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Hate Crew Deathroll

COME ON!
 
Hey! Don't tell us what you want
Cuz we don't give a fuck about you and your kind
You! You better take a step back where ever the fuck you came from
No! You ain't one of us and to be a tag along you're too ugly and blunt
Why? Is it do hard to get that we don't need you, stupid cunt!
 
If you don't know how to resent one another, to gain the new way
Of power, it'll get in to the point where no one gives a fuck what
You may think of us or what you may not
 
Stop! Are you ever gonna stop tryin' to be on the way that we wanna go?
Fuck! It's pissing the fuck out of us when you don't understand the word 'no'!
Now, you're tellin' that you'll win the war that's only battled cuz you're
Too dumb to die. That's right! You can take your war and shove it up your ass
Then close your eyes and say goodbye
 
If you don't know how to resent one another, to gain the new way
Of power, it'll get in to the point where no one gives a fuck what
You may think of us or what you may not
 
We're the Hate Crew, we stand and we won't fall...
We're all for none and none for all
Fuck You! We'll fight 'til the last hit
And we sure as hell ain't taking no shit!
 
If you don't know how to resent one another, to gain the new way
Of power, it'll get in to the point where no one gives a fuck what
You may think of us or what you may not
 
We're the Hate Crew, we stand and we won't fall...
We're all for none and none for all
Fuck You! We'll fight 'til the last hit
And we sure as hell ain't taking no shit!
 
FUCK YOU!
 

Hip Hop

[Intro]
Fake (fake) Records (records)
Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2
Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh
All my dogs
 
[Hook]
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
 
[Verse 1: M-1]
One thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack
Matter fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react
Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world; it's bigger than all these fake-ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do; if that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent with a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
 
[Hook]
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
 
[Verse 2: stic.man]
Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for running up on them crackers in their city hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs, stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not
MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talking bout how much money they got;
Nigga, all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake-thug-R&B-rap-scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop
And it don't stop 'til we get the po-po off the block
They call it...
 
[Hook]
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
 
[Outro]
DPZ got that crazy shit
We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shit
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
 

Gut Feeling/Slap Your Mammy

[Verse 1]
Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat
There's a message to your movements
That really gets my goat
I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
 
[Chorus]
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
 
[Verse 2]
Centered 'round long time ago
On your ability to torment
Then you took your tongs of love
And stripped away my garment
I looked for silvery linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
 
[Chorus]
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
 
[Bridge]
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it up and down now)
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it all around now)
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it up and down now)
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it all around now)
 

Juice

[Verse 1]
Sip the juice, 'cause I got enough to go around
And the thought takes place uptown
I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk
And then taught to hawk New York
I go to Queens for queens, to get the crew from Brooklyn
Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken
Go Uptown to the Bronx to boogie down
Get strong on the Island, recoup, and lay around
Time to build my juice back up
Props stack up, suckers get smacked up
Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about
Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
Shaking em up, waking em up
Raking em up, breaking em up
Standing on shaky ground too close to the edge
Let's see if I know the ledge
 
[Verse 2]
Corner is trifling cause shorty is here
I get cock-D lifting forties of beer
Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased
If I get revenge, then they rest in peace
Somebody's got to suffer, I just might spare one
And give a brother a fair one
Stay alert and on P's
And I do work with these, like Hercules
Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw
Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype when night fall
Smooth but I move like an army
Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me
Putting brothers to rest like Elliot Ness
'Cause I don't like stress
Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to stand
Nothing's gonna stop the plan
I'll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro
Black Gambino, die like a hero
Living on shaky ground too close to the edge
Let's see if I know the ledge
 
