know...don't play with ya callin',
Third Verse:
MAV:
I got a house click and 3 n***** that's in the West,
The fiends steady mobbin' they saying my shits the best,
There's always 1 n**** that's trying to spend the cheque,
Before we drop a bag wit me, need something that he can test,
See I let it talk, hand over the bread and walk,
This not that relationship, I went off the blood and chalk,
Yeah the money good, but the semi make 'em somersault,
Bubble through the Winter Rock, I might take the Summer off,
These n***** is rap fanatics, i'm into cracks, and packin' nasty matics,
Drugs and guns go hand-in-hand, but that's a nasty habit,
They talkin' Underground Crown, i'm talkin' heavy grey rounds and close quarters, get it over no torches,
What you know about them schick razors, on those saucers...nothing,
Go harder than welfare enforcer,
Coke connoisseur, and a poppy to endource ya,
Either way, whatever the dealings is going to cost ya!
Fourth Verse:
Rob Gates:
I had to sell hard, to make a couple of dollars here,
Now I got the house, it's the door at the bottom rear,
N***** foul set you up, I need to biggest Lexus truck, I told you we can bet the buck..n***** aha,
Ayo 3 clicks for the 9/11, had to triple-up,
Run-down, n**** hot, he gone put his gun down,
Ayo Forty that you, you know I like a 40 that's new,
Sporty like coup, she ain't my bitch she like you...you can keep her,
I look expensive in Nike boots,
Make it look simple, I'm the lead on the pencil...n****, i'm the lead on the pencil,
I'm gettin' money in the town a hundred for 5 eighths,
All the rubber pounds they sent it through 5 states,
I'm puttin' on every extension a 9 take,
Smack you over and over till mine break,
Underground Crown we making the town shake....wassup...n****!
Cloth!
Southside!
Fuck outta here!
Gone!
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Sample:
You don't make up for your sins in the Church,
You do it in the streets, you do it at home,
The rest is bullshit and you know it!
Clever 1 Intro:
Underground Crown shit, Buze Bruvaz shit,
We out here!
The fuck outta here!
First Verse:
Clever 1:
This shit is murder on a note pad, I choke ass,
I stab you with the broke glass plus I had to snatch ya bitch Coach bag,
Clevers heavy on the vocab, pitch ya Lo staff now ya swimming spendin' no cash,
I'm most certainly stamped in, darts flying out the hand whenever I grab pens,
Around ya eye I leave ya iron on black rims,
Clap friends hit ya pockets while ya tryin to stack ends,
The way we come is hardbody, you get the iron pressed around ya Armani,
I hit you with the dirty sawn off shotty, wet the front of your car from there you saw Zombies,
Yo, this shit is armed robbery Rap, you get yourself hurt...so you gotta relax,
Take you to War for economy tax, we stay essential I leave ya weave pottery cracked!
Hook 1:
Him-Lo
Yooo, we coming through better move when we come around, the Buze Bruvaz rollin' with the Underground Crown,
We got it locked, we the leaders of the underground, thunder pound sounds leave ya whole team ducking down,
YEAH N************,
I'm steady letting off another round, we beer guzzlers, spittin' with the drunken style,
So if you rockin' jewels better tuck 'em now, the Buze Bruvaz rollin' with the Underground Crown!
Second Verse:
Jay Royale:
Fuck is he on, skully Lo rugby mustard dijons, strap over the laces like some Dions,
You look like a feast on the same streets n***** would put heat on,
Squeeze and get released on they own recon,
I ain't even speak on the wack tracks I hear rappers reach on,
Got a n**** feeling like free, cut the beat on,
Real quick free my n**** Smoke it won't be long, fuck 12 got 'em shackled-up where he don't belong,
Maintain hold ya head think about you everyday, hit me on the hip, i'll send it through to J-Pay,
Soon as you touch-down promise we gone run-it-back,
Deep conversation on that green dot money pack,
Heavy hunger pains that just make me go harder, 6 front teeth look like the chips that be in Goldschläger,
In my home town they say i'm a cold author, got me ridin' dirty in that 300...no Sparta,
I'm back in my bag n**** on his A-Game, back and forth to New York...riding on that A-Train,
It be n***** hatin' I ain't gone say names, see me in the physical and they know not to play games,
Ain't a thing changed I ain't switch it, other n***** want the spot light...I ain't wit it,
Corny rappers bite my shit like I ain't spit it, you can keep the crown if it ain't a size 8 fitted...FORREAL!
Hook 2:
Him-Lo
Yooo, we coming through better move when we come around, the Buze Bruvaz rollin' with the Underground Crown,
We got it locked, we the leaders of the underground, thunder pound sounds leave ya whole team ducking down,
YEAH N************,
I'm steady letting off another round, we beer guzzlers, spittin' with the drunken style,
So if you rockin' jewels better tuck 'em now, the Buze Bruvaz rollin' with the Underground Crown!
Third Verse:
Him-Lo
You n***** need to keep it steppin', I keep a secret weapon,
It's Him-Lo I creep up on you when you least expect it,
Mercenary barbarian cut-throat, handing n***** a drink because they really don't want smoke,
You other n****** really faggots, I keep the milli clappin', and you can see the heater boldging in my Phillys jacket,
I stay packing grip, bulls eye accurate, matic spit make you crash your whip causing accidents,
Size you up i'm just making sure your casket fits, put ya hands out i'll wip ya hands fast as shit,
Had you on ya back pockets I pack rockets, knock you out even if we slap boxin',
And I ain't got a lot of tolerance, for n***** actin' out of line doing coward shit,
I'm falling back sippin' E&J, and leave the crime scene riddled wit ya DNA!
Hook 3:
Him-Lo
Yooo, we coming through better move when we come around, the Buze Bruvaz rollin' with the Underground Crown,
We got it locked, we the leaders of the underground, thunder pound sounds leave ya whole team ducking down,
YEAH N************,
I'm steady letting off another round, we beer guzzlers, spittin' with the drunken style,
So if you rockin' jewels better tuck 'em now, the Buze Bruvaz rollin' with the Underground Crown!
DJ Crypt Outro/Cuts
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ILL Conscious Verse
Yeah,
Ill Conscious,
Word Up,
Underground Crown,
Ayo Beneath The Underground...
You've been deprived see the signs of your body famishing,
Healing powers subscribed to the God inside of the Amethyst,
They still killing us primetime LIVE on the body cameras,
kill it and move it aside this the mind of the polyamorous,
Highly flammable the toxicity ending the population,
They feeling inclined through the righteous lies of indoctrination,
whenever I spit its equivalent to a prison or cocking gauges,
or vacants with breathless tenants the stench of the rotten vapors,
You spit millennial raps, this socio political wrath,
my niggas is pealing it back until we feeling the cylinder crack,
Nigga the emperor's back these criminal acts administer sinister acts
Diminish the crabs, we skipping Meridians all of you niggas is finishing last,
Spar and throw jabs any collab preferences
See the chink in your armor like ancient Moab settlers,
They don’t play my shit so it’s fuck your program editors,
New legends in town we clap and tote tag veterans
Word!
