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What's below remains below,
This is the law,
You'd better be,
Prepped to sell your soul
& watch the weasel go pop/
All you,
Spineless mindless "talents"
Bending over for the gold,
If any,
Label wanna get behind you,
Blast! You spread an open hole/
Ready,
For the fist fuck,
Now a puppet for the corporate,
But you,
Never even realized that,
So now I'm painting you a portrait/
One,
Hit wonder,
Over/Under but you're checkered,
Meanwhile,
I'm underground, locked down,
Like Schoolly D,
With tons of undiscovered records/
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(V1)
Whatever happened? To the age old art of rapping?/
The art of storytelling, fell apart to boring yelling/
No ghetto rebels, just spoiled braggarts/
"Rat-a-tat-tatted, and all the cops scattered"/
You ain't gangster, you ran from the gun blast/
"Cus real gangsta ass ni**az can't run fast"/
Whatever happened, to the "doo-doo" raps? /
And the "Boom bap! Boom! Bap"/
(Chorus X2)
Muthafuckas nowadays , wanna rap like this/
Your tracks can't blaze,without the pitch shift/
20 semitones down, ya voice got boom/
no kicks in your shit, but kick in the auto tune/
(V2)
"Drop a oldschool beat" down, & my mic rips/
Not weak fucking shit, That sounds right bitch/
Whatever happened, To DJ's scratching?/
...................................., Extinct like passion/
The grandmasters, Will roll in they graves/
The way you dumb bastards, Portray and behave/
Y'all need to "slow down", need to "bacdafucup"/
If Old Dirty was here yo, he'd "Fuck yo ass up!"/
(Chorus X2)
Muthafuckas nowadays , wanna rap like this/
Your tracks can't blaze, without the pitch shift/
20 semitones down, ya voice got boom/
no kicks in your shit, but kick in the auto tune/
(V3)
Whatever happened, To the parties and the fun?/
When did rapping, Turn in to bitches clapping off guns?/
Street trash slums, "here come the drums"/
Now you ain't "number one" Until you got the most funds/
You bout' the business, So good riddance/
And no kidding, (new) Hip hop's got me singing.../
"Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore/
But some days I sit, and wish I was a kid again"/
(Chorus X2)
Muthafuckas nowadays , wanna rap like this/
Your tracks can't blaze, without the pitch shift/
20 semitones down, ya voice got boom/
no kicks in your shit, but kick in the auto tune/
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Left 4 Dead
02:58
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(Verse one)
The dawn of a new dead day, in Pennsylvania P.A., contagious Green Flu outbreak/
It mutates body cells and kills your brains motor skills, infected peeps run infested streets blood/
Is knee deep guns leave em' in heaps,
In the Fairfield heat 4 survivors meet/
Bill - Vietnam vet, Louis - I.T. Analyst,
Zoey - College student, and a biker named Francis?/
Never the less nobody else is immune,
But this different from doom, we got a boomer in the room/(BOOM!)
Covered in puke, the fumes attracting the horde, itchy trigger fingers empty magazines on the floor/
Press forward, make as much tracks as possible, caught word of evac at Mercy Hospital/
Gotta get to the chopper, but our pilot turned,
So we took a crash course where we crashed & burned/
(Chorus)
Don't wanna end up, Left 4 Dead,
Your gun held up, aim for the head,
Help your friends up, instead you fled,
In-capped on the ground, now you're Left 4 dead (and you) x2
(Verse two)
An armoured ride to riverside then ran out of road, now we stride heel toe and continue the death toll/
Got smoked by an intestinal tongue,
Shotgun reveals the innards and his tumour-us lungs/
There's a hunter coming in, I melee it with the butt end of an M-16, and end his misery/
You must be shitting me this whole town is over run, caught a boat to Newburgh but dead air is never done/
Headed for the airport were exposed to the witch, pulled out the chrome shotie and proposed to the bitch/
Got aboard the C-130 but then the plane crashed, in a national forest now we're following train tracks/
Attacked by the tank we blast back 4 to one, against the roid raging, shaven down, mighty joe young/
Bill sacrificed his life we helped some people in need, then sailed to the Florida Keys while they headed to New Orleans/
