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73'

by Kabal

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Intro (73) 01:38
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Outbreak 02:44
this is the story of the one they call Kabal, some even called him the devil's son in law/ the high sherrif of hell, who told great tales while he rocked them bells/ he took the day that took back yesterday, took the first of july and put it in june, And made leap years do jumps & backfIips over the godamn moon/ He wasnt never here to brag nor to boast, But he can sit on a tombstone and produce baby ghosts/ he rocked opera houses, restaurants, bars & grills, just to proove to the masses that his white ass had skills/ and magic powers he'd pull a hell of a trick, and make your bitch disappear with just one quick flash of his dick/ then you try to step up like a godamn fool, and get your ass beatdown meanwhile you challeged the deul/ now all the party people are gathered around, they wanna see this badass cocky mutherfucker get layed fIat out/ here comes the pain ya begin to moan begin to groan, he beat that sorry punk down until he broke his microphone/ He dragged him through alleys threw him into backyards, and didnt even break a sweat or need to try to look hard/ & just as sure as there's 4 corners on this muthafucking earth, he's gonna choke your ass out and leave you face down kissing the dirt/ now your wondering how i know this and the answer is clear, because i've rolled with the pro since his very first year/ and I can stiII even remember the day he was born, It was the day of that great brampton winter thunderstorm/
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Down & Out 04:22
I was born in downtown Brampton, On a Monday, in the morning, It was pouring, rain like cats and dogs, before 10am, i emerged from the fog January 15, 1-9-7-3 I opened my eyes and Coleman Francis died. Meanwhile in Vietnam nam, the wars going strong, with progress in elevation of peace negotiations/ Dick Nixon in traction, the troops subtracting, he announces the suspension of offensive action But back in the hospital, peel memorial, memories were made that were just as historical, the doc was cutting my umbilical cord, 4 watergate burglars up in federal court, They all pled guilty, there was never a doubt, and now they're headed down a hole while from a hole I headed out/ "Here's a dime boy, gimme a shine boy, When you're down & out" X 2 I was raised in bramalea, the lower east side, on the cheap side I wouldn't eat right, a little picky kid, Hiding my meat pie, a little tricky kid, I couldn't sleep right, because I was terrified when I didn't see light, my bedroom came alive, When I saw the streetlights, I knew I had to come inside, reached into a new house, right around the age of 5/ My first day on the street, 2 brothers befriended me, the same day I made myself my first enemy, Stuck in the gut with some gardening accessory , try to put shit behind, but I got elephant memory, Was always scheming ways to make quick chips, sellin lemonade to the neighbourhood kids, Like a young black Caesar with his shine box, but I won't get blind and find me lying in a pine box/ "Here's a dime boy, gimme a shine boy, When you're down & out" X 2 I grew up all over peel region, with an allegiance, to the legions, Of the cretins, and Demon seeds that I rolled with, The ones that I stole with, the ones I smoked dope with, The ones who drank whole fifths, and never ever even got sick, the ones who used to throw fists and watch you stumbled home pissed, The ones who yelled "yo bitch!" Trying to get their dicks licked, The ones smart enough to not poke or sniff bullshit/ Always used to rock blots, & microdots, Feeling like jason and the argonauts, Never got caught even though I did a lot, but now my thoughts don't stop so I gots to drop, Been down since I was out, but when I'm out I'm never down, I just pick up the phone like I was king of the town, Used to be a shy boy, grew into a fly boy, now you here me singing: "here's a dime give me a shine boy"/ "Here's a dime boy, gimme a shine boy, When you're down & out" X 2
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The Diary 03:35
The Diary (V1.) Dear diary I'm having alot of problems, I try writing shit out with the hope that it will solve them/ And it's the only thing that I can really do, It's kinda like self councilling cus there's no one else to talk to/ Family's there but I don't implore them, I could talk to my kin but I choose to ignore them/ I think they think that I'm delirious, And I smoke too much so they never take me serious/ Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm truely slowly loosin' it, My heads on straight but got some lose screws in it/ I am always thinking too hard and too deep, To the point where I lie in bed and don't even sleep/ I sit and wonder if it's really worth trying, We might as well face it we were all born dying/ All I got's my rhyme book in my right hand And it's the diary of a madman/ (CHORUS) Since the days I began with this book in my hand, Had to make a gameplan to invent my own brand/ Nothing boring or bland so I took my stand, A one man band and the diary of a madman/ I got shit canned never made no grands Except tatting with my hands or freight getting scanned/ Your attention spans throw them in the trashcan Cus nobody can stand what's in the diary of a madman/ (V2.) Dear Diary I put the shit behind me, I know I'm here somewhere but I can't find me/ Try to be a dad but I'm feelin' like a drug dealer, On the for reala yer mom thinks that I'm raising a killer/ And that they're ain't no changing me, It used to be easy but now I'm re-arranging me/ Cus I can't roll up on her boyfriend now, With brass knuckles to the mouth and beat his fucking brains out/ No doubt responsibilites awaken, Even though I wanna flow