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Put Your Hands Up
04:03
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Put Your Hands Up
If you’re a clown put your hands down
Guns on the ground don’t stand around
I’m on a grassy knoll some say a mound
Coming for your soul running through the town
Fronting on my sound will get your bones ground
Into a fine powder style world renown
I’m taking scepters, crown jewels, crowns
Baller ass watches and expensive ball gowns
Cannabis by the pound dodging these hounds
I walk on water don’t bother you’ll get drown
Creeps leech my speech I take leaps and bounds
Speakers bleat like sheep serving verbs and nouns
Emerge from the words demiurge surround
Herbs disturbed purged never been found
Clever skin brown warm hue he makes due
P-Nutz in your speaker Eureka a break through
Verse 2
Never hate on an MC but for sure he hates you
Run your show rates, record crates, your crew
You’ve run the final race low pace makes great glue
These are straight new not like the ones by you
Bet on the Roughneck put tens of grands up
He frowns on beat downs guaranteed to stand up
Indeed MCs renig on past promises
Then blame it on the label they were accomplices
Novices and newbies we rob them of their rubies
No more tour support short on groupies
I live by the way like the Sufis
Romancing the stone with the mic is my duty
In this movie they try to subdue me
Im mad moody magnetized by the booty
I lay back like an Adirondack
Rapper like my raps like rappers like cognac
Hook:
Feel that vibe keep it alive
Do it for your tribes no hands at your sides
If your brands tough put your hands up
Before we say peace and the beat self destruct
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2. |
Stockade feat. Symatic
02:42
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Stockade
If Lizzie Borden took an axe to tracks with enough whacks
to make a tree trunk collapse perhaps the accompanying raps
would come from the synapse that snaps syntax traps
as poisonous as anthrax on a hacks thorax
or Gillespie trumpet muppets plummet from the summit
they were corporation funded like a CNN pundit
never fly like the Phoenix its not in their double helix
they can’t feel it have never seen the scenic
or bore witness to the edict that seeded plants treated
with natural pesticide insects beat it
but I bet it mutated I bust back with depleted
uranium rounds your sound receded
you’re unlettered I have more volumes than Metu Neter
an upsetter floating in deep space with no tether
throw letters like the warden throw electric chair lever
circulate through the circuit now you’re deader
Verse: 2
you divorce pleasure elope with pain and persecution
constitution in confusion I’m the fusion of never losin’
and record that turn like lazy Susan
kids on the street selling that Paul Newman
that humans is usin suckers feel the exclusion
the contusions as his rhyme shines lumens
sin without an apple zip without a zephyr
keep running that chatter and fall off like leper
Batrock the leaper on your speaker wearin sneakers
It’s not time to take a breather your receiver sounding eager
For the big leaguer but mild about the meager meter
Of low octane em cee who talk about nothing but heaters
I talk about Heedorah on features the smog monster
So you wont be back after a word from our sponsors
Spinners get censured blockades of death
Put your producer in the stockades for theft
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Plutocracy feat. Symatic
03:13
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Plutocracy
You’ve got a lot of property and creature comfort
Companions can’t remember their names but keep them numbered
Medication to numb the pain and other wonders
but something strange was arranged during your slumber
they kept it on the under hidden it’s a secret
Behind closed doors closed minds nobody peep it
You think you’re immune you have all the tools
Never dropped the jewels you’re being played as fools
Can’t wrap your brain around imminent domain
All your possessions are limited and mundane
You have no pull in terms of legislation
Let me pull your coat with some re education
Money over poverty and power over money
If you have the top two then the spigot is real runny
The trappings of the urban bourgeoise class
Augmented bank account augmented ass
In the halls of power an augmented laugh
Sell the working class the dream as they take the shaft
Work hard sacrifice in the end better life
Vote right bite down no spite never any spite
Victimize the self wealth is for somebody else
These are lies of the man in snakes pelt
If you don’t work then you don’t eat
unless you’re wealthy then we delete
that rule does not apply
live forever money won’t let you die
even if he were to die and ask what’s next
it’s Lazarus Pits and resurrection checks
his visage reflects in his infinity pool
the infinity stones weren’t nothing but jewels
Blood of the poor spills out like fuel
The average vampire drippin’ buckets of drool
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(Mind Screwed)
It’s an honor wearing all these badges
I used to play with matches burn grasses
Minor level mischief easily ignored
Write rhymes when I’m bored. My Lord
Have mercy unless you’re merciless
Fly as the sandals Hermes lent Perseus
Block apocalypse when his lips spit
What’s lit to the unfit and rips shit legit
