Da Dishonourable Don [put the hit out thread]

[Da Dishonourable Don]

What up with these young hoes going gung-ho for the cock?/
eleven-teens forever seen rollin' in flocks/
proposin' the twot, probably posin' for props/
by grade 9, she can moss O's in her crotch/
strolls on the strip, a routine hoe mission/
then she rolls in a whip, eleven-teen goes missin'/
[like], Double D Jenny, at eleven was doing wrong/
hoppin' into cars in a high school uniform/ {her older sister's highschool dress}
tricking mothafuckas like she was eightteen/
sucking dick up in the whip, 'cause she wants to make cream/
strippin' on the scene, like the shit was Martigras/
and fuck playing with Barbie dolls, she drinks Bacardi raw through a straw/
reach to the mall with no draws/
and all of her flaws are based upon swallowin' balls/
I even knew the girl's dad, but never done said shit/
'cause yo, if that was my daughter, she be one dead bitch, kid/
so now the story breaks to an end/
if you get hit with statuatory, you'll get raped in the penn/
for all you sick pervs, fuckin' with chicks in grade school/
don't you deny and lie you never really knew her age FOOL!

track titled Eleven-teen, feat. Bambino and Tony Gazzo, produced by An-Drew, basically this track's about girls under 13 who feel the need to be older than they are, so we call those girls eleven-teens, a real epidemic nowadays considering the fact that these little girls are gittin' abused, raped and killed, and who's to blame for it all?
So basically me and my homie decided to make a tune about it, on some real grimy lyrics, kinda like tough love for all these unguided lil girls, hopefully from what we see and express, there can be somewhat of a change!

[Da Dishonourable Don]

second verse

hey yo, this second verse is meant for the real who never envy/
'cause 95 percent of you feel you're better than me/
from high school principals, hater and hoes/
who know, my i.q.'s invincible and greater than most/
my true people feel what I feel, we're like loyal/
while the other ones ran with a plan to strike oil/
digging in the dirt, with they dick in the mud/
failing to realize water ain't thicker than blood/
unconditional love, my family recieves/
then eventually I'll need a wife to plant me a seed/
before I couldn't see the light handed to me/
'cause it was dark when I chose that road that was selected/
the Lord be my Shepherd, and restoreth my soul/
so when his cup runneth over my head, I feel protected/
say a prayer right before bed and pay homage/
to the one true King who bled and resurrected!

HOOK

[Do the knowledge], the blood in my veins remains blue/
[Do the knowledge], my lyrics sustain the main proof/
came through in the game with an aim to regain truth/
and all you fake thugs with your chains be plain cute/
[Do the knowledge], the blood in my veins remains blue/
[Do the knolwledge], my lyrics sustain the main proof/
came through in the game with an aim to regain truth/
and all you fake thugs with your chains be plain cute!

track titled Do the Knowledge feat. Bambino, produced by Diggy aka 360

[oDoUoSoKo]

barrel of monks for life

[Da Dishonourable Don]

yeah, good lookin' on peeping my thread D!

[Da Dishonourable Don]

fuck the government, and fuck these school systems and prisons/
this tool's clickin' on any stool pigeon that's snitchin'/
I been had it, 'bout to blow spots like Ben Laden/
C4 on the door of every cop on the force/
I wish that I can chill, retire, and cop me a Porsche/
but the struggle, got me on the block with the poor/
politicians ain't caring about the urban community/
therefore opportunity don't knock on your door/
what's really hardcore?, is it being a thug?/
or seeing loved ones locked up or bleeding from slugs?/
the reason is bug, the media be posting the fear/
and Bill Blair got a plan to git rid of these guns/
they act like they know how it is to live in the slums/
where most of us from, ya snitch and catch a hole in your lungs/
if you're not in tune with the real and what the facts about/
life in the ghetto's like a deadly game of cat and mouse!