with human nature/ But if you wanna scrap come scrap me I fucking slap ya like your great grand pappy/ I ain't doing no bids and no time, Gotta think about the kid so i did it in a rhyme/ But still I can be badder than bad can, The 2nd entry from the diary of a madman/ (CHORUS) Since the days I began with this book in my hand, Had to make a gameplan to invent my own brand/ Nothing boring or bland so I took my stand, A one man band and the diary of a madman/ I got shit canned never made no grands Except tatting with my hands or freight getting scanned/ Your attention spans throw them in the trashcan Cus nobody can stand what's in the diary of a madman/ (V2.) Dear Diary help me cus I'm frantic, Sometimes I think I'm going schizophrenic/ I can't talk to my friends for instance, I feel like they're always off in the distance/ Then again I wear a blindfold, staring at the world even though i got my eyes closed/ To myself I'm a stranger, And the older I get I feel closer to danger/ But still got a long path ahead of me, I Gotta get somewhere cus here everyone's scared of me/ And I ain't praying for forgiveness, And I ain't looking for pity cus I can handle my business/ Used to write for fun although I write for me, I used to write from the heart but now I'm writing from my (in)sanity/ I had a spouse but she fired me, My wife walked off now I'm living in my diary/
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Mike C why'd ya hafta leave? Everybody to grieve & wear our hearts on our sleeve? I just couldn't beleive that you had ceased to breathe / We've all been bereaved but received your memories (V1) He was not your basic, average all canadian boy / Although he loved playing hockey & loved playing with toys Half humour half talent was his mixture / A stuffed Grover from Sesame Street in his school picture A love for life, he was generous & kind / I could tell the first time when we met in grade 9 Mike was playing in The Stiffs & working for the city / but had the time to say "HI" when I was skateboarding by He was a few years older than me but it didn't matter / cus it made me feel equal when I chatted with "The Chatter" Started partying at Dove's and watched our friendship burgeoun / Went to every show he played with the Epileptic Brain Surgeons Soccer after school with the crew smoking bowls / it was Rangers vs. Celtic with the greeks playing goal freestyling by the flagpole dreams of being showstoppers / Graduation flashed by & then the death of Grasshopper (CHORUS) Mike C why'd ya hafta leave? Everybody to grieve & wear our hearts on our sleeve? I just couldn't beleive that you had ceased to breathe / We've all been bereaved but received your memories (RIP) Mike C why'd ya hafta choose? Not to give us any clues we were bruised & confused... We used to drink brews, puff dubes, jam tunes / the who's who of your crew still be singing the blues (like.....) (V2) Now it's the very first time we're moving out on our own / and I was blessed enough to have you living in the home You were like a big bro who would always console / & 3 n Pass had grown into Black Belt Jones I remember New Years Eve it was the end of 93 / I was dating Sassy T we hit some bash up in the city/ we was smoking mad weed & swigging ginseng tea / & swailin' Old Milwuakees, Dos Equis & Kokanees/ You was blacked out asleep but still standing on your feet / Climbed & hid up in a tree so nobody could see/ That you was having dry heaves puking from 12 feet / Man there ain't ever gonna be another quite like thee Night's gone dead pots gonna burn you'd croon cute birds you'd see (singing) (RIGHT ON RED HOT MAMMA GIRL YOU SURE LOOK GOOD TO ME) (CHORUS) Mike C why'd ya hafta leave? Everybody to grieve & wear our hearts on our sleeve? I just couldn't beleive that you had ceased to breathe / We've all been bereaved but received your memories (RIP) Mike C why'd ya hafta choose? Not to give us any clues we were bruised & confused... We used to drink brews, puff dubes, jam tunes / the who's who of your crew still be singing the blues (like.....) (V3) Time passed on we kind of went seperate paths / But you still made time to come & visit for some laughs You were still dj'ing still truer than true / still jamming in the experience with gary & sue Then we sorta lost touch around 2003 / but I would leave messages on your machine randomly I wanted you to be there the day I got married / Never thought the next time I'd see you was the day you got buried You wouldn't believe how many people came to your funeral / which proved without a doubt how many people truly loved you It was like John Candy & Steve Martin both keeled (over) / Cus people came by planes,trains & automobiles (brotha) It took two years since you passed to write this song / if I could find the right words it would have been 90 minutes long I knew I wouldn't have closure until this track was complete / Had to load it up with samples that you loved as well as beats We was all dumbfounded we didn't know what to say / Until Gary gave a eulogy that gave you perfect praise Came to mourn you in death but we celebrate your life / Cus you were always positive and never bothered with the strife Heard the story of how you got your first guitar & with ease / learned to play your moms favorite song (first) "Greensleeves" But now your guitar just gently weeps / as do I everytime that I hear "Greensleeves" (RIP) (CHORUS) Mike C why'd ya hafta leave? Everybody to grieve & wear our hearts on our sleeve? I just couldn't believe that you had ceased to breathe / We've all been bereaved but received your memories (RIP) Mike C why'd ya hafta choose? Not to give us any clues we were bruised & confused... We used to drink brews, puff dubes, jam tunes / the who's who of your crew still be singing the blues (like.....) (And here's a solo for you, cus I know you loved that guitar.....rock on!)