Mad Squablz verse
Peep the mastery shit I spit is nothing short of a masterpiece,
You after me I show you apathy you mad at least,
I have to feast,
Leave you is disbelief like a sad you'll see,
I inspire bunch of stevie wonders but you bound to see,
The rise of a killer, but by the time you find someone iller, im somewhere in the clouds rhyming for Dilla,
The plot gets thicker, every rhyme I drop is a thriller, my verbal tornts will haunt your conscious im an ominous figure,
Look...
The fortune and famine hit you with an assortment of ammo that'll rip through ya torso divorcing ya panel,
I don't write raps, these is ulerges that I jot, and despite facts they still end up believing im not,
Hot as I claim, probably cause I ain't rockin' no chain, or rhyming in vain, lying about violence tied to my name,
Niggas ain't silent but the timing has changed,
I survive in the rain you niggas will probably get lost in the wave,
DV Hook
I woke up today... giving thanks for the mornin',
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze... That wasn't made to be walked in!
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Chris Rivers verse
Aye,
Uh,
I woke up like I hold the light this ain't no over... night,
the system over cypher under, estimating how a... soaker fight,
Control my life like poltergeist I went ghost like you see me in POWER cowards don't know the price im maintaining the pricelessness,
When it all falls down I Stacey in you Dash... Where the hyphen is,
Apply my wits I tried to grip my grit through my enlightenment,
And flip the script while writting it, lesser Beings will do less than that,
I'm defined by my actions not your words of where im questioned at,
Bless the facts I bring power like Tesseracts, I've seen towers and tethered that to my aim and the stress and that when overcame gave my name and my fame in this game... Where lames get questioned at,
My DC motor rip where im flexin at... FACTS FACTS,
Bout to hop in a Honda, poppin ass Uganda, for the drama as I ponder defeat and say sorry as I keeping my honor as I monetize my armour word to my mantra word to my Momma never been calmer increasing the karma nigga It's Rivers
DV Verse
Listen,
If they come at you with hate, combat it with love,
I ain't holding no punches, I ain't holding no grudge,
I ain't holding no gun... without no gloves, I am the plug runoff, bet you catch a slug,
I was in-love but I don't like that drug.. I like my trees, I don't like all that sucka shit and make groupies,
About to cop a mothership your Maybach is a Hooptie, yeah Khryst on some other shit fuck you gonna do to me?
Step wrong..uhuh, and i'll be singing at your eulogies,
Respect gone used to be friends now we're enemies,
Used to get money now you out here sniffing C,
That ain't my style or my pedigree, let it be,
And with the ashes im done from my blunt, this ain't what you want but I'll give you what you need,
1 night in Hell cause..
Heaven need a key,
1 night in Hell cause..
Heaven need a key
DV Hook
I woke up today... giving thanks for the mornin',
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze... That wasn't made to be walked in!
x 2
DV Outro
I woke up today... giving thanks for the mornin',
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze... That wasn't made to be walked in, walked in, walked in, walked in.
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Shabaam lyrics
I'm coming for the crown, just so I can melt it down,
To make a couple of rings despise the phony king, heavy is the head that wears crown cause of many things,
Im one of the few that operates without the puppet strings,
But fuck a title my rivals are all suicidal, slit their wrists cause they can't come close to what I do,
A sound physicist aswell as a word chemist, chemical warfare splash you with the sickness,
Rappers are finished, especially when they rely on gimmicks, and not a word they put together makes any sense, a war spinning rinse wack acts like a laundromat, approach rap like im training for Mortal Komat,
The Maharaja, insert verses to a song proper, make it cohesive with the sound so I can shake the block up,
It's not a mock-up it's the finished product, put ya bets on me dummy and get ya money all the way up.
Shabaam hook
We never the side-note, always the head honchos with the blade at ya throat,
At the top of the food chain, when them killers came it's a fact ya got ya food ate
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NapsNDreds verse
Don't blame him for going off of the rails, the system, often it feels, the darker the Male,
The realer the nigga, the coffin his nails shut.. forgive us,
We'll be back to take care of the sinners, made aware, of the hate in the air, named a posse, point 'em out, im airing ya crown, Haile Selassie,
On a solo mission if you able to stop me, Polo on the label stitching made me a jokey,
On a dark horse, Monkey on my shoulder drinking Monkey Shoulder,
Delivering that dope all the junkies no us, trust us Soldier, gun at holster when I come through,
Like when rappers freestyle and they stumble,
Gather ya thoughts, for that work that mad at the boss, spent shells on ya lawn no matter the cost,
To trill like the stimulus bill, shit is too real, I don't feel lies they seeing the feet like my Filas!
Shabaam hook
We never the side-note, always the head honchos with the blade at ya throat,
At the top of the food chain, when them killers came it's a fact ya got ya food ate
x 2
SITH
Yooo,
They handed me the contract,
Beside a briefcase,
Inside,
Stacks like a Sweepstakes,
When it come to,
Gettin the job done.....
They know I’m number one,
Bar none,
By bar three,
I land the victory....
Killed the King,
Queen took the Crown,
And handed it to me,
The new Ruler....
Who could measure up,
Against,
The new schooler?
Not the one to bully,
My Binder,
Came with a fully,
20-07,
Before the A....
We was in the Hallways,
Boogieing with the Hoodies,
With them Cones,
Like the Triple K,
Tri layered,
Triple Cake....
Ice em,
For the Icing,
With the speed of lightening,
Temper of Tyson,
Inside a Bison,
With the strikes....
Collarbones,
Shatter like,
Fragility in,
Racist White Men....
And Women,
He’s saying things,
That he shouldn’t,
Now they tryna shush em,
But he won’t shut up....
He won’t shutter,
He just playing blind,
You can play his music,
Can’t play his mind,
Inspired by James Bond....
Gold Tongue,
Same Cave,
Where the Wolves Hung,
Howl when you see,
The Moon come!
Shabaam hook
We never the side-note, always the head honchos with the blade at ya throat,
At the top of the food chain, when them killers came it's a fact ya got ya food ate
x 2
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Mark 4ord lyrics
Oxnard California's in the motherfuckin' building,
Like to welcome ya'll to the West Coast... you know what I'm sayin',
grab you a nice little cup of some Hen-Dog, roll you a nice little...backwood phatty or some Ooowee,
And let me tell ya'll niggas about the Money Tree, man,
we got the Underground Crown over here on the West Coast you know what I'm sayin'... young Legends out of California, yo-yeah,
so it's only fair we come and bless ya'll real quick!