(Chorus)
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Tell Tale Heart
02:31
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I'm trippin' like I dropped cids, 9 hits,
But cop this, I ain't popped since 1996/
Not one white microdot or purple blot,
I got one night right and now I'm chirped alot/
the pot got brought, & then the plot got hot,
But it was me who got caught, So down, deep down in my thoughts/
Still I fought, clawed & scratched, to salvage what we used to have,
to have you back next week would be like super bad/
I got an instinct that flows in the heart,
Empty all my feelings out & watch you smash em'apart/
When I was so down, to try & follow the part,
But I ain't no actor & I was straight from the muthafuckin' start/
My soul chose, your brain froze, & words closed,
I flowed with prose & stuck my nose in your woes/
Communication would be great for this dreg who begs,
But you never opened up except for opening legs/
I'm not tearing into you cus it's not in my nature,
Meanwhile you rip me up Iike a piece of paper/
attack my lifestyle, my parenting skills,
But you can drink until you drop & pop assortments of pills/
I don't hold no grudge because I'm used to your kind,
I've "been judged & judged what's one more time?"/
they say love conquers all, but divided we fall,
& now I wonder if you ever even loved me at all?/
Removed my facebook posts from your wall in an instant,
Deleted any trace & evidence we existed/
the only way I get it off my chest is through rappin',
I still don't know, or have a clue of what happened/
I wish Mike Chapman was still here, (R.I.P.)
a big brother with an ear who made me see things clear/
But he's long dead & gone just like our love got lost,
I try my best to move on, but you be stuck in my thoughts/
I never wanted more kids, would never marry again,
you come along, I re-evaluate my whole game plan/
I was reeling with feelings, I took the risk,
Now what the fuck was I thinking getting myself into this?/
Every time I open up somebody closes the case,
But it was different with you my heart was in the right place/
I might of been a bit neurotic, i was learning how to stop it,
the prophet had to off it because of burning a narcotic/
I felt useless combating your excuses,
Of why we shouldn't do this, so show me where the noose is/
the shows over & we put it to rest,
I thought we'd still be friends, but now she's ghost like trends/
When you were my girl i didn't have a care in the world,
I could lie in bed for days & run my hands through your hair curls/
your face faded, I remember every detail,
you tired of my face because you dumped me via email/
tell tale heart & no one's buying my sanity,
Once again the fall guy for all the inhumanity/
If you love something set it free,
I wonder if you did & now you sit & wait for me to come back to thee/
Now I picture you a white hat in-scripted with "DUNCE",
the way you've been on my mind for the last 6 months/
My brain was racing with crazy thoughts, now it's slowing down a bit,
It's easy to fall in love but so hard to fall the fuck out of it..../
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Do The Creepy Crawl
03:32
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(Chorus)
Yes yes y'all
You're now rocking with Kabal
To the beat y'all
Beat y'all creepy creepy crawl
Yes yes y'all
Yes y'all creepy crawl y'all
To the beat y'all
Beat y'all do the creepy crawl(x2)
Do the creepy crawl(x4)
(Verse 1)
Me and my family got a game for y'all,
You call it B&E but we call it the creepy crawl/
We all gather round in a trippy hippie flock,
& take our turns at picking people's locks/
Never find the hidden key so you're shit out of luck,
Stick your knife inside the lock and hope it don't get stuck/
Put the girls on watch if you see the cops,
Whistle loud or yell "stop" then we be busting on out/
Get the booty like pirates, then we divide it,
Drop it at the stash spot, so we can hide it/
So come on all you teefers with steely balls,
Lets cash duped cheques and do the creepy crawl!/
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I'm like a Robin Hood of the 1960s,
Stealing movie stars shit for all of the hippies/
We don't care what were nipping and ripping,
We just fuck your mind and keep on tripping/