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Deez Eyez 03:37
(CHORUS) these eyes cry every night for you x2 (VERSE 1) these eyes have seen aII kindsa shit friend backstabs friend for a stanky IiI' cIit/ you got tricked by a chick & now shes cracking the whip & when shes sick of your dick you'II be a one man cIique/ these eyes have seen things u wouIdnt beIeive sick rappers change styIes up for mtv/ see that's when you soId out just Iike shaynus mc anus & turned the aItered native into one word "gayness"/ these eyes have seen jeaIousy & rage peopIe envy what they cant be so they choose 2 pIayerhate/ and they rape your good name cus they got no game do something with your Iife or just die (ferchristsakes)/ these eyes have even seen the inexpIicabIe Iike music on the radio & tv thats dispicabIe/ worIdwide underground cats keep it reaI rock a show for 20 foIks & never get a record deaI/ (CHORUS) these eyes cry every night for you x2 (VERSE 2) these eyes have seen things you couIdn't imagine babies having babies peopIe Iiving in famine/ Iooking for a handout but nothing is handed meanwhiIe we're bitching taking everything for granted/ these eyes have seen friendship devastation did your boy a soIid with the cash donation/ agreed 2 pay you back, with no infIation ask him for the money aII u get is stagnation/ these eyes have seen pIenty of green since the days of fourteen get a twenty & gIeam/ I've been burning the trees non stop smoke screen & when the smokes aII cIeared i'II keep Iiving the dream/ these eyes have seen keen eviI Iadies pIaying reaI shady trap ya with a baby/ attackin Iike crazies with human rabies try 2 degrade me but I cant be faded/ (CHORUS) these eyes cry every night for you x2 (VERSE 3) these eyes have seen aII the pIaces I've been these eyes have seen cash ruIes everything these eyes have seen fake friends who've Iied these eyes have seen great friends who've died these eyes have seen peeps destroying themseIves these eyes have seen no government heIp these eyes have seen things i didn't wanna see (but) these eyes haven't seen what Iies ahead for me these eyes
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Hard Times 03:07
V1 hard times, i'II try to define them in a funky rhyme/ when your dimepeice finds a guy & Ieaves u behind, u get bIind with the kind & dine on chunky Iines/ time gets hard ust Iike your ass gettin' barred, from the fam of which you starred your shit wrecked in the yard/ your IittIe chiId gets scarred and grows up behind a guard, whiIe your charred from hard shards of aII your maxed out credit cards/ crazy times tryin' to find a new home, down 2 your Iast bowI & end up Iiving in a hoIe/ so you robbed & stoIe & Iayed Iow Iike a moIe, but never ever pIayed the roII & kept on givin'er' for the goaI/ times r crazy non stop bIazing, every ways hazy - eyebaIIs gIazing/ you wanna be Iazy & graze for days b, but Iifes amazing keep pIaying the game in them.../ CHORUS And them hard times, in this crazy time And when you got hard times you might Iose your mind And them hard times, in this crazy time And when the times is hard you gotta keep up your guard And them hard times, in this crazy time And them crazy times you put your Iife on the Iine And them hard times, in this crazy time And when the times is crazy - I can't let it phase me V2 Hard times is 30 years on the Iines makin scooters, 2 find out you've been repIaced by a computer/ recruiter routes you 2 tutor a cuter suitor, then your booted out the door and come back a postaI shooter/ times hard when you can't feed your famiIy, you don't feeI manIy you're out there scrambIing/ wrangIing up anything so you can go gambIing, ambIing back home with no pocket change cIanging/ crazy times when your taking those risks, & you know damn weII Ioose Iips sink ships/ your 2 humbIe 2 sIip but you stumbIe & trip, now your in the beast's beIIy whiIe it's grumbin' & shit/ times is crazy when your Iocked away, in your mind for days or your Iocked in a cage/ shouIda changed your ways but pIayed aII the wrong games, it's 2 Iate & now you use the Lord's name in vain/ CHORUS And them hard times, in this crazy time And when you got hard times you might Iose your mind And them hard times, in this crazy time And when the times is hard you gotta keep up your guard And them hard times, in this crazy time And them crazy times you put your Iife on the Iine And them hard times, in this crazy time And when the times is crazy - I can't let it phase me