I'm building up the cold cut the coke with the cyanide, every word leave 'em stuck like the iron fired,
deeply rooted in kemet with the Mayan ties, leave your body in the surf like Hawaiian guys, heh,
ya'll niggas high of asbestos, all my niggas certified with the funk plus the extras,
leave you slumped in the bottom of the trunk, i'm poppin' bottles with a bitch like bitch is ambidextrous,
cut the kool-aid with at least an extra pour, they showing of they straps just to leave impression thoughts,
I got a lethal weapon too (2) that's why they breathing extra hard tray, pointed at ya face what's ya lethal weapon for (4), nigga?!
these niggas all actors like their Mel Gibson, started rapping as a hobbie in a sales kitchen, when you grew up outta Hell you looking hell different, that's how I manage all the stress of a bail sentence,
Mark 4orty half dead with the pale pigment, eating breakfast of the champs with the nails in it,
blonde tray this, then when they get my sails spinnin', tryna get a grip, and dig my nails in it,
money trail looking long like a snail did-it, like Mick Jenkins with the water gotcha well sippin',
people mesmerised it's like we in here spell wishin', the Money Tree keep growin',
it's like a big explosion, a neo-ess, I see slow-motion, I been possessed by that demon who wrote it,
cultivated on my city nigga, plus a iLL street poet, in the dark you see my gold keep glowing, come and snatch-it, I got the ratchet, ready for anyone who wanna come detach it, hieroglyphs outline your body when it's bagged in plastic,
turn ya lights off, grab ya straps, clap-it-clap-it, trench coat full of tours like Inspector Gadgets.. heh,
then I'm crusin' by the beach, got a box from the plug, at it smell magnificent, sea-sick, not in the Ocean but I feel that pressure hit, in the peak of my decent, cause we in these streets deep, nigga!
Bodybag Ben verse
More than ever got my whole shit together... See me,
With the movers broom the corners Son, pull the leathers,
Got the dirt in my nails, blood on the feathers, the shit whatever, lay you down for butter leathers,
Apply pressure, fly them letters at ya little sweater, Son im fly in any weather, sip the nectar, peace to RZArector, protect ya neck swing the septer, son clear the sector,
Less is more he be an extra, pull the Lex up, off to hip the drum wip, he leaving in a stretcher,
Once a thief now a king layed up like rhymes in the winter, got the thing tucked in the lining of the sprinter,
Spring time smoking vine-to-vine scriptures, 5 star dinners, bust down the blickers,
posted on the wicker, ain't no rest for the wickedest... John Wick all the witnesses,
Ya'll witnessing relentlessness, swing for the fence... repent, these dudes envious,
Green with envy it's obvious they sickness here, word, getting lit this year,
Don Julio mags, Loui duffle bags skirt off in the Jag, all that jazz they feeling like they oyster tag,
No salt in my game I flame the opposition... Shoot the pots ya pissin' in...
It's ME!
Mark 4ord Outro
Yeah,
The Money Tree,
You know what im saying we fucking with that Underground Crown,
Nah mean?,
California,
You know what im sayin' all my niggas stand-up,
Know what I'm sayin',
Same hustle...different branches,
We out here gettin' gwalla stackin' shit nigga,
What the fuck ya'll doin'?!
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Murdoc verse (Poisoned Chalice song)
The floor crack looking like veins and lightning bolts, when its cypha mode...ya license revoked,
Grow wings glide over territory so tell ya army,
7 stories goodluck spreaded gory,
live leaker,
Get a plug stop the hydren
Main vein sprinkler,
Play spades dealer,
Hearts get cuts over books non published,
If you said you saw budging more buttons,
Trigger happy the vigilante with quicker hand speed,
I'll be damn if the man in the mirror catch me,
3rd person from the 4th dimension,
its all connected to the laws of present caused the ending,
The annunaki travel bodies to cancel godly,
Till you see all white like the staff in hockey,
Cant Sabatoge me, if you planned for 5 weeks
When the hammers dropping get ya pamper pottied!
Dino Cuts
Jamil Honesty lyrics
Check,
Stampede the globe fancy with rose can't see the globe granite is ambient though,
shine ever soul mind for transit doe, dope rhymes over lo-fi, ants need a blow, showtime breaking protons explode from a slow grind,
Dude stumping their growth consuming pork rind... iLL,
Go-time you a goat when you wrote lines, comparable to coke lines... over gold mine,
Bar heavy, mics get shard you already, when I'm charged like a dodge chevy keep my arm steady,
red dot ya brain, head shots remain, call me ted can't stop the slain dead stock remains,
In the wilderness, with the illest skill you know the syllabus, Underground Crown militant... master builder shit, take them back to the grill son will never chill you bewildered with, the realest spit from a gorillas lips!
Dino Cuts
Supreme The Eloheem lyrics
Yo it's the Eloheem, for anybody hard on listening, thoughts travel faster than bullets out of a remington,
raw adrenaline, bring it back then begin again assembling heat, I keep 'em open like I'm ritalin,
Young gentlemen they more feminine than my women friends, serve wack rappers like tennis rackets in Wimbledon,
Hot tunes I'm pennin' them, got goons and centre men... Supreme, my name ring bells in any tenement,
ILL belligerent, lines I'm delivering, been nice ignite mics like nitroglycerin,
still keep it sizzlin', peep the swagger, dreams get shattered, make it hard to breathe like asthma,
think you badder, peep you in your feeble chatter, you ain't my equal you ain't even worth my feakle matter, leave cadavers, when I toss these lethal daggers, when I see you, my shots ring-off like desert eagles!
Dino Cuts
Wildelux verse
Yeah,
The ex-boundary surrounding me the laws of the last children, from the era, of hollow walls of bombed blast buildings,
Nomadic brass bushmen left behind mass footprints, in the Amazon delivered the next podited ass whoppin',
Underground Crown resting on my Yankee cap, the white house we paint it black it's ran by a maniac,
cannon fireball wire veins your mans for hire, pop it fruit bowl, and peel out, it's just banana 5ers,
The human analyser, so what's told in the legends, through folk law, over camping fires,
Now the champs retired, with the corona in-hand it goes viral, so break out the hand sanitiser,
20+ strong years in the trenches, cerment the legacy the pain I saw through these lenses, relentless, peer a hunger pains in a stomach, from an underworld the urbanite is often hunted!
Dino Outro Cuts
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Tragedy Khadafi lyrics
Intro:
It get to a point where it's like...
You just gotta...
You just gotta go in,
Regards to whom or what,
Know what I'm saying,
If it was easy everybody be doing it man,
That's an artifact!