HOOK

the Bill Blair Snitch Project/
the Bill Blair Snitch Project/
the Bill Blair Snitch Project/
East to West, Downtown, whatever which projects!

track feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don, produced by Sludem, check this one out at www.soundclick.com/EgWest

[Da Dishonourable Don]

if y'all don't know what my nationality is by now, well I'm Italiano {Calabrese},
grew up in the projects of Toronto,{west end of the city}, and I'm still there, and this verse is from a project me and my man D-V-OUS aka Tony Gazzo are doing called Calabrian Connection, real grimy wops, no fake perpetrating wigger shit here, real authentic G'd up shit!

Calabrian Connect, Tony Gaz and Beans/
duct-tape you in a bed full of gasoline/
so fuck you fake gangsters, you're styles is Puss/
if y'all pussy, then don't beat around the bush/
bread and pasta up in my plate with sauce/
red wine and a nine with the safety off/
and if I hate you, I won't murk you at all/
'cause D-V-OUS'll decimate you with a circular saw/
hard headed, insane, remains the approach/
kid I'll stick you for your chain, hop the train, then I'm ghost/
throwin' flames 'til you roast, thermometres burst/
explode the whole globe, you'll need a microscope just to monitor Earth/
when I conjour the verse, I conquered your turf/
and it hurts, like you seen your mom being blown from a bomb in her purse/
Da Dishonourable Don's a son of a kwam with a curse/ {son of a bitch}
who's only thoughts are based upon you belonging in dirt/
so try fate, and end up in a box laced/
I'm more pain in the ass, than your anal prostate/
so if you ain't diggin' my style, you gittin' no love/
here, take this dick in ya mouth, so you can blow up!

track titled Malateste Calabrese {bad minded Calabrese}, feat. Bambino and D-V-OUS Kovorkian aka Tony Gazzo, produced by An-Drew, to check out my boy Tony Gazzo, just click onto www.soundclick.com/EgWest , check for his tune out there called BLOODSQUIRTZ produced by SLUDEM, real grimy lyracism!

[Da Dishonourable Don]

verse 1

Manifesting each lesson, 92 beats per second/
on streets I be a veteran, deceased I'd be a legend/
at the time when Maestro let your backbone slide/ {'88}
graffiti on my jeans, Starter cap fit all size/
break-dance competitions after school outside/
fights breaking out, and winning, coming back home live/
lumberjacket on my back, before you seen a napsack in your raps/
loved to play sports and listen to facts/
it's like in grade six, shit didn't matter no more/
I'm trying to date chicks and clicks show how badder you are/
in this ghetto area full of p-noid bitches/
and decoy snitches that influenced this b-boy image/
before 140 hang out, when Naughty came out/
cats switchin' they style, but never went the same route/
baggy pants, trench coat, tuc and hi-cuts/
battle stance and all that I had was five bucks!

HOOK

It be that HIPHOP {HIPHOP}, shit right here/
that'll have your heads boppin', yo grab your beers/
about to bring the game back now, have no fear/
THE RETURN OF REAL RAP IS HERE!
It be that HIPHOP {HIPHOP}, shit right here/
that'll have your heads boppin', yo grab your beers/
about to bring the game back now, have no fear/
THE RETURN OF REAL RAP IS HERE!

verse 2

Back in da days we'd fistfight, whoever dropped the needle was hype/ {breakmove}
staying fly like an eagle in flight/
stickin' kids for their Nikes, or pulling skids on a bike/
it's memories I politic when I write/
we used to have fun then, sons of a gun who turned to gunmen/
whether it's rap or it's streets, defeat the judgement/
'cause only G.O.D. can judge we/
hiphop's a living energy, I'm holding it down just like one deep/
lyrics I speak, stay deeper than your last breath/
lyrics are weak and brothers still tryin' to cash cheques/
lyric physique you need to practice just to catch wreck/
when experience pays off, then you cash back/
then again it's all about ice, but it ain't all about ice/
your whole budget bidding over your price/
rippin' the mic hype, like a thug on midnight heist/
'cause Bambino knows what the populace likes right?!

