yo Alesco and Luther, nuff respect for the feedback, this thread is strictly lyrics from tracks I've laced already, but I appreciate all the compliments and criticism, hope y'all checked the audios for some of the tunes, if you don't know just check the first verse, I placed the site at the bottom, 1 love!
yo Luther, I know I always break your balls and shit, but you're like one of the few who could give me a good battle, win or lose, we're still gonna battle, but it's all for the love anyways, you're a pretty nice mc, I read some lyrics in your thread, keep doin' u!
For You
verse 1
Yo, my verses break thunder, the eighth wonder, human snake hunter/
caught up in this concrete jungle tryin' to escape hunger/
the real mystery of life's what remains under/
the ill misery is trife, now your days numbered/
I write proliffic like most of my life's written/
with the right vision we can blow and see dough where ice glistens/
incite wisdom, my poetry's a part of me still/
my pen expresses how my arteries feel/
but pardon my ways, the rage got me startin' to crave/
starving for days like Spartacus with an army of slaves/
the cop riding his horse portrays the ancient Roman/
but with the positive force then we can slay the omen/
I pray to Amen, and pay the homage/
but still remain accomplice to the streets until my way's accomplished/
blazin' chronic through these days of violence, staying silent/
tryin' to get my family out the gutter, I never break a promise!
HOOK
this is for my, street survivors and grimy riders/
block corner hustlers and nine to fivers/
for the kids in the ghetto, single moms and dads, even though I'm on the ave/
see my mind is wiser/
if you're stressed out, feeling fine, sober or red/
forget the grey clouds with the silver line over your head/
'cause the sun'll still shine when you over the edge/
I'm in the slums killin' time, converting dough into bread!
verse 2
whether sunshine or rain, I'm putting time in the game/
I try to explain, I'm finished doing crimes that ain't payin'/
applying the pain, combined with few minds that are same/
I finally came, now everybody's dying to see fame/
the dynasty reigns, but underground's where my head's restin'/
thinking wise 'cause the fam schooled me with the best lessons/
I'm a full grown man, see I'm a handle this money/
need a full blown plan to feed the fam 'cause we hungry/
[for my man's lookin' bummy] Fuck the riches and gear/
bitches and peers'll have you setback switching your gears/
did it for years, now I'm thinking long term, it's beyond yearn/
to get the crib first, then the whip, and let the chron burn/
a wrong turn'll get you shot or locked in the slammer/
that's why I focus on my art and provocative grammer/
doin' petty little hustles on the side for loot/
whether it's, pouring rain or the SKY IS BLUE!
Track's called FOR YOU, just a lil poetry feat. Bambino and Rude 1, produced by Simms the StoneCutter, let's get some feedback aight?!
illness right here, the flow is on point and the content is real.
my favorite post of yours so far. peace.
Real Life Poetry
yo Rest in Peace to Junglist, may God bless your soul/
got everybody in my parts depressed, stressed and cold/
when I heard the bad news, son I was set to explode/
stayin' in vex mode, another story of the ghetto unfolds/
yo, vision a cracked mirror, bad luck for seven years/
nightmares, waking up cold sweats and sheddin' tears/
at times I wake up out my bed forgetting that I'm here/
only for a short few, wasted time on the streets duckin' beast and curfew/
puffin' trees that's purple, learned that love indeed'll hurt you/
trying to blow up, knowin' that luxury's a virtue kid, and poverty's reality/
so "FUCK WIT ME, I'LL HURT YOU" is the modern day mentality/
for most, 'cause ain't nobody tryin' to be ghost/
relying on toast, the cries of society's hopes/
I'm from a place where the dope be supplyin' the dough/
and food at the table, these youths carry tools by the nable/
shoot at ya fatal, aim a deuce-deuce at your nasal/
it goes, tragedy and triumph, the life of a tyrant/
the good, bad, the ugly, the misery and violence!
Big fuckin' tune right there, titled Real Life Poetry feat. Bambino and Koleon Menace, produced by An-Drew, if you wanna check this tune out, click into www.tightbeatz.com , click the UNDERGROUND category to the left, then scroll through the pages until you see EgWEST, peace mothafuckas!
r.i.p. Junglist {my nigga 4 life}, that soldier Smiley, and J.P. {my bro's bro}
these were all victims of gunfire, stop the violence, but the question is how do you stop the violence? WE MUST SEEK THE SOLUTION FROM WITHIN OURSELVES
Last edited by Da Dishonourable Don; 06-01-2006 at 04:27 AM.
Andrem, much fuckin' love G, I appreciate the feedback and compliments, hope you keep checkin' the thread, and hope you peeped the audios for some of these tunes, ill fuckin' productions, trust me! 1 love kid!!!!!!!
