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World
I guess we all can't be equal, it's just the way they made it fam/
they made a plan to take command, stripped the native man/
naked, from his sacred land, the hate expands, I daze and glance/
blazin' grams, mappin' ways to generate a grand, I stay advanced/
through great demands I hold the mic, know the ledge and know my rights/
'cause I'll be damned if the man ever stole my life/
cobras strike, cold as ice, there's no advice to guide the youth/
dying young, the rising sun, provide the truth inside the booth/
so tie your boots, it's war, Terminator 4, destruction of mankind/
corruptin' a man's mind, [I'll fill you in]/
militants kill civilians for millions, sinistered schemes/
[innocent screams], you hear them calling in your fuckin' dreams/
alluminati struck my team, stuck us where the fiends roam/
this is where our seeds grow like weed clones, we seek hope/
where killas cock and squeeze chrome through drug zones/
the bum's home's an alley, in the lonesome valley 'nuff bones git buried!
second verse [8 bars]
I blow trees through the winter breeze, minus ten degrees freezin'/
blood, sweat and tears I'm still here seeing our seeds bleedin'/
streets fiendin' for the real, we keep schemin' for a mill/
I'll never sleep until my dream's fulfilled and all my peeps eatin'/
belly achin', constant elevation, fuck a freemason/
[hell is waitin'], break the spell of satan, contemplatin' patient/
allluminati mark of the beast, target the streets/
starving to eat, you can hear the world's heart when it beats!
Track titled WORLD, feat. Bambino and Koleon Menace, produced by Sludem, soon to be released on mixtapes worldwide!
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yo respect fam, that's my whole emmo anyways, the realness, when i'm on some battling or grimy tip it's more for fun or to make your heads bop, but my whole emmo is the realness, thx and good lookin' yo, peace!
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21
1 full moon, 2 dirty goons/
3 gunshots 4 o'clock in the morn/
5'0 comin', keep 6 'cause it's on/
7 youngbucks with guns drawn for the war/
channel 8 news coverage, a stabbing commences/
while 9 witnesses seen what happened in the trenches/
10 corrupt cops in a drug spot, coincidence?/
11 division takin' your mug shots and fingerprints/
12 man jury deciding your innocence/
13 the eye of the beast/
at 14 was strivin' to eat/
15 schemes, we pull this shit clean/
we roundin' up the fiends, now shit is sweet 16/
turn the 17th floor into an amphetamine store/
18 years, blood sweat and tears, we dirt poor/
19 slugs from the teck, got plenty guns/
20 killas on your block, you won't make it to see 21 !
track titled 21, feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial the Guillotine for his album in 07!
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No Faces 2 [07 shit]
verse 1
hey yo, real badboys make moves with no talks, chrome cocked/
clips filled to the top, they own blocks/
kill a cop for the right price, the trife life/
night lights and knife fights, the shiest type that might strike/
with the iron like they Mike Tyson, eyesight, twenty-twenty, heavy semi/
strapped by the fat belly, black machete, stack fetti/
heavy cat, system failed me, school held me back/
on the strip dudes sellin' packs, been through hell and back/
blue skelly cap, white sneakers, bubble goose/
night creepers, might reach ya and leak ya with that double duece/
guzzle juice and stay bent, pay rent with made men who do hits/
watch no faces, launder paper legitt/
we follow street codes, police patrol blocks/
where pregnant fiends swallow deep loads for a piece of coke rock, speak to no cops/
git robbed for your gold watch if you owe me ya dough/
leave you leakin' that wet tissue like you're blowin' your nose!
HOOK
You know, real badboys make moves with no talks/
touch spots, shut shit down and open up shop/
don't watch no faces, the cops be so racist/
the block be so hot, but we plot for more paper/
real badboys make moves with no talks/
bust glocks all in your crown and open up shop/
don't watch no faces, the cops be so racist/
the block be so hot, you git popped with no traces !
verse 2 Crucial the Guillotine [not shown]
HOOK
verse 3
let's do it no talks, we never speak, settle beef with heavy heat/
steady keep pushin' to the top, I'm clockin' every week/
snitches git vapourized and aired out/
for mean muggin', homie paid the consequence, it's beef over stare downs/
unlock and load, the shots'll blow your top like a Kennedy/
watch for the enemy, I keep their pictures locked in my memory/
watch no faces, dig dirt, survived through thin and thick and worst/
but fuck a 187, I know a judge who gotta git murked!
Track titled, No Faces 2 [ 07 shit ] , feat. Bambino and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial the Guillotine, every year we drop em with another No Faces track, brapppppppp!
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Yea Don.
Keep it going bruv.
Stay you my brother.
Peace
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respect my man, many blessings to you for '07 bro, peace!
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That World track is fuckin dope Don.... cant wait to hear the audio... mad respect on all ya shit homie
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Guillotine Drop
we rip tracks, split cats in half wit da pick-axes/
blast with the big matics, snap a pig's wig backwards/
zig-zags in my pocket, ounce of the greenery/
big stacks in the process, lounge in the scenery/
time is up, it ain't a thing to aim the beam, the same regime/
TTT, y'all lames stay in ya lane we reign supreme/
live from the trench side where mens ride when friends die/
revenge lies in the eyes of a killa so keep your lens wide/
ten, nine, eight, seven seconds to detonate, blow the spot/
homie if you can't hold it you know it's hot/
molten rock on the tip of my pen, burn the wood writin'/
clash of the hood titans, fight to the end/
triflin' sins, serpents and snakes, circles of hate, jake patrollin'/
eliminate opponents, violate, your fuckin' face is broken/
we slay the omen, start the revolution late/
guillotine drop, my team set the execution date!