So you wanna know what creepy crawl is about,
It's about looting riches while we mess up your house/
The doses were dropping got us lost in precaution,
Taking safe deposit boxes & shits in your closet/
And if you come home, and happen to find me,
With my knife in my hand I'll see you fall to your knees/
You bow at my shoes as you beg and you plead,
Blood dripping out your neck while you crawl and I creep/
(Chorus)
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Freeda (cover song)
01:41
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I was walking down the block w/ my homeboy Peter,
When I met this girl named "Fuckin' Freeda" /
this girl Fuckin' Freeda yes she's kinda dumb,
Because she opened up her legs & said "Do you want some?"/
I said "No Fuckin' Freeda, you fuck too much,
you fuck with every damn man that you can touch/
I mean Damn Freeda, don't take it as a diss,
you alwalys, smellin' smellin' smellin' smellin' smellin' like fish"/
this girl Fuckin' Freeda was lookin' fine,
She grabbed my jammy & said "Put it in my behind?"/
I said "No Fuckin' Freeda cus it ain't no thing,
I heard you put your mouth on everything"/
She done put her mouth on everything,
On big black balls & ding-a-ling/
this is true cus she got into position,
Pulled down my zipper & went truly on a mission/
to Freeda sex is a pretty bad habit,
She sees a big dick & she's just got to grab it/
But I won't fuck you if you pay me too
I won't fuck you if you pay me too
Why? She smell like doo-doo
Fuckin' Freeda, she's always in the bed,
Fuckin' Freeda, she's probably doing head/
Fuckin' Freeda, she's always in the bed,
Fuckin' Freeda, why don't you goto school instead/
(yo b check it out)
Fuckin' Freeda, she fucks too much,
She fucks with every damn man that she can touch/
I mean Damn Freeda, don't take it as a diss,
you alwalys, smellin' smellin' smellin' smellin' smellin' like fish/
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Kevin's Not Here
03:46
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V1.
I'm not here, please leave a message.
I'll get back when I'm outta the wreckage/
Please wait for the beep then speak,
But, refrain and don't you get to deep/
Cus, chances r that ain't my brother,
In one ear, out the other/
Like my mother and my father
Machines running, but please don't bother/
Cus I've been gone since the time I got here, you go on, even though I'm not here/
Talk long, I long to rot here,can't see me I'm a little dot here/
Don't fret, even I can't find me,
I missed that, so Im rewinding/
It feels like, my ears are blinded,
Please leave another one I just might find it/
Chorus
Kevin's not here, please leave a message,
Ill get back when I'm done with the presage/
Please wait for the beep then speak, It seems I'm either asleep, or I'm making a beat/
Or getting something to eat, or too busy smoking weed, you can always text me I need something to read/
I'm either in too deep or way over my head, but I'll get right back to you soon as I can/
V2.
I'm still not here, so please leave another one, don't get offended, I do it to my mother son/
Don't get me wrong, you're not being troublesome, I swear I'll get back to you, right on the double, once.../
I'm done dealing with whatever that I'm dealing with, And done feeling with whatever that I'm reeling with/
I'm not revealing, whoever that I meddle with, staring at the ceiling dreaming things ill never settle with/
You keep leaving them as if you were a real friend, just concealing that you're kneeling for a deal and/
a helping hand that's appealing to a weed man, clearly not hear but you're squealing like a creed fan/
There's no need to keep feeding me your hard times, I heard that shit, when you mentioned it the third time/ topped my inbox like you're working part time, I'll get back, once I'm done, lurking in my dark mind/
Chorus
Kevin's not here, please leave a message,
Ill get back when I'm done with the presage/
Please wait for the beep then speak, It seems I'm either asleep, or I'm making a beat/
Or getting something to eat, or too busy smoking weed, you can always text me I need something to read/
I'm either in too deep or way over my head, but I'll get right back to you soon as I can/
V3.
I'm not here, please leave a message.