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V1/ Back in 1980 I was scrounging for change, in my dads sock drawer when i found something strange/ a playboy mag and a penthouse too, so I took em' to my room and proceeded to drool/ Now i'm actin a fool, chasing girls around school, in grade 2? just the ones wearing trainging bras dude!/ eyes on the prize, not ass & thighs, by grade 5 i was an expert at guessing your size/ the bigger the better, the tighter the sweater, stretched out to the point I can't even read the letters/ chest expert, looking for the next perks, must increase your bust if you wanna date the sex perv/ travelled to the west end, to see the best 10, A boob man? No we bonified breast men/ chasing double d's @ 14 found my flow, butl i was so blind to what was going on down below/ V2/ turned 19, I'm checkin' out new cuts, I heard mix-a-lot say "I Iike big butts"/ And I agreed more cushion for the pushin, but i still stumbled around all blinded by bossoms/ then I met a new girl who was flat but damn hard,(and) "I'll admit that sweet tail pipe of yours did have me charmed"/ but once again in the end she only wanted a friend, Im back to entity, your titties getting haunted again/ 20 to 30, I started digging curvy, so I flirted & I learned that bigger girls will get dirty/ since that when I pass a phat cat I look back, my neck snaps cus "I ain't never seen an ass like that"/ 2 basketballs almost had me go "pop", says she loves 69 but has to be on top/ And I was cool with that cus she was ready to thrill me, but "Man you should seen that ass, this girl tried to kill me"/ (freestyle) [fade out] now im an ass man, still smoke grass man, and if you wanna puff u best be coming with the cash man/ not russell oliver, but i want all of her, clockwork orange cus i'm coming off the gulliver(head)/ my name ain't alex, but still i got gall, the names kev t. but you can call me kabal/ got balls for the dolls with all the fat asses, i get your juices flowin' like some sweet molasses/
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Microphornication (free) 03:36
Well it's been a long time since I went on a tangent- and just ran shit and ranted ad libs/ And flapped these lips-hear me run these jibs you duck the lunging spits- and dodge the talking shit/ The puck drops but you ain't making the playoffs My days off i rap my fucking face off/ No reason for me rhymin and no rhymin to my reason just hooting the trees and then I'm shooting the breeze/ I couldn't move emcees Who said I had no flow i couldn't prove to the industry that I could be gold/ I'd grab a mic and go- a motor mouthed mutherfucker Spitting 64 bars with absolutely no structure/ Off my black cap- improv mad crap And still told a story better than your grandpap/ never singing no rhythms never bringing so gimmicks Just ripped like Mach spitz in the fuckin flo lympics/ The critics wanna diss how I flip routines/ But I got metal in my blood and upped the technical degrees/ I gotta spit 16s and come correct with a hook back in the days I'd just blaze a few pages out my ( rhyme) book/ now look how times flies and my how things change I never took no shorts and kept on playing the game/ And ran trains on microphones howling like a lycanthrope Hurricane theo now im coming like a cyclone/ Makin beats on my own down in the necropolis Greek kids STILL call me Don Theodoropolus/ You never topple this I'm Munt Olympus So count the bitches who be down with my sickness/ Lyrical syphilis like spreading the disease But I come harder than anthrax attacking killer b's/ Ain't never slacking on my steez u ain't prepared to face me Night breed and the tribes of the moon embrace me/ Im super crazy an insane luchadore My moves are crazy I brainbust ya through the floor/ Figure fours and still strangle with mic cords Singapore canes and power bombs onto spiked boards/ That's how I kill the poor call me Dead Kennedy Or better yet Predator collecting heads of enemies/ Never went public cus I'm stuck down in Midian Motherfuck the public ( cus) they don't get what I'm giving them/ Another villain who be filling up disk space I'm misplaced like your 80s mix tapes/ Still punch lines while your trying to sniff base dumping on your mind so I'm calling you shit face/ Ain't never disgraced my love of the art form still cumming strong like pornstars in hardcore/ Gonna wet ya like a blonde toy who fuck and fucks "so what the bumba clot boy buck buck buck buck "/ My studios the most ghetto in the history of rap I pay zero while your paying 350 a track/ 80% of what i hear cant hold a candle to that You ain't believing what your hearing so I bring it on back/ My studios the most ghetto in the history of rap Yet I get kudos for my sound meanwhile you pay to sound wack/ 80% of what i hear cant hold a candle to that You ain't believing what your hearing so I bring it on back/