HOOK
it be that head bop, head shot, fill the glock to the top/
kill a cop hiphop, chill we got this locked/
my team's hot,.... so anytime we quick to set it/
soon as the guillotine drops you've been beheaded/
it be that head bop, head shot, fill the glock to the top/
kill a cop hiphop, chill we got this locked/
wit da beam dot to make the scene hot, so bring the medics/
soon as the guillotine drops you've been beheaded!
track titled Guillotine Drop feat. Bambino and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial the Guillotine for his album soon to drop '07!
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I reinstalled my windows so my other name and password got lost, it's still Da Dishonourable Don aka Bloodyhookz
Murder Section
we speak the truth and salute the real generals/
Bino in the booth be that proof, he's incredible/
the kid's nice, we profile and rip mics, my wolves howl at midnight/
what's goin' down?, these homos throwin' towels in a fistfight?/
bleed wit a broken nose, leavin' in a comatose/
we git our gwop up, TTT coast to coast/
it's real life poetry, kill mics potently/
lurking where the locust breed, [stature] dope mc/
I'm from an era where the beats and rhymes had to be dope/
but do I do an R&B song or rather be broke?/
can it be hope that had my mental strivin'?/
surviving through the thin and thick of this bitch and all the ghetto violence/
I'm not the one to play it sweet kid, so stop testin'/
cock the wesson, betcha layin' sleep inside a box restin'/
so stop snitchin' running to the cops fessin', learn ya lesson/
[TRENCH TOWN WEST BOUND], the murda section!
track titled Murder Section, feat. Bambino, Crucial the Guillotine, and Govs, produced by Crucial G for his album set to drop any day now, stay in tune, peace!
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long time no see hot shit!
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All He Can
verse 1
I do what I can, for fam I will sacrifice my only life/
and that is real talk, I still walk the road of Christ/
on the block we rollin' dice for fins, tens and twenties/
through the colder nights my soldiers might mix gin with henny/
just to stay warm, avoiding frostbites, police head-lights/
fed up life, feds at night might set you up to git you bite/
bet ya life on it, every verse is illegal/
let's start the revolution now, the good versus the evil/
I slay demons, stay schemin' on the government's wallet/
while you suckas stay day dreamin' puffin' your chronic/
we git our gwop over, block soldier, it never do stop/
until our revenue's collected through on every two blocks/
where federals watch, but I ain't sweatin', I ain't seein' no trife 'cause/
pumping cd's just like drugs without the tight cuffs/
and the white judge, we movin' legitt/
so light it up, and bump this, while you cruise in ya whips wit ya blunts lit, baby!
HOOK [voice sample]
A real man has done, all he can x2
verse 2
I drop gems that be top ten, persuing a million/
keep my rhymes fresh while y'all spoil and ruin the feelin'/
TTT, we in the building homie, do this for the children/
still in the hood, where villainous hoods shooting and killin'/
beyond official, I'm on the grizzles where the wolves howl/
forced to hit you, fuck a court judicial, killa blow trial/
eat wit a closed mouth, and speak when you spoken to/
never talk to police, my peeps never broke that rule/
I used to go to school, liquor breath, the stench of chron lingerin'/
that's when I found out that the Mason's praised the wrong kingdom/
the Son of God risen, listen, it's spiritually awesome/
for folks with no hope, who cope and be dealing with losses/
fight for the righteous causes, proceed to lead the blind/
and watch my people rise so we can shine and eat divine/
I'm not afraid to speak my mind, that's why the cops hate me/
pops made me, mommy had me, but the block raised me, daddy!
track titled ALL HE CAN, feat. Bambino, produced by Sludem da Beatmaker, real nice vibe to this track, and know to all mc's or spectators, Bambino only writes rhymes on the spot in a matter of minutes last minute status at the studio, so just to show y'all that there ain't no preparation to my music, shit is just raw, thx for your time and to peep this track, check, www.myspace.com/bambinottt peace mothafuckas!
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Nobody Knows
The wind blows through the air at night, God protect my life/
hold my spirit tight, due to fear and fright, I'm never scared to fight/
tear the mic, we bare the light to guide the blind, the road is paved/
100 degree farenheit, we flaring like solar rays/
soldier face Triple T, unfold your fake trickery/
the lies of the government's ties, I know your snake history/
jake friskin' me to fill a quota, [feelin' colder]/
kill a cobra wit my bare hands, advance through the badlands/
baggypants battlestance, fightin' for the righteous purpose/
strike ya merciless, and smite you for the ice you worship/
slice you perfect with the knife and splice you like a surgeon/
the nicest wordsmith on the mic be puttin' nights of work in/
writin' verses, the ink drops until my pen stops/
it's real life graffiti for my greazies in the penn locked/
Sludem with the beats about to make me a mill/
fuck a record deal, we do this for the sake of the real !
HOOK
We all eat, sleep, shit and piss/
breathe the air that God blessed so we can co-exist/
fight the struggle, and do anything to feed ya kids/
life's a hustle, and we all tryin' to see it rich [NOBODY KNOWS]
track titled NOBODY KNOWS, feat. Bambino and Koleon Menace, prod. by Sludem, to peep this banger, click, www.myspace.com/sludembeats , peace out, 1!