HOOK

verse 3

Bino's chillin', the whole Trench chillin'/
what more can I say, we all villains/
that's what we got, so we rep our hood/
SO IF YOU UNDERSTOOD/
let me, rock the mic and spread my words/
it's soon time that I shine as I connect my verse/
the love for rap, minimal few could understand it/
political views, critical fools tried to ban it/
big men's bustin' they guns before the music/
but what you guide can be addictive and abusive/
critics can't comprehend, so they fearing what they can't understand/
and under the hand's a plan/
just to separate, and divide you and I/
from unifying and hiding all the truth and lies/
from white to black, black to white, despite the fact/
recite the track, we need to fight for our rights to rap!

track titled The Return feat. Bambino, produced by Bambino, some real shit!

[GuardianOne]

verse 1

Casualties, terminal disease, broken families/
profanity and poverty, projects and private property/
new millenium, bad credit, low income/
street bum, the seven day struggle to eat son/
slavery, bad ownership, and condolences/
only if we know the pain that tomorrow brings/
memories, flashbacks of friends and enemies/
sellouts leaving you scarred emotionally, pandemony/
made mistakes, an outrage, teenage pregnancies/
can't grow seeds on low wage independency/
abortions, parents divorcin', ghetto orphans/
drugs and money bossin', stranded misfortunes/
watch for global warming when half of the world floods/
man, woman, child and thug's innocent bloodrush/
days are getting closer to the endin'/
and you ain't even listen for a second when there's much more to mention/
see, those who live the poorest are the purest/
take it as the way that you prefer it, everything has a purpose for it!

HOOK

Like a stone made from Egypt, I'm a keep shinin'/
'cause God gave me a gift, my poetry's vivrant/
I pull trees, blow o.z.'s in deep silence/
for o.g.'s who don't go to sleep, the heat's risin'/
police patrolling the beat with beast sirens/
there's no peace, only for peeps resting in peace lyin'/
police patrolling the beat with beast sirens/
there's no peace, only for peeps resting in peace lyin'!

To check the rest of this track, click into www.soundclick.com/EgWest, I wrote these lyrics like almost 10 years ago, never had it on cd or mp3 format, so I decided to lace it up the other week in the lab and bring it back, track titled SOMETHING FROM NOTHING [OLD SCHOOL SHIT], feat. Bambino, produced by SLUDEM, real nice track right there, so enjoy!

Its a nice beat, i would have to check you lyrics and the rest of the verses you posted.

Peace
PS: Keep up the good work and keep posting!

[Da Dishonourable Don]

1 love for peeping my thread, stay up homie, peace!

[Ghost Lee]

this shit is hot

[Da Dishonourable Don]

nuff respect homie, I'm a keep em coming!

[Da Dishonourable Don]

yo, I grab the mic and rip it, the type to slip in/
the micky for your wife to sip it, I bust the whitest gizm/
I write rhythms that'll Ike your women/
knife slittin' lyracism causing fights in prison/
brawl in a beef, knockout, you lost all of your teeth/
Beans'll pull the glock out when you're fallin' asleep/
my rap style be similar to UFC/
plus my background be sinistered, my crew's deadly/
November the third's the type of shit you blend it with herb/
the policy is robbery, so legal tender's insured/
offending your bird?, you'll get kicked and sent to the curb/
bendin' my nerves will have you gone so you never return/
when I got beef I eat it, cock heat when heated/
you talk sweet, you'll rock a wreath with a box beneath it/
[check it], set you up in your lobby for your leather/
rock it in the winter, [that or], your fams'll rock a poppy in November!

track titled Say Goodbye, feat. Bambino, Diggy 360, and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial G

[Da Dishonourable Don]

It's Bambino, my legacy forever be held/
from the block to penitentiary cells/
Marlee ave. to Beverly Hills, for real I leave my enemies killed/
[you get sniped], now you know how a Kennedy feels/
[we get hyped], like an energy pill/
my entity stills the globe, I probe while the Century's built/ {century sam blunt}
I got a few good soldiers that'll take what's yours/
ETF style and break through doors, so face the floor/
these Triple T killas be the realest you heard/
chill on the curb with a villainous herd, the feeling's superb/
from Front Page to Marlee's a gunplay safari/
where blunts blaze so much in one day, they faze hardly/
nsombniac, staying awake 'til late/
takin' your plate for making papes, investigating your gates/
plus, this trooper's like a bomb nuked, when it critically drops/
so hot, it makes your mom dukes to the Triple T rock/ {trench town rock}

track titled Line Of Fire, feat. Bambino and Crucial G, produced by Bambino and Crucial G