Verified by what’s there inside
Toys terrified this beat is cyanide
Certified for certain the people would agree
Armed with rhymes on my person pop your head like a P
Cue in the line like they do all the time
My design blessed, leave a message at the chime
Roughneck revolver chamber full of lead
Peace to the living no anger for the dead
Verse 2:
Let me weigh your soul against the feather of the ostrich
All of my rhymes are caustic in the mosh pit
Faucet of the Colossus flow wear galoshes
Last level level boss this life is not lossless
Deterioration on every rotation
I wrote this with my pen under sequestration
In the land of convicts and constellations
You must stay clear of the conflagration
Imitation situation level zero tolerance
My grass always greener so I built a taller fence
A fortress around my heart with huge cannons
Revolutionary writing like I was Frantz Fanon
Made day time give me the night just like Shannon
Natural fun when I get out of jail Bohannon
Roughneck revolver chamber full of lead
Peace to the living no anger for the dead
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5. |
Chocolate feat. Symatic
03:02
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Chocolate Propaganda
One two three I em cee so freely
Eyes steely wrap me up seal me
No false real me original aboriginal
On tape or digital I knock your occipital
With atypical drip a hundred hand slap
Don’t finger my raps they’re like Chinese finger trap
Lattice collapse you’re stuck in the clutches
Broke leg rapper on crutches smoke ducthess
Grovel get hobbled sign these papers
Blind them with the rhyme never mind the majors
Style not minor get deep like miner
Hit the mother load not Midas more miser
Ore finder herb grinder grow grander
This ain’t no nation state greater then Alexander
More punchlines than Mike versus Evander
Live at ten o’clock he’s talking chocolate propaganda
Bovine spongiform encephalopathy
Kids get off my intellectual property
My philosophy rhyme nihilism
So I don’t give a fuck and smoke a lot of ism
It’s the greatest worlds famous put him on your playlist
Down to whip a sucker Em Cee like a sadist
You hate this like child rapist hate prison
A suckerfied selector on supreme sound system
We diss him give him the ejector seat
The culture said let our true protector speak
I grabbed my thick note pad and my pen so sleek
Even though his bones creak his fresh still leak
Seep into the sheets with shapes and characters
With capes robbing stage coaches with derringers
Air craft carrier Im calling in a strike
Light up any life form standing near a mic
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6. |
Chill Day feat. Waxsmith
02:41
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Chill Day
Will Day a chill day, fill the way
With no obstructions nothing cross to say
Love spreader much better than a hate monger
To be in a restful state is indeed a great honor
Rhymes I conjure saunter float like haunter
Time to pontificate I sit back then I ponder
Some pander and squander good will and wander
During these filthy times you need your whole life laundered
These words in perfect order bricks held by mortar
Cannabis hoarder as the joint grows shorter
The high gets higher we smoked a quarter
Old school pause mix on the tape recorder
The obituary in the local newspaper
Doesn’t contain the names of my friends family or neighbors
No fear and loathing I have food shelter and clothing
tranquility is the lifestyle I’ve chosen
Tell stress and hypertension this is for prevention
A brand new dimension of wisdom just listen
Everybody love me like flower delivery
Giving you the power to fight down misery
DJ Run symmetry picture pages imagery
Beakers buson burners and that chemistry
Just like the keys under the fingers of Thelonius
Everything we touch erupts so harmonius
Sunday morning easy that simple experimental
The smoke does not burn your lung it’s vapor gentle
Paper and the pencil inspiration is the stencil
I’m a sage that spends days in South central
But my thoughts are not for fascist rental
I lay back on the track with no plaque in my dental
No conflict and still no consternation
Plus my medication gives me irie meditation
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7. |
Cleanser feat. Symatic
02:24
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Cleanser
What’s up with your hearing? I see you in the clearing
Moms passed I got an earring I was just Saafiring
You could get the spearing I have the Assegai
His eyes began tearing nobody wants to die
Nullify the other guy his kids get a lullaby
Sullen as he’s culling lies so they never solidify
You can’t identify he who you have never seen
Yellow Submarine floating on a sea of green
Oxygen acetylene metal shop torch
Wild on the mic like emperor Ramsorch
Getter Robo G is who you would have to be
To ever contemplate that you could fuck with me
Not yet invincible he strives for the pinnacle
Rhymes are not identical fans are amenable
If living by principle seems super nonsensical
Catch this projectile from a barrel of the general
Ain’t he unoriginal look he’s so derivative
Yet you want to go on and live and live and live and live
From diaper to death fans admire what’s fresh
Who is the sire of the baby in the crèche
He’s the embodiment of the spirit made flesh
You ain’t Hansel you’re a damsel in distress