[Verse 3]
Shells lay around on the battleground
Dead bodies are found throughout the town
Tried to put shame in my game to make a name
I'ma put it on a bullet, put it in your brain
Rip the block like a buckshot
Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed
No remorse when a life is lost
I paid my dues, paid the cost
And my pockets are still fat
Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome mat
Even if my crew asleep and I'm one deep
I attract attention, people like to peep
So come say hi to the bad guy
Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die
Cause I get loose and I got troops
And crazy juice
In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini
Hang out with Smith and Wesson, don't try to play me
I'm at war a lot, like Anwar Sadat
But no warning shot, my gun is warm a lot
When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear
Areas in fear but this here's severe
Living life too close to the edge
Hoping that I know the ledge
 
[Verse 4]
A brand new morn, no time to yawn
Shower's on, power's on
Late for school, I catch the train
Girls sip the style and whisper my name
I push up like an exercise
Check the intellect and inspect the thighs
Select the best one, pull her to the side
Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride
Read her my resume, she's knows already, cool
Just meet me after school
We can moan and groan until your moms come home
And you'll be calling me Al 'Dope' Capone
Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose
Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice
Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety
Cause a lot of niggas hate me
Coming out of the building, they set me up
Sprayed with automatics, they wet me up
In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge
I guess I didn't know the ledge
 

Now You're Mine

[Verse 1: Guru]
Yo Duke, you're dead wrong you'll never have the skills like mine
I write the ill type rhymes now I'm reaching my prime
360 dunk in your face
You can't compete, you're just a basket case
Let's separate the men from the boys
And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys
Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep
Cause I'll be checking ya, wrecking ya, when I start to creep
Through the backdoor - I know I caught you out there
You got no clout here, and I doubt there
Is anyway that you can stop the beat down
You ought to play the background, and sit back down
Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line
So prepare to suffer boy, cause now you're mine
 
{*DJ Premier scratching*}
 
[Verse 2: Guru]
I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane
Here's one in your eye; you'll feel pain
You strain - to put together some strategy
But you're raggedy, and I'll be glad to see
The frown on your grill when I drill and thrill
Set up my offense, commence to kill
I'll be leading from beginning to end
And after I pound ya, you're gonna wanna make friends
And make amends for the silly, trash you were talking
Take a walk and your shots I'm swatting
With ease, and the ladies are swooning
Clocking my swiftness, while you're drooling
You ought to practice up and get your game refined
I've been waiting to dog you, and now you're mine
 
{*DJ Premier scratching*}
 
[Guru]
Hurry up sucker, go ahead and pick your squad
Try to play hard, but I'ma rob
You of your crazy notions to defeat me
You're weak, see, I'm rough hardcore
And even be down to give you a rematch
After I wax and tax that butt
When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops
But I'll play the awesome defense
I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench
With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me
Yes all the money
Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise
I'll take you right or go left
Because my game's so def, and now you're mine
 

Perfect Poison

(You know sometimes this shit a lil crazy, man)
(Can't explain it man)
(I don't know, man)
 
Gimme some Lithium
Prescribe me Ritalin
Lock me in loony bin
Straight jacket strap me in
Hearing voices again
It's Charlie Manson
Speaking Thizzlamic and he telling me to kill a man
He tell me trust him
Fuck the cuttys he's my closest friend
It's for life
And it's some laughing when I meet my end
Damn, somebody help me get this blood up off my hands
I try to wipe if off but it keep reappearing
Somebody get my momma
Somebody bring me preacher
I need a meat cleaver
Nah nah I need Jesus
Charlie say he don't see us
I'm trapped here with the demons
I pray every day
But it seems I get the silent treatment
So I'm here to frequent
PCP I don't need it
But I wanna get wet
Fiendish evil genius
Was decent as a fetus
But when momma delivered
Out came serial killers
Take yo soul with 9 milli
 
[Chorus x4]
Mallocaust programs
Chemically enhanced
Perfect poison
For cutthroat fans
 