I'll get back when I'm outta the wreckage/
Please wait for the beep then speak,
But, refrain and don't you get to deep/
Cus, chances r that ain't my brother,
In one ear, out the other/
Like my mother and my father
Machines running, but please don't bother/
Cus I've been gone since the time I got here, you go on, even though I'm not here/
Talk long, I long to rot here,can't see me I'm a little dot here/
Don't fret, even I can't find me,
I missed that, so Im rewinding/
It feels like, my ears are blinded,
Please leave another one I just might find it/
Chorus
Kevin's not here, please leave a message,
Ill get back when I'm done with the presage/
Please wait for the beep then speak, It seems I'm either asleep, or I'm making a beat/
Or getting something to eat, or too busy smoking weed, you can always text me I need something to read/
I'm either in too deep or way over my head, but I'll get right back to you soon as I can/
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Hate Rap 88' (reprise)
02:15
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It's time to get funky, too this beat,
That gets you hooked like a crackhead junkie/
Since rocks started causing seizures,
All the coon poon night ride jungle fever/
Acid thunder made me wonder,
How you muthafuckas even got her #/
Now all you white boys wanna act like monkeys,
So... Yo! Yo! Get funky!/
I hate-on Caucasians, Asians too,
& the Hebrew Jews, I got the views that bruise/
Hating pork chops, wops, and the Coolie-cools,
I'm fucking hating so much... "they even had it on the news"/
"Don't believe the hate, it's a sequel",
I'm not racist, I hate em' all equal/
A little ditty that was dated way back,
From the vanilla in black, kill it with the hate rap//
I don't dance smooth, shake my butt to fake grooves,
I stick & move, take your wallet & gank fools/
Spank cooze, break a bottle and shank you,
Down your drinks, then I bow and I thank you/
Stalk the club like a thug on the prowl,
Stick your head through speaker cus' you said "it's too loud!"/
Took it to the dance floor with the pigs and sows,
Whip my shit out "& do it to the crowd!"/
Turn the suburbs into the p.j.'s,
"There goes another wik-wak D.J."/
Turntables in the middle of a three way,
While I'm hating on everything he play/
Broke your nose, with my microphone,
Just to see... "How low can you go"/
Hate rap corrupt, even slap my fans,
You wanna get fucked up? Well then "Clap your hands!"/
B-Town!
Home of the original player hater...
(X4)
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Diseased
02:21
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Diseased
Yo I'm the G-a-n-g, the S-t-a-r
Leave you assed up outside a gay bar/
M*A*S*H*ing fools as if their names was radar,
88' drive-bys, in Jerry's K car/
A carton of eggs and a loaded super soaker,
Pointed and aimed, coated juvenile joker/
Two decades pass, in the past I'm still stuck,
Ask me how I'm doing like you really even give a fuck/
Buckin' shots from the pen to the pad and...
Every songs another page from the diary of a mad man/
I lost my mind in south Ontario,
Left my heart with a mouthy cherry hoe/
My dames gotta look like rappers girlfriends,
Ass for days clapping squats and curled bends/
It's so tragic, we had the right magic,
I was running with the ball but you had to go and sack it/
Kind of funny how, I grew far from thou,
And like honeymoon suite I got a new girl now/
More chicken heads than a freak show geeks bitten off,
Count on one hand all the best friends I've written off/
You sit and scoff like I'm talking about you,
And if you're really that vain then it's probably true/
Where you gonna run too when you got no crew?
A shoelace makes a noose and I bid you adieu/
While I keep coming through, new lyrics new beats,
Chilling in my dungeon freaking new techniques/
On the grimiest of laptops you ever could see,
And by grimy I don't mean brand new, bad ass and clean/
You're pristine, drunk on listerine,
While you try to judge me, from your hierarchy seat/
In your palace, sippin out a chalice, while I'm drinking from a canister,
No throne in my game I'm not a Lanister/
Pageantry's old, everything had been sold,
While you keep growing cold from the stories I've told/
Everybody want gore, so I painted the floor,
Hardcore blood red, now they're asking for more/
You're blessed my best words tongue fucked you to death,
While my face turns blue because I'm holding my breath/
Let me show you the horrors, you and your crew ain't no shottaz,
Mail your body parts around like fucking Luca Magnotta/
Illuminati's can't handle my hands now,
"Introducing, one man band in town!"/
"class clown ready to pull the mask down"
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Night Flight
04:55
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(V1)
Come, one, come, all,
To the spaceship that's about to haul/
Up-up-up, and away y'all,