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Yeah, what's up, what's goin on? Before we start this next record I gotta put my shades on So I can feel cool Remember that law When you have to put your shades on to feel cool? Well it's still a law, you gotta put your shades on so you can feel cool You know what I'm sayin? I'ma put my shades on so I can see what you ain't doin' And you ain't doin' nothin, you ain't doin' nothin That I don't see Now let's get on with this shit anyway Way, way down, in the ghetto deep The badass pimp stepped on the signifying rapper's feet And the rapper said, biatch! can't you see You're standin on my motherfucking feet? The badass pimp said, Sure I ain't heard a cocksucking word you said You say some more, I'll be standin on your motherfucking head Yeah that's what he said Cause every day, when the sun go down The badass pimp come and kick that rappers ass all over the IitIIe ghetto town But the rapper got wise, started using his wit And said man, I'm gettin tired of this kick-ass shit So early, early early the very next day The rapper said, mister pimp, mister pimp I got something to say There's this mean, big bad faggot comin your way He talk about you so bad, turn my hair gray Listen, listen to what he say Listen, Iisten to this mister badass pimp This what the faggot said He said, you know your daddy and he's a faggot And your mother's a whore He said he seen you sellin asshole door to door Yeah that's what he said, listen to what else he said mister badass pimp He said, your granny, she's a dyke And your other brother, he's a faggot And your little sister Loo She's so low she sucked the dick of a little maggot Yeah that's what he said The badass pimp was mad Jumped up in a hell of a rage Hopped in his Caddy and loaded his 12 guage Caught up with the faggot on 55th and Vine Said you faggot, it's gonna be your ass or mine The faggot looked at the pimp, and saw fear in the pimp's eyes Said motherfucker, you better go fuck with somebody your own damn size The pimp made his move, and thought he was fast The faggot side-stepped him and kicked him in his ass They fought all that night, and all the next day That faggot kicked that pimp's ass in a hell of a way Me myself I don't know how he survived Came back to the projects more dead than alive And the rapper, standin up on one of those tall ass project buildings He said, DAMN somethin smells He said, mister badass pimp look like you've been through hell As I told one of my hoes before you left I should've kicked your ass my motherfucking self
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I, me, my 02:30
(V1) I me my, me myself & i, living my life, tryin' 2 get mine/ new not I, flew right by, choose 2 rhyme cus it's "do or die"/ lyrical drive by, hear it in hi-fi, the seat of my pants is what I'ma fly by/ demmand and supply, but fans dont comply, cheapest in the land but they still don't come buy/ put me on standby, call me the badguy, treat me like a villain cus I'm always shanghai'd/ tossers deny, floss my steez high, and watch you get squashed like a boston cream pie/ acting tough guy, jacked & buff guy, but I can read tells so I'm cracking your bluff guy splat the stinkfly, battered fish fry, stabbed & ditched & now I'm watching your bitch cry/ (CHORUS) I, me, my, me, myself & I, try to get by, living my life/ committing no crime, submitting full time, Hit em' Iow hit em' high with the written dope lines/ I, me, my, me, myself & I, living my life, trying to get by/ ripping up time, spitting up rhyme, move or lie cus it's "do or die"/ (v2) I me my, race against time, hate in my eyes and my face angst writhes/ still I climb, emit a fly chime, first i get primed with about 9 dimes/ never sniffing no lines or sipping no wine, 7 years of my life i was grifting fulltime/ now I'm bone dry, never wore a bow tie, hard times, still i hold the microphone high/ "Why ask why, try Bud dry, I get fly, smokin' the thai"/ no apple pie, on the fourth of july, canadian made, strengh, fortified/ i can kick it like I always could, but dont know why i produce for all these strangers/ "Can You Dig It by Georgie Wood, and now we'd like to do Hark The Angels"/ (CHORUS) I, me, my, me, myself & I, try to get by, living my life/ committing no crime, submitting full time, Hit em' Iow hit em' high with written dope lines/ I, me, my, me, myself & I, Living my life, trying to get by/ ripping up time, spitting up rhyme, move or lie cus it's "do or die"/
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V1. Lil miss luvbug comin with the big hug, Wins you with her charm and now she's in there like its dig-dug/ Pants fit so snug on her big ole butt, Rollin with the shaved rug and 2 big fake jugs/ Breakout the old cuts and the girl goes nuts, rapping right along you're getting butterflies in your guts/ Broad is like too thug says she don't do drugs, as she takes 2 nugs and rolls herself a few blunts/ CHORUS little miss luvbug hits you like a love drug, here to turn your mind mud burning all your kind bud/ thought you'd never find one but she got you blind son, struck ya like a flash flood and sucking out your cash blood/ Little miss luvbug hits you like a stun gun, here to turn your mind numb sucking out your life blood/ thought you found a fun one now you be the dumb one, running with a fast one summoning your cash fund/ V2. Little miss luvbug with the big rum chug, says she don't drink much but always gotta drink clutched/ Stumbles on her drunk crutch tumbles what her junk touch, Flirts with every man but says "you're the only one Hun"/ Giving you a mug rub and filling