Wanna get hyphy?
Slit your wrist the right way
On Friday, the 13th
I'm in your psyche
Don't try to fight me
Just let it go
It's no use, fool
You're under my control
A [?] plus a .44 equal
A negro tag-toed
And his momma crying 'Oh, no!'
What the fuck we on
Devil music and Patron
Antonio Montana
Paraquat and thizzos
Possessed by Dre ghost
Speaking tongues on the microphone
Welcome to the Terrordome
You have arrived
Let's pray that Mac allow you survive
Mallocaust cause genocide
Don't have to press rewind
And get the message in my rhyme
 
Follow me to the last days
In a purple haze
Some Jonestown Kool-Aid
And a double shot of Hennessey
I'll take you there
Just get prepared
Don't have to be scared
Brace yourself
 
[Chorus x8]
 

Stand Up Talk Easy

[Verse 1](rapped)
I've been turnin' inside
Out all night long
What's Up I'm down
Turn this whole night around
Living good, hesitate
Place the bet, compensate
Be my play, devastate
Congregate then elevate
Take your eyes off my pride
Let it slide, redivide
Choose a side, it gon be no lady pie
Feeling good, lookin' great
Underwater, over way
Smell my finger pull my tongue
Sugar coated candy plum
 
[Hook](sung)
I try to talk easy, but it doesn't matter what I say
No words come out you better watch your mouth cause
I try to make my way while other fools try to compensate with words
Expressing how they feeeel
It's my water with a coil of blood
How many people have I swear I loved
How many hurdles have I had to jump
How many loved ones have I touched
How many times have I fucked shit up
To try to get what I want
Don't waste my time, telling me how you feeel
 
[Verse 2](rapped)
Let your feelings out the door
Blindfold whats in store
Never met me before
Docking parts will hit the floor
I can give you what you want
Churn the ghetto burn the pop
Light it up make it burn
Get in line and wait your turn
Watch the show let it run
Hold your breath bite your tongue
Cup a feel, let it lie
See it home and by your wife
 
[Hook](sung)
 
[Verse 3]
There's a brain, your insane
Who is Lane, What is Spain?
In this game, whos got shame and why so vain
Grab the train steal the lane
Buy some stile
Rent a smile
Show some skin start to sin
Stop the spin and start to win
 
[Hook](sung)
 
Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
 

Poor and Weird

I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
 
I'm poor and i'm weird i'm getting weirder by the second
I used to have somebody but my alter ego spent it
I was talking to a lady sellin something at a mall
Thinkin bout a donkey i was talkin to a wall
I think the older i get its more aparent to me every day, HEY HEY
I fell on my head when i was just a little kid
 
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
 
The chance that you will ever see someone like me is slim to nothing
You kinda smart babe but you got no heart
I see the clothes that people wear i see the food that people eat
I see a little purple man dissapearing in the street
I think the older i get its more aparent to me everyday
I got hit on the head when i was just a little kid
 
Yeah i mind
It's funny
It's on my mind
I
 
I think i never want to notice just what i did just what i did
I think I never want to notice what i did just what i did alright
 
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and i'm weird baby you got no time for me
Get out a dollar baby
Im poor and im weird baby you got no time for me
 

Ride The Fence

[Intro: Boots Riley]
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, that's right
Gotta get off the phone, bust this verse
A'ight, okay
 
[Verse 1: Boots Riley]
I'm anti-imperial, anti-trust
Anti-gun if the shit won't bust
Anti-corporate, they anti-my-essence
Anti-snortin' them anti-depressants
But I'm not pro-poppin', I'm provocative
And pro-stoppin'-them-FBI-operatives
Who professional at Black Man Pounce
And hand you a sentence that you can't pronounce
I'm also anti-narco, anti-vice
911 marks the antichrist
They anti-social, pointin' M-16's
Guess I'm anti-the-anti-nigga-machine
Proletarian, funkadelic-parliamentarian
Pro-revolt-in-the-21st-centurian
Pro-running up in Congress sayin' 'fuck it all!'
But bring the people with you, that's the protocol
This beat is joyful like jailbreaks
The whole world is anti-United-Snakes
So check it out, anticipate the anti-venom
And move your antibodies to this revolution rhythm
We gon' be fuckin' with 'em
Pro-union but most lost they bite
Anti-muthafuckas crossin' a strike
Take a look around and be for or against
But you can't do shit if you ridin' the fence
 