Yo,
I have the mind, of a sick psychiatric, who wild habitats tabernacle with math backwards,
Off pivot, don't even know what the real facts is,
Young wolf turned up savage and more famished,
Locked up in Leviathans beast where they laugh at us, bridge boys different attach the Owl status,
Project cartiers spec niggas that live lavish,
More elite general status my shit is more valid,
Heavyweight bone crusher ya niggas is lite salads... Lets get to it,
Who denying that I can't do it,
How many ya'll birthed real classics and made movements,
I see through ya pictures ya image is translucent,
You ain't clapping police homie, you dropped ya Nine... See me,
I've been many things, but, I ain't been a rat,
Used to be loyal to niggas but now I'm over that,
Outside ya image rap game I sit beyond that,
Stuck like automatics jammin' they can't bust back,
You'se a little nigga happy with crumbs... don't wanna whole meal,
while ya peddle pulling ya strings tipping the whole scale!
Chinch33 Cuts
Ruste Juxx verse
Tool belt around my waist like a carpenter,
Lower ya tone and watch ya manners when I'm talkin to ya,
A rap god giving birth to a new style, the most powerful resistance is futile,
All my raps bring terror plus termoil, king kush in my blunt so I burn royal,
Boxcutter flow ear to ya throat cut, a buc 50 from the bars that I wrote WHAT,
So give me space wow, guns in ya face now, catch ya body leave the scene without a trace how,
He a smooth killer iLL with the slide off, Underground Crown strap when I ride off,
BANG,
Grim Reaper axe murderer, you a rhyme biter dope rap burglarer,
Steal my sound ima sock-you, you know what crime it is when I clock you!
Chinch33 Cuts
Son of Tony verse
Who the fuck else can provide this kinda sound beat by Crown, bars from beneath the underground look around,
Indie artists now hit the hardest in the town, ya celebrity is garbage,
know why I got the call ain't with the shits at all, I'll just load the clip and draw Son'll clip 'em all,
No up and down about this what you see ain't what you saw,
Ya rap like Ice T but act like Order of the Law,
My natural aura, light bender, no light enters you teenagers is mutated... lessons from master splinter,
This Diadora, in Diaspora the darker ninja all these bricks is hand chopped, and my prices can be contenders, to be continued in the venue that's nearest to you,
And my credentials, what I been through, is clearing my view, ya residentials, is essential of what I'm trying to do, make every house my crack house, and im selling the work for you... ESSO!
Chinch33 Outro Cuts
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Born Unique verse
Uhh, Born Unique..hold the crown...you already,
Body parts drop like wrong stops on homi blocks, mark the target beg ya pardon marcus called the cops,
undercover turned undercovers heh,
we thought you had that dog on you...what happened? we don't hear no barking,
karate chop ya seed in the soft spot, pop shots, rearrange ya grill like a chop-shop, why not? provide stock, '95 LIVE survived lots, supply crops, slangin P's right out the I-Rocks, sly Fox, murdered the plug jux the skybox, single demise was wild fired 5 shots, I watched, now with ya time to get live or die shot, this my spot ya time clock stopped,
Expired finito, be a good sport and ride that pine box bendito... caught em by the blindside,
shined always regal, since the days of spiegel sweats, we was thieving, heathen, scheming yeah believe the stem... Ahhh,
snatch the kings ring just like Sméagol did, before that dog food shit we called it disel bitch,
deal with evil men, who you gonna belive it then, ahh, jeah, we'll see you when we see you then!
Born hook
Listen...tell me, are you armed for war, strong arm ya squad you ain't gonna get it off,
Sharpened swords walk with the lord, yeah, I know you fuckers ain't talking to Born...c'mon,
Listen, tell me,
Are you armed for war, you don't really want that war, sharpened swords walk with the lord, heart on the floor, know you fuckers ain't out here talking to Born... c'mon
Pro Dillinger verse
Ahh... Im war ready, my tone major, a wild cowboy, I can slang the hammer like a lone ranger,
Nigga step back it's more danger, lick a shot and change the colour of a room like a home painter,
Nigga dig this, pay your ass a visit, I'll pop-up in the kitchen no gravy just a biskit,
Ahh, you ain't talking it like you living im over charging for features thats money for every minute...every minute,
Nigga, this is Dillinger for the win I ruin you niggas day like spittin into the wind...to the wind,
Ahh, paid a ticket for all my sins, im trying to be the best im giving what I can give...that's all I got,
Ahh, niggas trying to get a plate if you try me try again niggas dying to get a grave,
You niggas dead,
Yeah,
You niggas trying to get a plate if you try me try again niggas dying to get a grave!
Born hook
Listen...tell me, are you armed for war, strong arm ya squad you ain't gonna get it off,
Sharpened swords walk with the lord, yeah, I know you fuckers ain't talking to Born...c'mon,
Listen, tell me,
Are you armed for war, you don't really want that war, sharpened swords walk with the lord, heart on the floor, know you fuckers ain't out here talking to Born... c'mon
UG verse
Listen, ahh,
UG, I'm air bending, rare sentence career ending get reared feelings like Petey Parker, easy to walk up walls im a...
Wall climber, sumersault on fall on her,
Car, bizarre, bar-for-bar, molotov cocktail the booth is me, Bruce Lee of the loose leaf, bruise beef like Balboa, don't make my hounds show-up, they bow for UG, your highness, a raw rhyming, talk violent, you'll need some jaw wiring,
my jaw firing, letting rounds off, I round off, letting the pound off, a round cause ya bones to break, shatter ya body part, the shotty bark, knock part of ya body off, body the song it's UG, line-for-line, against me you out of your mind see I can rhyme ARGHH!
Born Outro
Listen...tell me, are you armed for war, strong arm ya squad you ain't gonna get it off,
Sharpened swords walk with the lord, yeah, I know you fuckers ain't talking to Born...c'mon,
Listen, tell me,
Are you armed for war, you don't really want that war, sharpened swords walk with the lord, heart on the floor, know you fuckers ain't out here talking to Born... c'mon!
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Intro sample (Nas)
DJ Grazzhoppa Intro
FlushingTek lyrics
Yo,
A raised hand is symbolic to surrender, but also symbolize the contender been enhanced to a winner,
the answer for a question asked, all question for the answer you ain't half intercepted at the half, momentum for the crash, crazy coincidental they tell you to raise your hand take cover before they kill you,
nothing but fake niggas with candles in front of mural, numerous times I seen and couldn't believe the visual,
little mean nieve the gift poses a fighting chance, its benifical to know me others try to advance,
I lost plenty of homies due to the circumstance, rather die lonely than live with no loyalty in the plans,
if you need it I got it then you can get, forget to give me my lighter but theiving is something different... believe me, leave them niggas the misery love the company, no one got nothing for 'em and still wanting to come for me,
once i'm pushed to my limit, only thing can come from me,
is the abundance of more of us that be sucker free,
the more rubbish that they publish flooded with fuckery,
AFTER OURZ you cowards gone need a number 3!