26 million miles while the stars all fall/
I, be, ka-bal,
Your host to Venus with the meanest call/
Don't, fret, my vexed gall,
We came to party even though you know I brawl/
Slow-ing down, to-a-crawl,
Night flights docking in with an easing drawl/
Messed, up, like, scrawl,
Looking like a damn fool stumbling through the dance hall/
Foot, loose, rag-doll,
Blazing J's with an Alien I think his names Paul/
To-tal, re-call,
But I don't do those Mars bars, I need my eye balls/
I'm drinking high balls, my styles be low-brow,
Sinking high flys while I rhymes with know-how/
So here's the low-down, and you should know this,
I'm higher than you, even at my lowest/
Drugged up poet, my only friend,
Rasputin of the future bringing back Boney M/
I'm honing in, and always refining,
You're zoning out, and always declining/
My recitals always vital very primal with the libel,
Always fighting for the title cypher beats that's rival tribal/
You're in denial, but it's happening,
One stone from the sun, it's just so baffling/
I try balancing, people just laugh at me,
Try to bust a move when you gots no gravity/
You didn't know? We took a night flight to Venus,
So "dis attach yourself from my penis"/
(Chorus)
"Night flight to Venus"
Everyone strapped in? This is your captain speaking,
Turbulence ahead with some freaking and tweaking,
Peaking off the deep-end for the rest of the weekend/
"Night flight to Venus"
Don't be alarmed, we've hit an asteroid field,
You'll all be fine, we're deploying the shield,
In a meteor shower, but we're safely concealed/
(V2)
Dark, night, stars, gleam,
Beam me up Scotty's rocking laser beams/
Float-ing with, my, team,
Three Green skinned girls on the highest scene/
Chill, like, ice, cream,
Not Cheech, not Chong, but I roll with the nice dreams/
Heads all full, of, steam,
Staring at the galaxy, and let me tell you it's serene/
This, ain't, no, scheme,
In my b-boy stance while I stroke on my goatee/
Bus-ting- out, of the seam,
With night flight to Venus as my entrance theme/
Fly-dope-words, I do deem,
On a quantity of paper better known as a ream/
Feel the pull, jet-stream,
But remember in space no one can hear you scream/
I'm roping fiends, converging haters,
Creatures bursting out chests? Yo I'll check ya later/
Defibrillator, and back to the program,
Grinding my teeth, while they rock another slow jam/
Holding the Trojan, flowing prose on this bitch,
You think I really give a damn if she got three tits/
You'll never stop this mission or abort or pull the plug,
And if the space pigs raid the spot, I kill the drugs/
And if the place gets got I gotta drop and be housin',
Rock shockers to the hotties like a T-1000/
All around arousing and dousing you in spirits,
Inject the Holy Ghost and make you scream so I can hear it/
Stargaze theories, day dreaming, sight seeing,
Still believing and conceiving there's intelligent beings/
Night flight to Venus, me on the bus to see my girl,
"The most beautifullest thing in this world"/
(Chorus)
"Night flight to Venus"
Everyone strapped in? This is your captain speaking,
Turbulence ahead with some freaking and tweaking,
Peaking off the deep-end for the rest of the weekend/
"Night flight to Venus"
Don't be alarmed, we've hit an asteroid field,
You'll all be fine, we're deploying the shield,
In a meteor shower, but we're safely concealed/
(I assure you)
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Gettin' Hit
05:19
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(V.1)
I was, just a teen, new to the high school scene,
already seen the kids I grew with stream into the machine/
I couldn't be that green, I wouldn't join that team,
was too keen from my seeings, and too demeaned from these beings/
Anxieties and bad dreams lead to insecurities,
hit the herb it seems to curb & cure impurities/
Girlies stare at me but it ain't positive,
It's like they all be scared of me, & then commence the gossip/
Theodoropolus the creep until you need to cop the clout weed,
We rolled in middle school but now you wanna out me/
See through phonies wanna try and re-route me,
But I never gave a fuck in what you thought about me/
The in crowd scene, could never understand me,
treat me like a play thing and try to underhand me/
They couldn't command me, a psycho from Bramalea,
then finally found a gang of teens, who seemed more like a family/
I couldn't see being the noob of the pack,
that secretly I was the joke of their laughs (HA!)
I didn't see the trash talk behind my back,
But kept on proving myself until the test was passed/
I pointed out the backstabbers who attempted to soil,
I couldn't shout enough about our pack together and loyal/
I kept pushing the issue about unity the goal,
you thought I posed then saw I posses music in my sole/
Now I'm too cool for school , too rad for mon n dad,
Numerically I used to rule but now I'm bombing in math/
Got a "D" in Phys Ed "how the fuck ya manage that?"
