(ft. Lefty Stubbs as “Hefty”
John R as “Wizzy”
Donny G as “Bronson”
Mushmouth as “Bill the Cop”
CB Dollaz as “Nick Duran”
Marty McFly as “DJ Discount”)
produced by:
Mach Spitz
co-produced by: Kabal
contains a sample from:
"Made You Look" by: Nas
lyrics
(V1.Burt)
Flow? Check it, gold bars I got em’
Hop scene wrecked from the top to the bottom
& the phone books shiver see the lyrics getting ripped
Tinker motherfucker you’se about to get gypped
I flip dumb fucks with the tongue twisting nunchucks
The fun buck it stops when I pop lungs and rake muck
You fake fucks are fickle, the trash friends are fiends
We spit ‘cycolpedias and shit magazines
Words are my weapons books are my bunkers
Roll with the Hair Poss, the Rock Ons, the Funkers
& No style’s a stranger, file under Danger
Step into my woods yo yer gonna need a ranger
Brained ya, shit on yer chest and fuckin stained ya
My math gets scary better carry the remainder
I’ll flunk a fuckface faster than a flash card
Straighten up n’ fly right or crash in the Trash yard
(CHORUS)
Call all the nurses, doctors and hearses
Surgeons and virgins get served by these verses
Clutch pearls and purses here come the curses
Run you fucks over the truck then reverses
Priest for the last rites beast mode we blast tight
Feast on the feets yes we steez by the gaslight
Mettle and we just might settle for an ass bite
Classic not classy Bizarro DiBiases
(CHORUS)
(V2.Hefty/Wizzy)
Straight outta left field
the left side my brain has been left sealed
1200 days with so many ways to harvest this deadly yield
Concealed, my mind is a weapon of mass obstruction
A superiorly classed production
of orgasmic verbal seduction
& I’m uninspired and tired of the quire of rappers required
to be admired on the map of desired fire when prior
to the mad style of the 7’s spoken guile
hip hop wasn’t just dying it was steeped in denial
Yeah yesterday existed but I don’t have to list it
Don’t sell the past while tomorrows flying off the shelves
I shoot these mouthpieces then I cut em’ up
Stop the red button to shut em’ up
Clean em’ up so they can’t interrupt
Your future with no answer how to fix it
No one’s looking at themselves but you click it
Be your own tomorrow brick by brick it
Live in the now you get fouled then free kick it
& don’t care if you’re invited to their picnic
(CHORUS)
(V3.Bronson)
Yo & if ya that concerned about other people's opinions
Then I can guarantee ya bank account has one zero in it
Lying through ya teeth you just tryna’ play the hero with it
Can’t bring the heat cuz you ain’t got the Dinero in it
I'm so feral with it yo I’m like an animal damage ya
As you panic my mans will break out the camera, yo
Shred you solo like Panama switch the pain to wrath
Red and white lashes im slashin’ like Van Halen’s axe
So perturbed I'm like the nerve that makes your brain react
Yo I got you stressin like that burner that you paid to wax
Ass backwards these wack rappers I shave ya wage like tax
Yo believe it roll with the demons
that what this rage attracts
Run the city so I had to build the tracks
Until the Lateral collapse it’s no pity like old fitty
You grandpa with the raps you face the giant defiant
Don't even save the date snake I bet you flake like psoriasis
(CHORUS)
(V4.Bill the Cop/Nick Duran)
It’s been 20 years but now I’m back
I’m like a phoenix rising from the ashes, ready to attack
Nah, I’m kidding. I’m 40+ and growing the grays
toddler hangin off my hip for half of my days
Yeah, I’m getting older but I’m still a soldier
and some say that age is in the eye of the beholder
I’m still spittin dope rhymes, still hittin punchlines
Burnin all the them sucker Mc’s and leavin tan lines
You next best god bless (oh yes)
Usually overcome with great success
I break necks and sleep in sheds
My flop? Your solarium when you’re at the lake
I pawned your rake, my clothes disintegrate
Decrepit man cruff, grip fliff quick
& rip unsolicited scripts, I flip sick
Original itinerant, most belligerent
Feed on my steez G’s and follow with a dinner mint
(CHORUS)
(V5.Fred)
Kicking a few bricks while I sift through the rubble
Pissing on the precipice who gifted you the trouble?
Some are at the gate & soon some will cook in Hell
Another Mother at the wake
because her dumb son took the L
There’s no flattery in nagging to battle me
I’m like a stray alley cat so put me in a bag and rattle me
Throw me in the pit & watch me make a lot of room
I be going ape shit because I got the boom boom(bap)
Bappetite for destruction…
For shit to get a bit more lit, y’all gotta commit
B&Es, burglaries, & grand larceny
But when the smoke clears
& you appear you’ll stand heartlessly
I hand art in the trash can, set ablaze
Keep it 150 proof, truth nowadays
Always gotta go Berserk mode,
never giving no fucks though
Because I wanna blow the world up like Techno Destructo
(CHORUS)
credits
from Street Trash in 3-D,
released July 17, 2023
"DJ Discount"(Marty McFly)Marty Saunders
“Burt”(Mach Spitz)Cory McCallum
“Hefty”(Lefty Stubbs)Derek Legue
“Wizzy”(John R)John Richardson
“Bronson”(Donny G)Donovan Guertin-Lowe
“Bill the Cop”(Mushmouth)Sean Ryan
“Nick Duran”(CB Dollaz)Cory Bruyea
“Fred”(Kabal)Kevin Theodoropolus
Philly rapper Wino Willy is back with a concept album that showcases his sharp rhyme styles & appearances from Maze Overlay & Fatboi Sharif. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 29, 2023