Starvin B lyrics
I keep a bare foot dancing on broken glass, trying to keep up with the beat of my drum... be another culture clash, could of smelt it coming the muffler with the smoking gas, they came for us, I blaze it up enough to choke his ass,
problem solved, I am not involved when the cops get called, I am known for bouncing on the law hard as a soccer ball, whats Hip-Hop for ya'll is probably pop to me, a bunch of carbon copies they operating so sloppily,
how I keep them off of my interlectual property, I blast a shotty at your bachelor party, and after the body, why sorry all they got to say for shit,
I be the sorry one and let them get away with it,
I'd rather make them pay for it, fuck a generation, celebration quotations from the pages of a plagerist,
I leave the stage with inferiority complex... Guess what Starvin B up next,
it's Bobby Bonds on deck, kicks match the colour hickies on your Moms neck, quiet on the set!
Foul Monday lyrics
Yeah, to all foes who appose After Ourz, get their whole family exposed to bullet showers,
certified talk of New York we got the power, all you got is radical thoughts like fucking cowards,
still it's Queensbridge so it is what it is, QB till I die, for life... I'm Killa Kidz, for shiz,
no joke, no smoke is denied, still building up the brand putting bands to the side,
I provide everything for the Fam cause they was first, not a friend of new chicken wish you could quench the thirst and a purse... BUT BUT BUT but wait it gets worse, niggas broke as all hell like their pockets is cursed, pray to heaven all day wish their life was reversed, where I'm from every hour niggas grind till it hurts, all we do is play the block or see out life in a hurst...but trust me, niggas strive for more with what works, I be the first one to tell you the Bridge is the shit, crabs in the bucket, fuck it trying to live, I'll be damn if I fall to the norm, word is bond, feel the bomb ima drop if my niggas ain't get put on!
DJ Grazzhoppa outro
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Intro sample (DMX)
Supreme Sol verse
Yo,
Sol God up in this bitch nigga,
Follow nigga what's good?
STL shit nigga,
Yo, Like I’m conquering Rome, bitch stomping ya dome
you dishonored the throne,
this time I been on is Godly
I kill while y’all
Frolic and moan
a—nonymous clone
drop and then fold
drive exotics with 30 glocks probly heard these shots when I
Pop at ya home
Lochness aquatics my drips astonishing no reminders bitch stop it thots outta pocket obnoxiously post...like I’m Agnostic hide from these private eye hoes that got close and wanna ride me most defying death hell the son of god couldn’t fuck with I
Pilot Kamikaze impode
Yo diamonds obsolete bro
Fuck cops they die from knee choke
I scurry and block ya free throws
SR20 240 slide to your spot with your shorty
honest to god I’m too paralyzing to stop you adore me why...is it when they slide, pussies never come outside STL the place where ya ride could get filled up with nines I push the limits of rhyming look attentive when climbing this mountain of lyricism I’m hiding to kill you niggas it’s promised!
Unknown Mizery verse
Gold standards, old bandits, with cold caskets,
folded portraits of colonizers breaking old habits,
The trigger talks the savage tongue
tanks dumping rounds while the banksters count
the oxygen they steal from lungs
This papers history
rooted from human mizery,
slave trades and pillagin
attached to a god,
some get paid to kill
serve you pills,
slash the dividends,
white sheets and ropes
nazis funded by the infidels,
infiltrated governments
white power that was built to fail,
Kill a fascist, and then pay me with his ashes,
They built the walls we will
Break the vault, and tie the bankers,
Burn the fiat, watch the smoke rize
we stay decentralized,
Gimme the Eth, gimme the eth,
flipping the system on its side,
gimme the beat, im underneath the ground, with crowd before the rise,
The game is over
the banks crumble in urgency,
people power, autonomy, cryptocurrency!
Crown Hook
Jay Cartesian verse
I bust through addictions my word banks
Cry Rivers when I'm Just-in, you fall into it like Timberlakes,
I swam up I transit fluent like this with a twist bent out of shape,
My lyrics overweight whatever contemplated I ate,
9-10 I begin to create this imagination I make,
Integrate that's what I am that you face,
I navigates locked in wait, in my zone that I place,
I violate early as a bird in the morning singing to get you awake,
I shoo you away, im laced out of this world much needed space,
This what presents I sit on crescents, like dreamwork flicks,
Around this money I get, im circular spent, merge into this,
Urge into bliss through God's mercifulness,
I'll diverge into this, ill tell you this on a verge when im lit,
These rappers couldn't see me if they eyes was open to this, I gotta admit,
I’m a hustla baby, money make the world go around
While you looking flatline like the Earth do now!
Rook Rukus verse
Ayo I'm skilled in this department, they dressed in the room garments, avoid the man and you'll avoid the torment,
Rook bring the rukus often,
that ain't me trippin' when I'm rippin' that's just my callin',
For many years I've appeared to my peers to be blessed and always ballin',
Used to sling squares on law point carmens out in Boston, he help many sanctions 4 guys in the providence,
kicked the door forced in timb boots to avoid the coffin... let's go,
Poor tucket, bang you with an old musket, finger prints of an ancient found with a gust it... BLOW,
Walk with me now through the Rukus, left to trust it, wise men run amongst it, hidden jewels in the mustard,
I don't want to go General Custer, these politicians looking suspect, the Seer still a ruffneck, out for up to ya neck, money gold affect get real!
Crown Outro Hook
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Intro Skit
Murdoc lyrics
I roll with a night stalker in Helicopters hovering
Ya show kinda nice, homie ya Better watch the government
Write the real shit and.jeopardize the pubishling, now we cant socialize
Cause Everybody muzzling
Sanitizer toilet paper, satisfy the voice of nature
Atom bomb been a choice.for.later
Wreck homes like a Boyfriend dater,
death tolls
Like odometers
binoculars show the data
The neighbors gave us thermometers
and bottle water,
Cause the plagued in the faucet,
Came from the office
Underground crown super savior, tutor from a future cranium, shoot the palladium
Doppler scans, wash ya hands
natural disasters
parachutes for parachutes
after pull if jamming
That's a cool enhancement
Jack the moon
rent it to the cats who rule the planet
put cameras, shooting practice!
Aslan lyrics
It's a prison without wall’s
there's no wizdom in the house of fools
fuck the system n Da-Lizard-Bitch rockin' the crown of jewels
Ya favorite rapper sounds cool, ain't saying nothing
Had to turn my back,
niggaz straight frontin'
tryna play me somethin',
Had to cut 'em off quick,
no time for polytricks,
populous, looking like zombie’s from a horror flick,
slumped in a cinema, popcorn watching the apocalypse unfold, while untold knowledge is hidden within the movies, subliminal messages, I'm waiting for the end to roll...
see who takes credit for this,
psychedelic sci-fi cyberpunk epic shit, I swear you couldn't make it up if you was neckin' trips,
You must be taking shrooms or be on dust, to think I'm gonna get my head chipped by Elon Musk,
ayo I see you on the bus start a million man march, time to bun parliament...stake dracula in the heart!