An artist failing in art, that made my old man snap!/
Was too busy cutting class, was too busy spitting songs,
was too busy smoking hash, was too busy hitting bongs/
Too busy carving my niche, too busy getting along,
but now I finally fit in, and landed where I belong/
(V.2)
So now we do our own thing in this collaboration,
anybody steps to us, were gonna smash their face in/
Getting respect now and admiration,
Was too bad ass to attend my graduation/
Enter the real world what's the next move?
Moved into a house with three of the best dudes/
I was barely making rent with little cash & less food,
Time to try something new and get my ass in the groove/
Started working at a gas station midnights,
perfecting beat creations so my shits tight/
my pen shooting off on paper like a gun right,
write 2 pages every shift until its sunlight/
Still not making ends that are satisfactory,
started taking friends money selling hash & weed/
practically every homie gives his cash to me,
and this little piggy over here won't be catching me/
Smashing me in the club you must be joking b,
Cus I'm rollin with a crew that's like 40 deep/
We be the shadows in the corners that are smoking weed,
See me on the dance floor doing the shorty creep/
Cus Everywhere we go we be the spectacle,
All the hoes got us locked in they rectacles/
Just like Looking down the barrel of a sniper scope,
Analyzing how we roll under a microscope/
Then I started fucking with the microphone,
putting Brampton on the map to take the title home/
Grasshopped, 3 n passed, while I blast fat cones,
Double duties with the Wiggaz and my Black Belt Jones/
As fate would have it, things got outlandish,
friendships strained to the point of damage/
Everyone vanished and the scene got blasphemous,
we're on hiatus, but you ain't heard or seen the last of us/
(V.3)
The homies all scattered, relationships shattered,
I'm feeling all battered over everything that mattered/
couldn't get any sadder, wasn't making any clatter,
Then I met this bad bitch who made my dick swell fatter/
Shackled up with her, and my main man Dove,
Plus my good friend Julie now I'm feeling the love/
Battling my innards, all my demons I shove,
Put my good foot forward,but still dealing in drugs/
I wasn't making no music, I was loosing my shit,
Then I got a call from Gerg, and rekindled the friendship/
He gave me two new songs, with some mad hard riffs,
Next thing I know I'm the booth with a band called Grift/
Then I moved to the boonies so I could start tattooing,
Was still dropping bombs, with the metal rap spewing/
Took it to the hole, like my name was Pat Ewing,
Toured across Canada and kept the pack moving/
But everywhere I look I see my friends lives changing,
They quit smoking weed cus their anxieties were raging/
Moving out of Brampton, holding open house staging,
Getting married to their sweethearts and start rearranging/
The day room, cus they got a child on the way soon,
Totally consumed, while I'm wild and I stay doomed/
Building up careers and making great pay too,
While I'm watching cartoons, as the top of the day blooms/
30 creeping up on me, it seemed to make sense,
To get myself a wife and kid just like my friends/
Who all own nice homes, with the white picket fence,
But I'm living in a rathole and still paying rent/
My significant other, now an alcoholic rager,
Left me in the dust, took my kid, that was major/
Now I'm 40 staring at my old pager... singing,
"Why must I be a teenager?"/
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It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty,
Went to a bar and caught me a 40/
Got kinda high and a...kinda drunk,
So I kicked the ass of this little punk/
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell,
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"/
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son,
Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun/
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?",
I turned around man, this bitch was fat/
I really don't know, how i got in her car,
She musta picked me up when I left the bar/
Ya know I'm horny homey man I wanted to chill,
But you know how mothers are, she wanted to ill/
So I said, "Hey baby is you on the pill?