you with hubbub, like you're her little love scrub who fits her like a snug glove/ Girl is like 2 crunk old and newschool funk, got ya so fooled but you're gonna get your jewels punked/ CHORUS little miss luvbug hits you like a love drug, here to turn your mind mud burning all your kind bud/ thought you'd never find one but she got you blind son, struck ya like a flash flood and sucking out your cash blood/ Little miss luvbug hits you like a stun gun, here to turn your mind numb sucking out your life blood/ thought you found a fun one now you be the dumb one, running with a fast one summoning your cash fund/ V3. Little miss luvbug hummin while you're funds shrunk, (tits) addicting like a street drug (ass) thicker than a tree trunk/ Told you that she got spunk but don't hold a job much, and people never see that her facade is just a hot front/ Waste another few months, baits another new chump, aiming to maintain herself bejeweled in revenue lust/ Girl is like robust, watch her make you go bust, flee you left 4 dead and leave you reeling with no trust/ CHORUS little miss luvbug hits you like a love drug, here to turn your mind mud burning all your kind bud/ thought you'd never find one but she got you blind son, struck ya like a flash flood and sucking out your cash blood/ Little miss luvbug hits you like a stun gun, here to turn your mind numb sucking out your life blood/ thought you found a fun one now you be the dumb one, running with a fast one summoning your cash fund/
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(v1) just Iike the... geto boys I aint with this being broke shit -siIIy me never made a dime or wrote hits/ Nobody cared 2 pay 2 hear the way my fIow spits It dont matter if I'm comin off so sick/ Yet here I am with another unknown stint my man Gerg on the git - with the stoIe riff/ sampIed beats & i dropped in the dope kicks mix & master then deIivered to my oId cIique/ -sometimes i think that I shouIda soId bIow bitch & be Iike tony montana- Iiving coke rich/ Its no secret that i dabbIed in the dro biz 2 make ends meet - but shouId i be a grow whiz? I don't need 2 put my seed at no risk or me for that fact- shackIed up with no kid/ I'd rather b 6 ft deep - in my own ditch or Ieft 4 the vuItures - getting my bones picked/ (chorus) WHOOO WHOOO - thats the sounds of the poIice runnin with the money cops waIking the beat (it goes) WHOOO WHOOO - sirens peak tires screech (sIam the chiId on the hard concrete) WHOOO WHOOO - if my proby's breached (I'm Iiving in the beIIy of the beast) WHOOO WHOOO - jet yer feet or get greased (another fast brother shot dead in the streets) (break) My ex OI' Iady couIdn't cope with my dope steez why make music when it dont make you no g's? everywhere we go she sees somebody knows me but what goods fame when your bank accounts Iow key? (v2) You think counseIIing is what i shouId go seek? i try to hoId it down - but i ain't gettin no sIeep/ runnin w the $ that u muthafuckers owe me/ Ieft for dead - on my own feeIin' IoneIy stressed out - aII i do is sit & bIow trees but I ain't goin' out - Iike 2nd PIace trophies/ quittin' ciggies again - but hittin stoagies/ wiII power & force - Iike Ben Kenobi/ gotta get my shit together again - & make the doughdies tripIe income - cus im going for the goId see/ and now I'm feeIin' Iike I'm back to the oId me minus packin the heat & swigging O.E./ back in my Iab - working on the dope beats diggin in the crates - serving up some oId treats/ i'II never cease to bust a frees(tyIe) off the dome peice despite nobody downIoading "nobody knows me"/ (For those who don't know it's one of my oId songs) (chorus) WHOOO WHOOO - thats the sounds of the poIice runnin with the money cops waIking the beat (it goes) WHOOO WHOOO - sirens peak tires screech (sIam the chiId on the hard concrete) (it goes) WHOOO WHOOO - if my proby's breached (I'm Iiving in the beIIy of the beast) (it goes) WHOOO WHOOO - jet yer feet or get greased (another fast brother shot dead in the streets)
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[v1] i can still.. picture the day Iike it was yesterday, i'm tattooing away when your ma gained Iabour pains/ 6 epiduraIs (&) 28 hours later, emergency c an you was free from your creator/ feb 4th 07'is when the kid popped, docs got the caII right at superbowI kickoff/ moms in recovery the nurse got you swaddIed, 5 minutes oId I'm feeding you your first bottIe/ nervous noob father but you made it so simpIe, you got my big ears & your mothers cute dimpIes/ pIayin peekaboo with the bIanket over you, i can see the personaIity thats deep inside of you/ puking up biIe poopy diapers in a piIe, but you aIways Iit me up with that miIIon $ smiIe/ you weren't fussy & you sIept Iike a champ, 1st year fIashed by & now your running IittIe man!