Fuck Fantino
3rd verse from track titled Fuck Fantino, for those wondering who Fantino is, he was the chief of police in Toronto, so when he was in power I wrote a movement track called "Fuck Fantino"
to the police: officer nickname Baldy
yo, you don't give a fuck what the people say/
you only tryin' to git a buck off of equal pay/
when Jamir passed, you laughed and put a front for his folks/
then the years passed your faggot ass was still comin' wit jokes/
I can't have a smoke on the block/
without a fag with a badge and a glock, grabbin' my crotch/
hopin' I drop/
It's all real and still, mostly I feel/
'til every crooked cop is dead, then I get cozy and chill/
but the genocide remains, destruction and chaos/
handcuffing dealers and extorting them for payoffs/
have 'em in a cage mossed/
you pig swine think you're bigtime, but couldn't investigate on a made boss/
so take your best shot and buck Bambino/
for his words, but I know ya heard, FUCK FANTINO!
fuck the police, that verse was dedicated to officer Bernard aka Baldy, you fuckin pig, he was awarded 'cop of the year', lil anyone knew he was a corrupted drug dealing scum, track titled 'Fuck Fantino' feat. Bambino and Tony Gazzo aka D-V-ous Kovorkian, produced by An-Drew
r.i.p. Jamir Mighty, this verse was in defence of you, fuck the police!!!!!!!!
tight shit kid
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
yo respect G.C., check out www.soundclick.com/EgWest, some tunes on there you can peep just to let y'all know what we're dealin' with!
Grime Balls
just a verse I laced on my homie's tune
if I see the bitch in you kid, you better run fast/
100 yard dash from Steeles to Dundas/
and still the guns blast, and I'll kill your dumb ass/
so if you squeel, ya gonna feel your blood spill like blunt trash/
I'm unmatched, unruly and more cocky/
a player in the game with no ice like floor hockey/
dropped flows with the best, but I spit too fearsome/
pop holes through your chest like they nipple piercings/
I'm way beyond reach, when da Don speaks, I spit fatal/
divine speech that'll make your mind freak like Chris Angel/
Bean's'll stay official, raisin' the pistol/
burn your facial tissue lika a NATO missle/
I got the jaw strength of eighty pitbulls/
crazy kid's that'll lace ya wig kid and make it painful/
invade your crib and make your wiz straight take it anal/
razor blades engrave your facial, stick my name in it/
kid I spit flame wit it guaranteed to radiate you/
I'll leave you bleedin' from the neck, show what machete blades do/
how is it we ain't even met and I already hate you?/
you rat on me and I'll deal with you snitches/
and stick you with the heroin needle until you addicted! FEEL ME?!
yo Bigups to my nigga G-Chile on current lock-down!
i didn't realize it was you, good shit fam
nuff love Locust, haha!
Local News
another homocide, late night/
street lights shine bright/
ambulance sirens on, tooly in that thug's palm/
fiends get they drugs on, smokin' on a glass dick/
mob puttin' hits out, body wrapped in plastic/
get stabbed for your iced jewels, these shiest dudes/
window shopper, broke pocket in the projects schemin' on your nice shoes/
chicken-head on a mission, strippin' for her school tuition/
gittin' bread but didn't listen to jewels that was given/
mom dukes in the kitchen, dishin' up a good meal/
son doing life up in the system 'cause the hood's real/
chess playing on a corner, mapping out a check mate/
T.O. the gats blow, increasing the death rate!
HOOK
if you not in tune with the realness, you so confused/
we keep it gully for the real heads, you know the rules/
we keep it street-wise, the game is over, now it's time to show and prove/
but it's not your candy shop rap, it's your local news!
my 2nd verse
entrails all over the guard rail, police chase/
turns into a street race, a fatal collision/
while the heat blaze, a few blocks away, 2 shots are stray/
another innocent child unstable condition, listen/
shit's gettin' deeper now, grim reeper out on a journey/
an attorney bled to death on a gurney/
surely, while some gain the rush only narcotics provide/
product supplied, another heroin addict thought he could fly/
suicide from the 18th story/
Corey has an infatuation, fascination with Jason Voorhes/
so he roams the dark alleys with an axe and a mask/
police found a prostitute severed in half by the trash!
Tune's titled 'Local News', feat. Bambino, Koleon Menace, Crucial G, and Infamous Blitz, produced by Crucial G, this track's a real banger and if you want to check it go to www.soundclick.com/EgWest
announcement to make: your boy Creepy Follows aka Da Dishonourable Don, best known as Bambino, just got hit with a warrant for my arrest all due to a custy snitch who couldn't face me like a man so we had to take his fuckin' chain from his neck, and he ran to the police, if y'all don't see me in a minute, you know what the drilly is, just everyday shit around my way and yours, FUCK THE POLICE, STOP SNITCHING MOTHERFUCKAS!
Dougie you're
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