[Da Dishonourable Don]

yo it's street life, gotta eat nice/
your juby suckin' me right, paranoia make me not sleep right/
'cause days is cold, at night we hustle for dough/
you feel that, chill in your bones when I space your zone/
raise the chrome, slugs'll replace your dome/
and this be fame, you wish that you made me known/
{fuckin' fag}, see Koleon rung my tel/
detailed, told me to hit him up on the cell/
slowly we connect like we siamese twins/
info being held like we IBM's/
mafia style, Calabrian child, jewel of the Nile/
you never knew me, my mentality's foul/
chain snatch with your face flat on the block/
adrenaline rush, first time my hands on a glock/
push your wig, move your ribs/
illegitimate or do it for biz, been crazy ever since dad blew out giz/
so feel the pain inside/
overriding my brain, until the day that I die, just recognize my name......
IT'S BAMBINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mixtape verse, track feat. Bambino, A-DOLO, Koleon Menace and Caution, produced by Dr. Jekylls

[Da Dishonourable Don]

first verse

I'm like one phone call 'way from blowing/
losing my mind, but still using my mind to stay in focus/
yo, the beast housing brothers like a project/
military combat displaying conflict with no motive/
in the Trench you can hear shots whistling, lost souls whispering/
deteriorated flesh corroded/
and if you get caught visiting, screwface soliciting/
these shots blowin' and poparazzi won't even know it/
playing games of Ladders and Snakes, infatuated by a lavish estate/
will no food establish my plate?/
as a youth a hundred troops stayed bangin the place/
no matter the case, always kept the shank by the waist/
all good times live and die, never wondering why/
I'm gittin' high like the lightning, with thunder in the skies/
cold is the emotion that describes the populations of few/
like animals we occupate in this zoo!

HOOK

your record deal ain't shit, 'cause where I'm at alley cats bustin' gats be stuck on that same tip/
gear, money, lust, hoes, liquor and gusto/
cess trees, and never ending sessions of blunt smoke/
your record deal ain't shit, 'cause where I'm at alley cats bustin' gats be stuck on that same strip/
gear, money, lust, hoes, liquor and gusto/
cess trees, and when the beef comes, watch for gunsmoke!

verse 2

I never reach to clubs, I only eat with thugs/
it's only peace and love, I rock beats that's bug/
you harcore?, then bust one, the Trench's deeper than dug/
helicopters seeking above/
knee-deep steep in the mud, releasing out heat in the slugs/
government eating my grub, fairy tales beating you up the side of your head/
'cause shit's realer than brothers fuckin' your bitch right inside of your bed/
it's either you're dead, or fight staying alive/
supremacy slaying your pride/
while the streets be enslaving your bride/
plus you never seen any of my thugs in the club/
crib smoked out, keep a cutty under the rug/
the lifestyle's of the poor and grit kids that rob and stick/
ever since we aboarded the ship/
and on the same boat, you pray and can't cope with the risk/
too many victims in the street life, who's all in the mix?!

HOOK

verse 3

times are truly hard, fuck the status of a superstar/
and movie broads, strictly ghetto bitches in a nudey bar/
it's me and you lampin, money ain't a bitch I'm romancin'/
still holding hands with 50/50 transcripts/
the shit I feed my fam with, so if you understand this/
mark my words, git it the same way I planned it/
I'm on some retired by 35 establishments/
'cause 26 years ain't been the same for my family since/
I need a Benz, jet black, triple tinted windows/
with weedsmoke, a bangin' system for my instromentals/
enough brown bills to flip my ride like a rental/
a condo payed for my kids and if my wife's a widow/
living dead broke, ain't got a cent to my name/
a pocket full of petty change and nuff stress on the brain/
too much to stay up in a rage, avoid the minor setbacks/
with six-million ways for hustling, we breaking bread fast!!!!

track titled 110%, feat. Bambino, produced by Bambino