'Cause, tonight I want to be your lover,
Just one thing: I forgot to buy a rubber"/
Wait a little while then we snuck upstairs,
Step by step pulling on her hair/
We got into my room, bitch started to scream,
Momma busted in what a fucked up scene/
Shirt ripped off, drawers down to my knees,
Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!/
Put back your gun, put down your broom,
My mom fucked up the room/
The bitch jumped up with no respect,
I had to put the big, big bitch in check/
I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get clocked,
I'm sober anyway, & you got a stink box/
Oh yeah, them wild Saturday Nights
It was Saturday Night and I was feelin kinda funny,
Gold around my neck, pockets full of money/
Went to the corner, man who did I see?,
But this super bad bitch lookin back at me/
I said, "Fly lady, man you got a big butt",
This Bitch turned around, all she said was, "What?"/
I said, "They call me K-Balls" smooth and coy,
Before I knew it up came my boys/
Noisy as hell and drunk as shit,
Sayin "Yo Kevy Kev what time is it?"/
Looked a little closer and I knew it was gag,
What I thought was a girl was nothin but a fag/
Oh yeah, them wild Saturday Nights
Everybody rappin but they don't know how,
Shoulda seen the boy rappin to the cow/
He rapped so hard that the cow saw smoke,
He lit up his cheeba and they both took a toke/
The cow got high and the boy got by,
Just don't come in my face and ask me why/
Cheeba Cheeba y'all
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba makin 'em feel like that
Cheeba Cheeba y'all
Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed
It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need
Cheeba Cheeba y'all
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Smokin a J and scratchin' the itch,
Along came a spider and sat down beside her,
And said, "Yo, what's up with that bitch?"/
But then down the road came Mary and her lambs,
Smokin' a Lacy in each and every hand/
The poor little spider, he couldn't score any,
They were 2 dollar bitches and he only had a penny/
Cheeba Cheeba y'all
Yeah Cheeba Cheeba y'all
Let me tell ya a little tale about Peter the Pimp,
Sucka MCed, tried to cop a limp/
Rode around town in a couple of cars,
Got gagged by the man tryin to stick up a bar/
The judge said, "Boy, what was on your mind?",
He said, "I had some Cheeba Cheeba, cocaine and some wine."/
The judge said, "Boy, relax and have a beer,
You won't be doin shit for the next ten years."/
Cheeba Cheeba y'all
Yeah, it's that Cheeba Cheeba
Cheeba Cheeba y'all
Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed
It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need
Cheeba Cheeba y'all
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Intro:
(Kuh- Kuh- kabal... A Prince Paully Production...
Don Stefano... The combination...
Theo the face man... Double N Smith...
On some black belt jones shit...
And it goes a little something like this...)
Verse One:
(Back) Back again, (back) on another track again,
(Back) All the blind folks thinking that I'm black again/
(Back) I'm still white like the bread from wonder,
(Back) I still fight like its Thursday thunder/
WCW and I'm here to trouble you,
Hard rocks sledgehammered cus I came to rubble you/
Come to me with your nice medley rhythms,
And it still gets injected with the five deadly venoms/
The kids back with another phat track dealt,
Shaved the Fro but I still pack a black belt/
Roundhouse kicks to your dome if you doubt that,
Still living like its 95 ' cus I'm about that/
Stuck in the past, trying to move to the future,
Son you run your jibs and your lips will get sutured/
Still throwing down like nobody can,
(I) Still whoop your ass like I was your old man/
(Still) you're never ever gonna find me rhyme-less,
I keep coming with the shit that's timeless/
Paully beats bang and my flow go wreck,
How the fuck you hang a man when he got no neck?/
Pick your poison, burning, stabbing or shooting,
You still couldn't stop the rap spewing Rasputin/
Ripping the microphone until I'm 60,
Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quickly/
Stick and move with the kicks in the groove,
Do it for the love cus I've got nothing to prove/
I kick facts while you're turning those fables,
Power bomb through the burning turn tables/
Run your tongue punk, I'm disrespecting you,
Fuck with me you're fucking with the Brampton Wrecking Crew/
And that's something that you don't wanna see,
So before you start fronting ask your moms about me/
Chorus X2:
Still be getting it on,
composition unfurled,
Anyone mic blazing come test,
There's a secret song,
At the centre of the world,
And it's sounds are like razors through flesh/
Verse Two:
I'm back with the Kung Funk, slapping up young punks,
Roll you in the rug and dump yer lump in the trunk skunked/
Double N Smith, A-Teamed with the word smith,
Clean you off your bones then go and see what they're worth bitch/
It's no come back, roll with the drum track,
We've been here for years sticking round like some thumbtacks/
You couldn't bang, so you shouldn't of rang,
Kabal and Prince Paully, the men they couldn't hang/
Chorus X8
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Kabal Brampton, Ontario
Bastardizing rap music for over 3 decades...
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