Unknown Mizery verse
Police target practice on black silhouettes, raiding capital hill, without a knee to the neck,
Fight for ya right shock bullets on-site, we need another Malcom X vote for a system... we don't need to protest,
Asking pigs to arrest the pigs it makes no sense,
We way past talking, we way past marching, we can write a book of their wrongs way past margins, no helping hands just some arms... and they call it amendments, we don't recognise they presence, we rebels from Kemet,
we don't count they votes, so we can't be indebted, we don't fuck with they systems so we can't be embedded,
some people need a shot to the dome just so they get it,
make the fascist go in hiding, then we burn down they ridding, dancing in the fire God's work...we don't riot,
let the ashes write their history, nobody lives in peace if anybody lives in mizery, Babylons disease!
Aslan hook
Chase dem away,
chase dem away,
chase dem away,
Ah chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Ah chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
chase dem away,
chase dem away,
Ah chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Ah chase dem away,
Paranom verse
Puffin on pink nepali..
Be in sabali— restin my paws on ass that’s Somali..
Your shit is haram but the smoke burn like unsi—
I dare em— walkin barren through the desert,
Traces the heart can’t measure—
Without feelin shit to tether,
Freedom flow any weather—
In any direction—
More art instead of the vain— that’s better..
Carve a middle path—
To cash like opposites that’s severed,
Can’t stop control but they also can’t stop my portal vendettas—
Look at the page’s avenger dipped in the night’s agenda—
Unveil this a wave to remember—
Crisis— rage from placenta,
Unknowingly in the dark—
But light from TVs the ark—
To project your motion like movies—
You pictured you was so smart—
Choices you think make you choosy—
But barely known who you are,
Without followin a fallen star—
In a foreign car—
Blast— my aura’s god, Don’t give a fuck about no mask— cigars get it scarred like that—
For the czar ignite abundance your hundreds lack..
Jamar Equality verse
Yo,
Pressure from the hammer push the hollow out the pins kinetic, dialect and reck is how ya necks beheaded, gems is next to get it, say it once and don't fuckin' forget it,
I stay with the shits since swapping diapers every 20 minutes, wip his mirror tin-it, god of rap, molding in his image, literally spitting movie clips whenever pennin' sentence,
Scripting out the vision ain't a single hater written in it, fuck 12 you know the vibes they playing every villain in it,
I'm really in to win it, every wig I split they cut a cheque and send it, how the fuck you think I'm ridding vintage,
It's mines for the taking, ya'll got the wrong nigga like a cop mistaken ready to buc a pig like 1 dollar bacon,
They never wanna rap after me, I'm holding weight I'll never cap capacity, I'll maxing casualties, check the rap anatomy, 1-inch punch shatter ya chest cavity, I be way flyer than if not for gravity!
Frank D'Amato verse
Punisher war machine armor
Ancestry blood of a slave farmer
big pharama
The enemy whispers to the
snake charmer
No fake karma
Just tales of Following the Sunnah
My struggles in the Duna
Take a bite delicate shaved shawarma
The sly author
Force grip like I’m Skywalker
My dyes darker
make you sniff fumes from dry marker
Berserker sword strike
Golden mic
Vibraninum light
I might
Start robbing you
false prophets in the night
Shine bright
just like a cold star
crack the code par
the styles an old car
get smacked with a rusty crowbar
Im zoning
No Vicodin Vyvanse Vinyl Viking
Spitt lightning
the fangs of venomous viper striking
omega level pace
Get out my space
with negative waste
Or watch me catch
Ghost without a trace
Many battles due to the
color of my face,
a sinner only here by Allahs grace
What’s the word!
Aslan Outro Hook
Chase dem away,
chase dem away,
chase dem away,
Ah chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Ah chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
chase dem away,
chase dem away,
Ah chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Chase dem away,
Ah chase dem away!
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FIRST VERSE:
Dark Skinned Assassin:
Gather round..
Gather round town time to answer the Crown’s successor,
The court jester verse the Professor…who’s lesser?
The pressure of pain measures the texture of the investor,
Hannibal Lector’s lecture fester at the sound of the orchestra,
Thought more treasure could bring more pleasure, the hood the mind molester,
Question: Can the aggressor stomach the ledger?
Shamelessly dark thoughts remain to be his aim to breed,
Get rich or die trying, snitches they die lying,
Y’all bitch niggaz eyes spying,
To leak names, covert moves, make it hard for you fools to peep game,
Animosity is watching me with eyes of envy,
Jezabelle dwells seeking my lust, mistrust still tempts me,
My storyline reflects a gory time, fuck if you feel it,
If God will it, may all my enemies fry in a skillet,
Grip up get on my squeeze down triggers popping that steel shit,
Rivals get from round a hitter, make clown niggaz peel it!
HOOK:
Dark Skinned Assassin:
No Games I’m here to reign, subdue, conquer,
Bury all rivals, styles, the new mantra,
Give ’em all that long sleep, creep on ya sponsor,
Bury all rivals, styles, the new mantra!
He got bars, she got bars…we all about the bars,
We got bars, you subpar, we the best by far!
No games we here to reign, subdue, conquer,
bury all rivals, styles, the new mantra!
SECOND VERSE:
Dark Skinned Assassin:
Out of G-Respect, elect, to inject what’s real to bloodstreams,
Trifling unforeseen life beyond the wildest thug’s dreams,
Triple beam makes the drugs gleam, what does love mean?
Huh?
What love got to do with it!
When Ike got Tina turning tricks for chips, get coins pursuing shit,
Some live for it, die for it, death by affixation,
Some steal for it, lie for it, as sure as Wyclef’s Haitian,
Son swore to keep it triller than most, self proclaimed - King Kong,
Tried to Godzilla the Coast, State-to-State…Ping Pong,
Incidentally the nigga draped in Gucci, pushed a Bentley
Pimping/Dripping/Icy,
Cake staked tall, Dikembe,
Every word he utter pass butter…that gutter Parkay,
Read the Koran for enlightenment, got his cash the dark way,
A thug mimic the Wu…tryna to do what Rae and Starks say,
But dude ignored the fact fighting FU will be his dark day,
His hatred met my blade, serrated edge ate his entree!
HOOK/OUTRO:
Dark Skinned Assassin:
No Games I’m here to reign, subdue, conquer,
Bury all rivals, styles, the new mantra,
Give ’em all that long sleep, creep on ya sponsor,
Bury all rivals, styles, the new mantra!
He got bars, she got bars…we all about the bars,
We got bars, you subpar, we the best by far!
