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[Akil the MC]
Hey yo I'm top notch, certified, realize and recognize
I am the guy to keep alive, I am who you wanna be, huh
Role model with harmony, yeah
Father figure for MC's
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[Akil the MC]
Never lame, entertain from the brain
With the heart, body and soul, the picture and the frame
We in the game without the shame, we just do the damn thang
Yes we can make a change without fan and a flame
We potty train on the lane, artificial T-Pain
Switch lanes and keep it movin' like a locomotive train
David Blane, make a rapper dissapear when he sang
Hey yo I came from a city where they bang and slang caine
We use slang and ghetto names, lookin' for ghetto fame
And end up behind bars without nobody to blame
I refrain from the same, gased up propane
Hit the mark in the dark without havin' to aim
[HOOK]
[El Blairou & Vig Vega]
When El Blairou attacks, bastard MC insane track
Hostile At-St, my empire strikes back
Even if born, with Lord Vader genes
Nien Nunb, Mike Quinn, be idols in my dreams
Essentially on mics he like gold honey waffles
My slices dispersed from Luque to Bruxelles
Best banked elements of past rap excellence
Keepin' it fresh, not wastin' present moments
Fatherin' children, no seconds losin type guy
Studio lock-in, knockin' my takes on the first try
Stimulatin' real hip-hop, the better we can be
Respect reps and music is all that matters to me
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[Shade Sheist]
Yeah.. Chillin' H.. You already know who it is.. Shade Sheist
I get it crackin' for certain, it's closed curtains
On a nigga disrespectin' meet the end of my Wesson
Or any other weapon, bustas best get ta steppin'
Outta my range got a K that'll rip you up like a page
I got a gauge, that'll split ya wig in two different ways
So just believe when I say, this nigga here don't play
This nigga here don't fuck around, i'm grindin tryna get paid
Get in my way get slayed.. and that's as simple as day.
My name is Shade, but i'm more commonly known as Sheisty
Big pimp like Ice-T, big bracelet icy
And i'm sayin' when I do it yo I do it so nicely
Bitches love that i'm pricey, get that ass no delayin'
We get you layin' on a nice seat, bottomless tight jeans
Me i'm bout to stream up on her face like it's hi me
Let's just try to put some hair together like we siamese
Afterwards I get up on the top like a hierarchy
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[Eddie Kane JR.]
I'm so W-E-S-T, none of yall haters wanna fuck with me
When the drama get ta poppin' and the windows start droppin'
and the law get the watchin' with their cameras tryin' to lock in
Oh No ! They won't catch your boy Shade Sheist, I put that on my life
Trust he's good, he's probably ridin' thru Inglewood.
[Shade Sheist]
Well it's all to the good man I'm feelin' great
Up north on them hoes when I chill with H
Take em' all out to dinner fill em' all up with steak
Then I take her down, lick her down like a dinnerplate
No lines, no tickets, you won't even wait
Saw the size of my shit and she didn't even wanna wait
Then she got all quiet, drop the beat
S-H-A-D to the E that's me.
[HOOK]
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[King T]
All the way live from Compton California, it's yo boy King T
check it,
If you lookin' like a Top Model, pop a bottle with the thrife
I bet I get it crackin' like you like, my shit's tight
That's right, this is what it used to sound like
Heavy in the streets since that Compton beats
They thouht I, stumblin while that bullshit spreadin'
You now tuned in to the legend
Hit' em with that old school swag, that all new Jag
The phantom gangbangin' man that got that blue rag
2 dose, 2 hoes when I push
They all wanna blow with the crook, It's orange kush
Blazin' when I mush thru the town
and everywhere I go they respect the damn crown
But every now n' then I seem to catch a few heads
Who wanna test King and wanna end up dead
They said i'm one of Comp town's finest
So welcome everybody to my mid-life crisis
for sure, hehe, yeah,
The last of the Likwit Alumn
I come back with vengeance, deep is the bass drum
The King T personna, hotter than the hotest hot summer
Bring drama like 'Hasta Magnana'
Hush, no habla
They call me old timer so I came out AirForceOne's n' copped Prada
This grown man business, kick back witness all the hate
As he pulls up in in that ragged 58'
n' my grillz mean muggish, them Dz look tuggish
Interior's wood n' Louis Vutton luggage
Try me ? Try for get your first n' last published
Obituary parts, too much heart
but not enough shells so he's better off in hell
n' Pete saw the murder but the homies don't tell
So he's fresh on a wayside, waitin' on a swoop
The homie's pull up in a coupe, listen
C'mon, Chillin' H / King T, it's all good baby
last verse,
They say I walk like, talk like it just don't matter
Pull that 4-5, make the whole club scatter
Niggaz better stand down, stand up man down
Somebody gonna respect the damn crown, listen
Once again some ol' hustle for you rookies
Fresh out big King took it
I run this whole tier, you bustas can't come up here
nah you niggaz don't pump no fear
In the streets i'm a G at his prime, G at all time
Struck across the wall in a graphic design
It came across fine when I mastered the rhyme
I come across better with a mask n' a 9
Muthafuckaz give it up, let them hands skyrocket
Picture known a party let me pat them pockets
Then i'm off back to the big hub
Where niggaz gon' either get down or get slugged
Peace!
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[Sen Dog]
I'm like a mystery or some kind of riddle
I MC homeboy, I don't play the fiddle
See my fist with the finger in the middle
To piss the pigs off and the soft just a little
My job ain't a job it's a damn good time
City to city I hustle my rhymes
Slap' em like bones all in a straight line
Fools dread the word like droppin' a dime
Two decades up in the the business
Got killers so young it has no forgiveness
Label exec cut throat with a quickness
Steal your shit with a magical swiftness
Big time for a minute now you gone
Sweepin' up and down that you was the bomb
Ring the bell and sound the alarm
Your career disappearded and they took your songs
[HOOK]
We out for the cash no one can fuck with us
Say what you want we back with more killers
Mash on the track with hit like gorillas
Land of the lost no way you can feel us
[Vyz]
You ain't ready for the real not ready to play the field
These cats on the streets still begging for a deal
It ain't like it used to be the industry is nonsense
Wake up get a clue rap till you vomit
You gotta be in it to win it fuck gimmicks
Good for a lap but won't last ten minutes
Some of you like to sit back and let time fly
That's when we come thru and kill shit like drive-bys
Never talk shit with those who can't rock with
Step into a cypher have it turned into a mosh pit
Those who can't hang understand the game
It's much more than Escalades and iced out chains
All to the good thou, go out and get that dough
Cuz underground fans they don't buy shit anymore
That's the way it is, we now in this rap biz
But watch where you step cuz i'm stompin' on your kids
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[Sen Dog]
I come from the oldschool, way before Pro Tools
Only had one rule gotta get paid fool
On the real homes, you don't know
Exactly what it takes to sell these records out the door
It ain't that easy, dealin' with the sleazy
Make what they can off your ass then they breazy
But i'm in this for the long haul
Till' the lights come on, all they yell last call
55 000 screamin' for more
All you hear is Sen Dog please don't go
Only listen to concious rap
My OG Chuck D musta taught me that
And here you are in the eye of the storm
Gotta get crazy word is bond
But Dog is strong as the day is long
You can hear my bong when you play my song
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