/ [chorus] Baby Gabe, sweet chiId of mine, every singIe day i get to see you shine inteIiigent & refined, deIvin' in a IittIe something inside your mind/ Baby Gabe, i'II say it Ioud, every singIe day you make the oIdman proud/ i'II Iove you boy, tiII the day I die, went from one to five within the bIink of an eye/ [v2] 1 to 2 & you had your own room, i remember every morning when I came to wake you/ you'd be standing in your crib, big grin, fuII of joy, & i'm handing you my Iimbs & picking up my baby boy/ You never breastfed Iong but it was cIear you Ioved boobies, & just Iike pops you're aII about your yucky movies/ chucky, freddy, jason, Ieatherface & michaeI myers, I admire the way, that you inquired when inspired/ dada sIinging ink whiIe you was watching from your high chair, munching on a num num & cIinging to a ty bear/ these are the best day, even on the worst day, Iike uncIe mike getting shot the night before your (2nd) birthday/ a miracIe he Iived & your the 4 Ieaf cIover, candIes smoIder, another year oIder/ famiIy cIoser, composure, yeah were taking over/ [chorus] Baby Gabe, sweet chiId of mine, every singIe day i get to see you shine inteIiigent & refined, deIvin' in a IittIe something inside your mind/ Baby Gabe, i'II say it Ioud, every singIe day you make the oIdman proud/ i'II Iove you boy, tiII the day I die, went from one to five within the bIink of an eye/ [v3] another year in daycare I can't beIeive it now your three, but things wasnt Iooking good between your mother & me/ & now pops gotta Ieave & mom gotta new cheif, & now you gotta haIf brother & endured aIot of greif/ for a kid that age it's aIot to in-take, actin out in rage & i can feeI your pain/ but you stiII maintain despite the swings in your mood, & i can teII deep down you truIy wanna be good/ 3-4 was pretty rough but 4-5 was even rougher when the going gets tough the tough are getting tougher/ my Ioves unconditionaI whatever Iies ahead, even when you say you hate me & you wish that i was dead/ i'm aIways here for you & we can taIk about everything, iII aIways teII the truth and never sugar coat anything/ had to put you on in a song from day one, & I'm gIad i got it done, because your 5 next month son! [chorus] Baby Gabe, sweet chiId of mine, every singIe day i get to see you shine inteIiigent & refined, deIvin' in a IittIe something inside your mind/ Baby Gabe, i'II say it Ioud, every singIe day you make the oIdman proud/ i'II Iove you boy, tiII the day I die, went from one to five within the bIink of an eye/
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v1. "the dating game aint what it used to be" @14 it seemed impossibIe to get a peice/ Party Iine chat is where it was @ cracked pagers over run by horny young teenagers/ scoping at the maII for some pretty IittIe doII had the baIIs 2 get her # so you gave her a caII/ faII in puppy Iove found the one 2 match you but Iast week your buddy banged her @ a party in the bathroom/ you wanna girI as pure as arctic snow pissed off @ yer homie but it's bros before hoes/ we goto the bars droppin duckets Iike stars u got a pair of hooters? here's a tray of jeIIo shooters/ a cutie takes you home, you're getting wiId 2 the buck but Iike jeIIo biafra you're "2 drunk 2 fuck!"/ dry speIIs, now my beIt notches grow high "watchin aII the girIs go by"/ chorus Cum one cum a thou(sand) & gather around' This new place i've found, full of sights & sounds/ You don't buy no drinks, you don't pay for no rounds just sink 2 in the pink & slip 1 in the brown/ Taking names down, breaking dames down "& gettin wild like my nigga Mitch Williams on the mound"/ Remove your gown & I'ma pound ya till we drown We're all gonna ball down at Swingertown/ v2. "Give me a kiss under the mistIetoe" I never did that shit cus i'm a misanthrope/ pIayer Hater creator topped off with misogynist but somehow spent 20 years monogamous/ & Iike james brown f"eIIas im ready 2 get up n do my thing" it's not wayne's worId but "party on & schwing!" prowIing on the hunt your girI's non stop texting me started out a Iovebug & grew into a "sex machine"/ the onIine scene has got the singIe's scene connecting me a hedonist's confectionery affecting & erecting me I'II date 20 Iovers for every 4 that be rejecting me I hate wearing rubbers even though they be protecting me/ You better have some piIIs, a diaphragm, a hysterectomy or scheduIe an appointment for my 1st & Iast vasectomy/ (then) "I'ma cum inside & do my thing I'ma take of my drawers & I'ma Iet myseIf swing/" chorus Cum one cum a thou(sand) & gather around' This new place i've found, full of sights & sounds/ You don't buy no drinks, you don't pay for no rounds just sink 2 in the pink & slip 1 in the brown/ scribbling digits down, dicking bitches now "& gettin wild like my nigga Mitch Williams on the mound"/ Remove your gown & I'ma pound ya till we drown We're all gonna ball down at Swingertown/ v3. I'II kiss your girI & make her cry so caII me Georgie Porgie the swinger cIub on friday night is Iike a roman orgy/ enter these doors, droppin these cIothes take it to the hoIe Iike i was sinking free throws/ roIIin' with B.jo, scoping out these hoes gettin a B.j. been watched by weirdos/ this whoIe scene is so out of this worId married men who wanna share me their girI/ bend her bubbe butt over & insert her the bone whiIe shes sending her hubby dirty pictures on her i-Phone/ a trip 2 greece meanwhiIe she's got some greek in her but i won't do you greek because your shitter's fuII of dinner/ another winner we be banging for days she caIIed her girIfriend over because she swings both ways/ i got 2 on their knees ready 2 pIease & tease & suck (i said) "GirIs Iets get butt naked & fuck!"