No games we here to reign, subdue, conquer,
bury all rivals, styles, the new mantra!
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Intro (Bub Styles, Spit Gemz & Rec Ali talking)
Bub Styles verse
Spiff,
Cold Cut king of this shit right here,
Bubby fucking Styles,
Woooo,
Yo, pockets on steep gain, I 9-5 smoking the gang had the team beaming from each lane,
light a new 8th everytime that the beat change, I got more strings than the city got street names... too many,
peep game 1 slip and the heat bangs, Boroughs so spooky make you see thangs, they inflict pain for loose change imagine what they do for a Benji,
Used to stick kids for sneakers into Wendy's,
So white man can't jump Wesley, only way my bitch fitted if the coke make my dick bendy,
God made me but the Devil sent me, the best evidently, pressed gently now the press print me... Me for real,
Got a plug is Flatbush grew up in BK but talk like he from the West Indies... Wagwan BadMan,
Shit, Yankee fitted like an Underground Crown, my guns go Boom-Boom, and ya'll Gun, you got no fucking guns!
Deams verse
Coming from the heavens using hellfire /
Let ‘em burn as I arrive, have ‘em call me Sire / The black giant, came from a line of titans / The scion from a dynasty of human lions / Been fighting for eons on many levels / Familiar with the bloodshed of holy battles / Supreme rebel kill with supreme metal / The hell pit is where I be got a score to settle / Met the devil, that snake is a human being / Had to beat ‘em till he broke, left his ass bleeding / Getting even, label it grim reaping / My mind peaking when feeding on slaying demons / No remorse this is Deams season /
I kill ‘em all like I’m back inside the colosseum / A beast being it’s your skull I be carrying / So don’t fuck with the Amsterdam barbarian!
Rec Ali verse
Word up,
Yeah,
On my Momma I stomp a nigga out quick, before the Cow spill ya Chicken with that foul shit,
Get ya mouth chef'd the rest a hundred Thou bitch,
When the song will bring the noise like a loud chick,
And that's on everythang, stay in ya lane, be ahead of the game, that's how you stay in the game... factual,
You know the name, I ain't in it for the fame, all this money that I made they surprised I never changed,
A street legend I'm respected in the ghettos, brains by the Queens nigga fiending like a metal,
Son you jello, I shoot like Chelo fall flat and play dead when connected with stilettos,
With the microphone I take rappers out, all you niggas do is just grab a bout,
Where not the same I chase cake you chase clout, without a doubt I'm one of the illest rappers out...word!
Spit Gemz verse
Yo, I ain't gotta peel the tek blazer 4, let the shotty roar, then put a hole in a shape right through the fucking wall,
You ain't no fighter Son you learnt Karate at the fucking Mall, fucking derelict ya measurements off,
King of New York?, bitch you ain't the King of your porch, talking that B.I.G.
mind ya B-I, G,
Before the next dead rap group BRG, Underground Crown snatcher, sharper shankin' juvy,
I know you think you understand I bet you seen some movies, to move me it's gonna take some titans ya'll gonna have to get together and team-up if we fighting, I'm a mean fuck, might have a thing tucked, it's likely, I'm from Queens Dun, what you expect?, War excites me... and that, Brooklyn bullshit im a be forever armed...forever,
They said you fell off, I told them you was never on...never,
Fuck Outta Here!
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Intro Skit
Sir Wryter:
Lucid dreaming
People talking demon time
Peculiar,
Xican Brown:
Fuck what you thinking
Demons creep slow
Plot to kill ya,
Stole yo soul,
Sir Wryter:
Niggas selling souls just to a post pic,
Xican Brown:
Homie talking tough through his thumbs on the internet,
Sir Wryter:
Send one back to his mother in a ziplock,
Through Amazon Deliveries,
Xican Brown:
Don’t interrupt my energy,
The synergy,
Sir Wryter:
You little league rappers barely rapping
It’s a mockery,
Xican Brown:
Debauchery,
Sir Wryter:
Nigga I Hit Em Up"
It’s just the pac in me,
We should put em in the catacombs
XB- That’s a plan
Bet a grand
Sir- Son of Sam smiling
XB- Arthur Fleck on a Tuesday wita new blade
Sir- Trench coat like blade back in nine eight
I’m dripping
XB- I’ll crush ya face and ya whole side me dripped in
SW- travel ticket medicine
XB- no need for prescriptions stay trippin , skull gone when pain language is inflicted
SW- added to the wall in the cave
XB - proceed mission
SW- gods from the cradle to grave
XB- that’s nonfiction
XB- wipe smiles off leave no expression
SW- No descriptions,
XB- your decision
SW - better be a wise one or end up missing
XB - life takes a turn when god puts yours in my hand
SW- flipping double headed coins, you ain’t standing a chance
Hook
Moods do changes as the moon brings the night out
Kids pissed off, motha fuckas wanna wild out
What
Couple tunnels underground made from bones
Walk with us thru the catacombs
We going home
Ugh
V2
SW- You can’t bend or beak me
XB- My son tells me to sleep with the angels but I’m paranoid hoping they don’t take me
SW- I guess is better than a demon with the vibes hellacious
XB- Cowards love it when you fall, it feeds their evil graces
SW-rip the faces
Gotta have that big dog in a fight/
XB- For every shot you take there’s a Bullet to bite
SW- For every mind in the dark there’s a thought in the light
XB- Pressure makes diamonds but all you do is bursting the pipes
SW- Right on, right on
XB- ya scary ass sleeping with the on
Sir- serpents scales slide across the room slow
Like a python
XB- all this talk about wanting smoke
Sir- man we air it out
XB- I heard that heaven is full
Sir- so to hell we gotta send em out
XB- Skull and bones
Sir- Sacred like societies
XB- The irony
Sir- Something we wanna show you
XB- sheesh sheesh
XB- move quietly
Sir - shawdows in the hallways, that’s normal where we from
Sir- you thinking the shit is ending
XB - when it only just begun what
Hook
Moods do changes as the moon brings the night out
Kids pissed off, motha fuckas wanna wild out
What
A couple Tunnels underground made from bones
Walk with us thru the catacombs
We going home
Ugh
V3
XB- I know many got the evil eye on me
SW- Many ways to die
XB- take ya pick
SW- they got different varieties
XB- a shame how cats gotta touch the fire just to know it burns
SW- you don’t got to be around the table just to know it turns
XB- about to take it to the point where there’s no return
Sir- about to take you to a place called the underworld
XB- underground
Sir- crowns on a human skull leaning
XB- voices trapped in the wall, echoes of those screaming
Sir- nightmare on yo street
XB- you daydreaming
Sir- horror flick, no popcorn
XB- just you bleeding
Sir- nowhere to be found
XB- a long evening
Sir- I can take the soul of man
Without blinking
XB- stop speaking, gem droppers start peepin
SW- the 16th gods
XB- that walk on the earth creeping
Sir- a lot of blood suckers and I don’t condone leaching