[Chorus: Boots Riley]
Ride the fence
Now, you don't really wanna ride the fence
Now, do you really wanna ride the fence?
Why would you really wanna ride the fence?
Don't ride the fence, ride the fence
Now, you don't really wanna ride the fence
Now, do you really wanna ride the fence?
Why would you really wanna ride the fence?
Don't ride the fence
 
[Verse 2: Boots Riley]
I'm anti-uppin'-your-dollars-with-telekinesis
I done tried everyday, and that shit decreases
Anti-them-anti-crime-bill-pieces
We need cash and that's the antithesis
I'm pro-overthrow of the 'Hip-Hop Nation'
Pro-layin'-low-til-I'm-off-probation
Pro-people's-control-of-the-cash-and-corporations
Pro-prophylactic yet pro-creation
Anti-watered-down-drinks-in-fancy-cups
Anti-promoters-who-don't-ante-up
But I'm not anti-thug
I know that power is the most effective anti-drug
I'm pro-Zapatista, Pro-Cuba, Viva!
Pro-la raza sayin' 'fuck la migra!'
Policia se asesina
Lemme show you what I mean
I'm anti-republican and democratic
If they self-destruct, that's anti-climactic
Tired of bein' hunted like an antelope
Take the system by the throat, that's the antidote
So I pose a proposition
Take a look, be in support or opposition
Then be proactive, proceed with confidence
'Cause you know that you can't change shit by ridin' the fence
 
[Chorus: Boots Riley]
Ride the fence
Now, you don't really wanna ride the fence
Now, do you really wanna ride the fence?
Why would you really wanna ride the fence?
Don't ride the fence, ride the fence
Now, you don't really wanna ride the fence
Now, do you really wanna ride the fence?
Why would you really wanna ride the fence?
Don't ride the fence
 

Massacre

It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes get thrown
(Oh no!) Now you're in the massacre zone
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes and so no's, oh no
Now you're in the massacre zone
 
I'm deaf like Beethoven, dumb like hardcore
(It's all I can stands, I can't stands no more!)
It's a massacre, scandalous innuendo, oh no
Now you're in the massacre zone
 
Fuck a rap battle, you can't handle it
I'm not asking, I'm blasting and nashing 'em
Fake punkers with the pussy ass managers, handlers
Fronting on the Warped tour like amateurs
 
Bad Charlotte, first on my list, to get drawn
Quartered and kissed with my fist
I'm the humilator -- Check it and see
They played you your record you ask: is that me?
 
And when we look at that empty TV
Why do we hate everything that we see?
How do we know they've got nothing for me?
Greedy, nothing but hits since 1983
 
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes get thrown
(Oh no!) Now you're in the massacre zone
It's a masterful punk rock behind and you know, oh no
Now you're in the massacre zone
 
And you can eat shit and die
If you go along for the ride
Just remember that we dismember like Jekyll and Hyde
 
Commercialized, sanitized
Violence gets lionized
Well, I'll be there when I was rocking bowls with E. Valentine
 
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes get thrown
(Oh no!) Now you're in the massacre zone
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes and so no's, oh no
Now you're in the massacre zone
 
Are you ready, do you want some more?
Now tell me, do you want some more?
Now tell me, are you ready for
Now tell me, do you want some more?
 
See, I don't ride a skateboard and love what you hate for
And don't give a fuck about punk rocking no more
It's exactly the thing that you need, now take heed
(Hey, I just sold some dope to that guy from Creed)
 
Just like chainsaws in Texas, like Bonny and Clyde
That's me and Greedy, career suicide
 
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes get thrown
(Oh no!) Now you're in the massacre zone
It's a masterful punk rock behind and you know, oh no
Now you're in the massacre zone
 

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