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Heavy Ghetto - IN PROGRESS

by Kabal

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Ya'll know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Ho Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the o' G's Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when u stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doctor they told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me [chorus x2] Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study your tape of NWA. One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrows the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There is no way that you can save me It's ok go with him Gabey [chorus x2] If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of Brampton I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Knew that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch [chorus x3]
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Bow Wow Wow 04:02
I bow wow wow yippy o yippy a to the funk Punk I put you in my trunk Like a good fella I'm a good speller Yet I get retarded like Hellen Keller Take it I'll kick it better I'll flick it Just like a booger I fuck around with hookers Like Tina Turner I'm a fast learner Earning up my wealth, now I go for self Like Barney Rubble, who's always in trouble I'm quick on the double, you'll never see me fumble Like a quaterback, think I outta smack Wack MCs who think they're all of that [Chorus x4] I Bow Wow Wow yippy-o yippy-a to the funk A Bow Wow Wow It ain't no hassle, I'll grab my lasso Check a punk asshole, like Eddie Haskle Yet I'm not the reaper or Sigorny Weaver I'll bust a stunt punk like Colt Seavers Then do the polka, I'm iller then the Joker I'm not mediocre like almond mocca I'm flavour, behaviour is ill when I spill Doobie funk juice like Fire Marshall Bill 'Cause I cause disasters like the Dukes of Hazard I'll shatter you kid if you step punk bastard Zero, weirdo, the funk superhero Yeah you scare me, just like a scarecrow [Chorus x4] Eanni meanni, I funk like Huddini No I run shit punk, like Mussolini I'm skinny Kid like me dreams of tiny bikinis Ralph rocks a beanie Flips it, smacks it, do the Michael Jackson Bring your crew punk, cut you in fractions Action packed, on a come back On the drum track, sharp like a thumb tac I'm in the congos, I chill like Tonto When it comes to the funk, I rock pronto [Chorus x4]
3.
Warning 03:36
Who the fuck is this? pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye see who's this pagin me and why.. It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot how niggas wanna stick me like fly paper neighbour slow down love please chill drop the caper remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville that you rolled dice wit smoked blunts and got nice wit? yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures Now they heard you blowin up like nitro and they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow.. so thank Fame for warnin me cus now I'm warnin you you got the mac nigga tell me what you wanna do... [CHORUS x4] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus wit the Texas license plates outta state they heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down they even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida the fifth corridor.... Call the coroner there's gonna be alot of slow singin and flower bringin if my burgular alarm starts ringin whatcha think all the guns is for? all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door and I feed em gun powder so they can devour the criminals tryna to drop my decimals DAMN..niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha see your picture, now they wanna grab they guns and come and getcha Bethca Biggie won't slip I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip so I can rip through the ligaments put the fuckas in a bad prediciment where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck what I'm a hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck I bring pain, blood stains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket so I can reload and explode on ya rasshole I fuck around and get hardcore C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga feel the rough scandalous The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you? I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody comin........
4.
Hey don't miss out on what your passin You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked So come on as cypress starts to kick it Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin Suckers are hidein Jump behind the bush when they see me driving by Hangin out my window And my magnum takin out some puto's Acting kinda loco I'm just another local Kid from from the street getting paid for my vocals Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man [Chorus: x4] Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man I been doin' all the dumb shit, yo, because I bet it's comin' from it I'm not gonna waste no time, fuckin' around like I got ya hummin Hummin'... comin' at cha... And you know I had to gat ya. Time for some action, just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference into your sattelite, shinin a battle light, swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right. Here's an example, just a little sample. How I could just kill a man! One-time tried to come in my home, take my chrome, I said "Yo, it's on. Take cover son, or you're ass-out. How you like my chrome?", then I watched the rookie pass out. Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway... Hahaha... that young punk had to pay. So I just killed a man! [Chorus x4] It's gonna be a long time before I finish one of the many missions that I have to establish To light my spliff, ignite ya with these sights and if you ain't down: bullshit! Say some punk try to get you for your auto, Would you call the one-time, play the role model? No, I think you play like a thug Next hear the shot of a magnum slug Hummin', comin' at cha yeah ya know I'm gonna gat ya How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been, understand where I'm coming from. When you're up on the hill, in your big home I'm out here, risking my dome. Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat just to stay alive, aiyyo I gotta say "fuck it". Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man [Chorus x4]
5.
Role Model 03:24
I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus I strangled you to death then I choked you again Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally I get you blunted off of funny home grown Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono (Ohh no!!) So if I said I never did drugs That would mean I lie AND get fucked more than the President does Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch!) My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads (Fuck you!) Every girl I ever went out with is gone lez Follow me and do exactly what the song says: smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin skill Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave? And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave? Now follow me and do exactly what you see Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I slap women and eat shrooms then O.D. Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold' Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco (we did it!) My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt I'm not a player but a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh) My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits A premature birth that was four minutes late Mother.. are you there? I love you I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel Will someone please explain to my brain that I just severed a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain? I take a breather and sighed; either I'm high, or I'm nuts Cause if you ain't tiltin this room, neither am I So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it I came to the club drunk with a fake ID Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I've been with 10 women who got HIV Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I got genital warts and it burns when I pee Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree You probably wanna grow up to be just like me!!!

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IN PROGRESS/NOT FOR SALE

NEW PROJECT: HEAVY GHETTO
Featuring KABAL as "Grandmaster Thrash"
compromising/covering numerous classic
rap & hip-hop songs in a hardcore manner.
Recorded @ Necropolis Studios for (c)Midian Music.

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released January 15, 2018

KABAL(K.Theodoropolus)

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