XB- for no reason
Sir - Be a victim of no breathing
Hook
Moods do changes as the moon brings the night out
Kids pissed off, motha fuckas wanna wild out
What
A couple Tunnels underground made from bones
Walk with us thru the catacombs
We going home
Ugh
DJ Venum Outro Cuts
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Ca$ablanca lyrics
How we flow to the keys, soldiers rising as kings, to live when we bring war, back and forth balance like seesaws, 500 degrees pour,
with crime we detour, squeeze nines defeat yours, watch u retreat more than receding water on seashores, the spread of darkness heads my fortress, in games of war of able archer, K's ring departure, you vacate, you mayday, you label caught up
Niggas straight Leaning, watch if the law rush, then im banging this lame in and get him grain in to saw dust,
Crib in the sticks walls hang of portraits, of my clicks fame and fortune garage with Porsches, the rise and fall aline us all, till turning of flesh to corpses, next we enforce trust,
the lessons more rough to be built more tough like a Ford truck,
To quick to walk the path that's destine, to tip off my wrath connecting, to Reverend's a 100 miles around of my Last confession, speak to my glass reflection, my story deep to fast to catch it, my soldiers thieves in a league of a class perfecting
YNX 716 lyrics
And I’m just rhyming blunt my mind it way a ton.A old soul established in 91 I grinded 20 summers .Was the underdog beneath the underground.i spit a vessel out and I will not compete with none of y’all cuz that’s yo exit route.nothing before me.the first and last stuck in the fast lane clutching a 40.remember asking for a pass and they did nothing for me.chasing the underground crown it ain’t bout what you did then.What you doing for me now.i spit a hundred rounds I’m militant dilligent for a cause. The cold world made me belligerent.ignorance what they call it.when you lawless.they use you as a pawn and it had me skeptic.then all my dreams just manifested though this life get hectic.they want me jailed and arrested.reminisce on the method.I tried to get through they aint getting the message. So tell em that time change the mind games.made a fool.whether the 9 or a pen man I gotta keep this tool.
Ca$ablanca hook
Ayo, your gun or my gun nigga we gone score...after law, and keep on building we break the wall,
We shatter porcelain you all forgot to, fly through in a dry blue, we all kings, baggin' cash into C.R.E.A.M.
Ayo, your gun or my gun nigga we gone score...after law, and keep on building we break the wall,
We shatter porcelain you all forgot to, fly through in a dry blue, we all kings, baggin' cash into C.R.E.A.M.
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ARXV lyrics
They put me on a pedestal, talk about my legacy, I blow an ounce a kush in a week cause you rappers stressing me,
Throwing dirt on my name, all I hear is jealousy, if you ain't talking money then what the fuck is you telling me?,
I be where that cheddar be, Gucci Ma accessories, my bills make me travel up hills with bitches named Beverly,
I'm in the hamptons lampin', cookin' smalls while camping, running shit so long my legs started crampin',
Im on a higher class and different character my calibre exceed ya status don't make me embarrass ya I'm after ya,
with excalibur the king causing casualties, the throne is mine refer to me as your majesty,
You want the raw so you asking for war, either way I'm about my money till I'm tackling fours,
my status is sick, im all about stacking up chips, and cracking a 5th, and mac with ya bitch, on some extravagant shit!
DRE Colombia RAW lyrics
Ayo,
yo Son i'm bustin' out the mini shotty, illuminati got me paranoid don't trust nobody,
i'm chopping bricks like I do Karate...lyrical shape, like I'm on pilates, could ya career in 1 word nigga if you try me,
You say the word nigga it's a go, I show you how we roll, whipping rappers ass up and do the show,
The difference though you want the fame Son I want the dough, I'll die for mines or anything that I'm living foe,
And fuck the glamours and glits, my plans to get rich...and, provide a better life for all 4 of my kids, Son, and keep 'em off of the streets so I can watch these niggas live, better way of life than do shit that I was brought up in,
All the pain and the struggle that taught me how to hustle, ya'll in trouble now it's time for this royal rumble,
sorry doggies but I'm here to burst ya fuckin' bubble, taking over leave ya face rolling in the fucking rubble,
I'm not someone that you wanna get into, I'm not simple, get ya face popped like a juicy pimple,
Legs broken and I leave you cripple, ya boy is foul violating motherfuckers like a double dribble,
best scenario is keep it calm, cause i'll extend my arm and dump every bullet in this firearm!
Ca$ablanca hook
Ayo, your gun or my gun nigga we gone score...after law, and keep on building we break the wall,
We shatter porcelain you all forgot to, fly through in a dry blue, we all kings, baggin' cash into C.R.E.A.M.
Ayo, your gun or my gun nigga we gone score...after law, and keep on building we break the wall,
We shatter porcelain you all forgot to, fly through in a dry blue, we all kings, baggin' cash into C.R.E.A.M.
Dre Colombia RAW outro
Better keep it calm nigga,
We ain't playing around about mines...feel me?!,
Ayo Ca$a you know how we do this shit?!,
Word up nigga,
Your gun is my gun and my gun is yo gun nigga,
Bust yours I bust mines...you feel me!
Let's Go!!!
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Eight years have gone by since Crown of Grim Reaperz blessed us with a new offering.
Since "Pieces To Puzzle" dropped way back in 2014, Crown has been chipping away at an array of production credits, all whilst recruiting Bask One of Beneath The Underground to release this 17 joint mammoth LP entitled UNDERGROUND CROWN.
Curated and executed by Bask One over an 18 month period, both Crown and Bask bring forth a well rounded line up of old and new school boombap lyricists from the East & Westcoasts, with over 50+ emcees flexing their lyricism over Crowns heavy, yet eclectic raw boombap beats.
Underground Crown clocks over 70+ minutes, with features from heavyweights: Tragedy Khadafi, Chris Rivers, Jay Royale, Rigz, Mooch, MAV & Rob Gates of Da Cloth, iLL Conscious, Da Buze Bruvaz, Mad Squablz, Shabaam Sahdeeq, DV Alias Khryst, Born Unique, UG, Ruste Juxx to name just a few.
They also have summoned some of the illest cut masters to complete the whole picture, including Snowgoons DJ Crypt, DJ TMB, DJ Robert Smith, DJ Venum, DJ Grazzhoppa plus many more.
released January 22, 2022
Produced by: Crown of Grim Reaperz
Mixed & Mastered by: Soundsizer @ Just Listen Records Studio
Executive produced by: Bask One of Beneath The Underground & Crown Da Reaperz
Artwork by: Darkelexir
JUST LISTEN RECORDS & BENEATH THE UNDERGROUND
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2022