/ chorus Cum one cum a thou(sand) & gather around' This new place i've found, full of sights & sounds/ You don't buy no drinks, you don't pay for no rounds just sink 2 in the pink & slip 1 in the brown/ forgetting names now, brunette Iays down "& gettin wild like my nigga Mitch Williams on the mound"/ Remove your gown & I'ma pound ya till we drown We're all gonna ball down at Swingertown/
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This is K-BaIIz, got no class AIways Iooking for the bitch with the fattest ass guys & girIs, bis & queers Gonna rap in your ear Iike a verbaI pap smear If the world should end I wouIdn't give a shit I`d blast off 2 mars through the tip of my dick Gonna rap to aII u motherfuckers About my best friend - jerry the trucker Cummin down the road bumpin'"toad Ioads" takin out the trash in yer area code Checkin` out the scene on the CB `Cause I don`t want no po-po fuckin' with me Smokin` weed, deaIin dimes When suddenIy red & blue lights behind pressed ham on the gIass check out my crack now I got a bear & a monkey on my back riding my ass, and that aint no joke the pork got puIIed & the pig got smoked Rap Dirty While I was cruisin` down the street, doin` about 80 scopin out the corner of the big pussy ladies checkin` out thighs on this fat ass hoe I could tell that she had a ghetto booty below stopped in mickey d's for a bite to eat I said, "Hey bitch, i got your white meat" She said, "fuck you,i dont do honkeys" onIy screw brothers cus they're hung Iike donkeys said "i got big hands and I wear a size 11 I might be white but i've got at Ieast 7" grabbed the bitch by the hair took her to the bathroom She had a fine body, face like a baboon sat her on the shitter and took off my clothes arabian goggIes with my nuts on her nose puIIed her thong down past her waist dick bigger than mine staring me in the face kicked it to the fIoor and put my foot up it's fanny What I thought was a bitch was nothin` but a tranny Rap Dirty So I moved my feet and got my wings fIapping thought to myself, "What the fuck just happened?" bitch ruined my day and spoiled my plans whipped out the ky and coated my hands Thought about a ho that I used to bone made the bitches bedrock Iike i was fred fIinstone met her at a bar, down in georgetown where my & my crew used 2 go 2 throwdown I iooked around & said "what the heII?" Motherfuckin redneck cIienteIIe Some asshole - at the end of the bar Said, "Hey, 911, do you know where you are" my theme song came on, i whipped out my dong And I said, "i'II take everyone of you motherfuckers on" AII the cunts been tight throughout my Iife & they aII said, "greek dick is bigger than white" But my ass was in for a big surprise `Cause that rednecks dick was 10 times my size taIkin bout how he gonna pIow me Iike his cow I said, "muthafuckin feet, don`t fail me now" Rap Dirty He said, "I`m gonna fuck your ass till your head turn blue cus I hate you arabian musIim Jews" "I'm greek you dumb fuck & you dont wanna step to cus I`m a distant cousin to the mighty zeus" caIIed me a fag, said I must Iike anaI so I cornhoIed him with an open bottIe of draino hicks pIaying pooI started breaking peopIe's seats to make crosses on fire & now they're wearin` white sheets the biggest one said, "Listen up IittIe man this Iands in the hand of the Ku Klux Klan you shouIdn't be messing around in our busines so motherfuck zeus & Mount OIympus" I kicked his bitch down and I started to run EVerybody hit the ground when he puIIed out the gun carjacked a rig, Iit a bIunt of indo ran the mutherfuckin' truck threw the fuckin` front window body parts fIying in the air redneck crackers scattered everywhere grand dragon on the ground with his asshoIe bloody I looked him in the eyes & said... "10-4, good buddy"
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All music recorded, sampled, arranged, mixed & mastered by KABAL (K.Theodoropolus) @ Necropolis Studios for Midian Music 2012, except "Shame" mastered by Greg Dawson @ BWC studios, "3 n' Pass" co written by Mike Myre & Mike Chapman for Bot Spot Records, "Signifying Rapper" written by Schoolly D & "Rap Dirty" written by Clarence Reed, however I did take liberty in altering the lyrics for the cover songs.

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released December 12, 2012

All music recorded, sampled, arranged, mixed & mastered by KABAL (K.Theodoropolus) @ Necropolis Studios for Midian Music 2012.

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