An old plate of scrapple with the smell of death
I breathe thermo nuclear breath
Drive thru Kaiju millions are getting served
Still hoping Bernard gets what he deserves
A burning seat in hell right beside Zimmerman
Smoldering denizens seventh level citizens
I have the antigens I am the antidote
Picture me your view shift kaleidoscope
Radiate isotope mutated pen
Cleanse the skin when among mutilated men
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Swim With The Fish
Seven samurai swam swiftly across the stream
At the behest of the best shogun with the cream
Guns to make them run under the sun with red beams
Aim for their heads take their dreads and dead dreams
Seven silent soldiers stalked through the under brush
Wild like Christopher Columbus wander lust
Aim to put flame to the village they approach
It’s inhabitants shouldn’t have let their enemies encroach
The new attitude we don’t trust such folks
Bodies will be burned heads will be broke
Whether or not we were ever provoked
Leave no witness and our deeds are cloaked
This village we pillage is rather remote
Detective wont find the cadavers and dope
Our souls could never be saved by John the Pope
I’ll smoke antelope, goats, your folks and last hopes
Like Jerry the mercenary I bury beings unseen
I will not clasp your hand I understand that’s unclean
I will grasp your lands rebrand your self esteem
Tell you the poor are dirt only the wealthy are clean
The physicist says I’m the antithesis
To any living witnesses burn down their businesses
Burn down listlessness sloth and malaise
I’m like that one white dude that hates mayonnaise
Rare as clean air and free health care
If water were air Id sail aboard a corsair
Finery I’d wear leave you all threadbare
Ain’t nothing fair except maybe the world’s faire
I share the glare from my rare sun disk
I’m the kingpin Wilson Grant Fisk
The razor moves swift your blood drops splish
Couldn’t hang with the men swim with the fish
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Something Wicked
Paragraph paragon from here to the Farallons.
Medals he wears upon his chest from running marathons
Feet fleet in some sneaks on the street
Feel the heat hot as hell’s seat salts he secretes
Arms, armor, and ammunition inside my armory
Beats flows and some soul create the harmony
Arteries veins insane refrains he trains
To be ordained reigned through the pain rained
Pain like acid rain painstaking plain still kind of vain
Trying to kill cum Stain and get done slain
Remember sons name forget me never
By the very next measure throats get severed
Pleasure under pressure leisure was my enemy
You’re a court jester never were a friend to me
You can tell by the sound of the drum
Something wicked this way comes
Ferocity in his blood viscosity possibly
Motivates mister monstrosity crushing rhyme poverty
High value property mansions in monopoly
Never mock a mockery who jock like idolatry
So spoke the scholarly mic form monogamy
Prolific progeny flung forth like hot hominy
True grit voice gravely grovel speak gobbledy
DJs fall down their turntables wobbly
Swallow me like she of no gag reflex
Reflects refracts retracts my respect
Vocal evil the sounds of violent people
Virulent virus varies results unless you’re feeble
Regal since fetal and only part time peaceful
Return for the sequel fly as Fish Eagle
Swift rapid uplift the avid student
Not for your amusement to score for the movement
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General Jihad and Prime Minister P-Nutz
General Jihad and Prime Minister P Nutz
all these sucker crews so small like flea nuts
more money, more beats, rhymes and mic murder
don’t fuck with us go fuck a sex worker
Makin speakers shake like skin cells on a twerker
this track hot like the flaming sword of Surtur
or the nine eleven bombs that melted down girders
your whole gang one hundred percent deserters
we’re down by law found by raw
make you do harm to yourself like Jigsaw
sicker than corona from here to bologna
piss on your grave corpse smell like ammonia
he knows all the tea like he was Arizona
my rhymes give them the blues my mic style Caldonia
hard headed learner a murders just a bunch of crows
delivery drivers, who ordered a bunch of flows ?
Five percent doper than candy of the nose nostrils
My value is amber covered insect fossil
Knuckles nasty you need rhinoplasty
slow flow drafty even when his voice is raspy
caught up in my lines like a Themyscara lasso
until you see I flow Sargasso
rappers get a rope from here to El Paso
shallow wield the steel still their fields are fallow
we plant seeds give them what they need
feed and proceed uproot the weeds
fertilize the earth then let the sun do the deed
also feeds the leaves in the trees the rays received
I uplift the banner of the commander in chief
She says drop the hammer and silence the beef
Strike with great force so the battle is brief
Leave one for lamentations and expressions of grief
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Jihad the Roughneck MC Los Angeles, California
An underground MC from the South Bay Area, Northern California. Rapping since 1988. First vinyl release 1996. Groups: Third Sight, Foul Mouth Cringe, the Incredible Torture Show, Language Mechanics. Crew Affiliation: Darc Brothers, Echoes of Oratory. Label Disgruntled Sound Recordings ... more
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