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Basics
03:44
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The rappers rapper u a decoy living legend definition of a b-boy
Break toys for nothing pure joy, shoot the radio i kill noise
Poised calm pack side arms, stay away rainy Monday put your
boots on,
Form all types, rock all mic's, you rhyme get in line, I'll battle
two dykes
Right to the end, op nice wit a pen, tell a friend no win i'll
break your a skeleton,
Trend setter better, then average I'm a savage, clout
I got stock, lock up, & bag it
Tag it, like it, share it don't fear it, hip hop dead I uplift the spirit
Gear it, towards the real we all feel it,
Grammar, beat bananas and peel it,
Behold I been told I'm best, think you fresh come meet your conquest,
Less is not more, the score on y'all, new threads, turn heads, buy the mall on ya'll
Fall like dominoes, your style sound old like a rusty flow,
Chorus
back to the basics,
Face it , back to the boom bap, here we go, rap need a face lift,
Sterio loud bass up, hands up,
in the air about to turn up,
What this want you want right here,
New heat for the streets,
we rocking all year
Second Verse
Parton me, hip hop be starting me, run the board avoid monopoly,
watch it be, Probably done flow next plateau, no rocking me son,
run yours rap give n!#%@ trap, jaw my house you fall threw a trap door, told ya support like wonder bra, main event cash spent you a
under card
Hard like arithmetic, spit hot bars please use oven mitts,
Thought I lost it, but i didn't,
Stressed out over treach kitten Listen,
Beens naughty, so tap the forty, chain get yap, thieves are sporty
La di da di heard his body went missing, hip hop head I fight with addiction,
Wish for the green I'm shaking things up, take first place And kill the runner up,
F#%$ all non believers and haters, beats pound the ground walk leave craters,
Flavor the green mint taste, took time off I was lost outer space,
Most underrated hated though, I'm the underground
king sounds typical
Your little flow mean nothing, came from street teams your promo the net button
Chorus
back to the basics,
Face it , back to the boom bap, here we go, rap need a face lift,
Sterio loud bass up, hands up,
in the air about to turn up,
What this want you want right here,
New heat for the streets,
we rocking all year
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3. |
Nappy Assassination
04:02
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Chorus
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes represent the hip hop heads
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes
I'm still the loud mouth dread
First verse
Isn't it so beautiful you could vision it here it is on point like a pyramid
There it is new joint hope you hearing it
We live to max I'm the ultimate
Most fortunate hope you corporates can cope with it
Green Dutch in my clutch dope I'm a smoke with it
Never spoke of, what I joke of, broke fucked up & laid up that's not love
Shove all animosity If possibly
See I move with such speed & velocity
Remarkable I'm a gem stone got fly rhymes it high times its hemp poem
Kill all that tracks rock on spit hardcore you more like soft porn
Get Bimism mad izim eyes so red use no stencil just pencil lead
Chorus
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes represent the hip hop heads
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes
I'm still the loud mouth dread
Second verse
My hart fell in love with a art form
Pause
Excited for the mic my hands warm
Pause
Eager the fever to flow non believers could easily go
Show experts head nod till your
Neck hurt, green god out smart the network
Pause
The novelist rap octopus
Cause apocalypse keep shit lit what the topic is
Pause
Kids don't try this at home ignore I endure Summer's alone
Pause
Tone kinda harsh you garbage
Green army I sabotage your sergeant,
margin slim, bargain him back to the grill I smash your guard in
Wack mc's die don't ask why,
Shut your show down tie your sound guy
Pause
Certified street on beat life is a gamble handle this heat
Chorus
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes represent the hip hop heads
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes
I'm still the loud mouth dread
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4. |
Cabbage
03:09
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Bridge
Its not hard for the green god
First Verse
Green god die hard Bruce Willis green slime flu it's my time I rhyme illest Kill it on mine what tomorrow be green tea green shoe lace green Wally bee's Stand strong weather the storm since LL rock the bells I been alarmed Me ill-informed so the norm not here stand clear up in ya girl like pap-smear Bear for the moment I own it condone it drugs like Keith Richard rolling stone it Phone it on home ET
Extra terrest you bless to meet me
Stress no man I command general god speed see I bleed in green mineral feed off beats carnavour
At the carnival proceed non stop action the arsenal
Chours 2x
Mic check one two keeping it green I got the green flu
Watch what the green god do bring forth the light that's the green in you
Second Verse
It's not hard for the green god maintain your small frame I'm x-Large
Charge the game wit interest you offended
Press the wax up DJS would blended
fast pace gotta slime face sour fight the power lime based
Place that mic on a stand by don't touch burn up you deep fried
Cried over rap I can say that who next text battle rap in all caps
Stats gon build my brand so hands up dj scratch more dandruff
Built like tonka tough the club bonkers rock from Germany to Yonkers
Hot like winter parkas paint the town green then take your markers
Darker shades of a green dart hit your hart make your ark lean
Chours 2x
Mic check one two keeping it green I got the green flu
Watch what the green god do bring forth the light that's the green in you
Bridge
Its not hard for the green god
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5. |
Fighting Formats
03:45
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First Verse
I was at home real stoned
Beats headphones trapped in rap my zone
Hip hop feel so exciting i heard a noise and it sound like boys fighting
Bang, crash, boom glass hit the Floor it came from the next room
I walk in cd talking wax spin around tape start hawking
Must be a dream I'm high 2 blunts 2 the head I'm fried
Wax said I was here first cd try to dis me he be the worst
Said I'm washed up fuck those turns ask tape we got cd to burn
Tape said wait I came after wax new format your disc is compact
Back the hell up you lucked up cds cheap to make up now what
Scratch on wax I was there's when it started
Jam wit cool herc biz got retorted
Jump bad try to play live 33 lp I got the 45,
Don't flinch , 7 inch by far kill with cd they ninja stars
Chorus
Wax tape cd
Analog digital mp3
Wax tape cd
Analog digital mp3
Physical is format is typical
Make the boom bap
Do that I'm feeling you
Wax tape cd
Analog digital mp3
2nd verse
Cd got upset told tape just stop, old cassettes don't last ya pop
you old school must believe this
One playback and then you just hiss
Wax said don't attack tape you evil, CD I'm a stab you with a needle
I'll fix ya get mixer he go Back & forth got no time to dis ya
I jumped in said yall buggin wax said fall back I'm a start thuging
Cd wanna cause racket Roll my sleeve up tape hold my jacket
I backed up wax made threats tape so wait ill get more cassettes
Let it go down I can't mic wanna jump in so I got amp
Tempo let me let you know they fight all night they act like rascals
Excuse me just wanna ask you You need to play us you past due
Live in stereo bet the flow get hot green like jalapeño
Told them lets make a deal cd said I'm sorry
for real I don't wanna scrap with tape I'm mad mp3 are so fake
Take my format im Physical MP3 said Fuck ya I'm killing you
Think I'm a link no press I make more cost less No wait, upload,
zip file your format is quite old
Chorus
Wax tape cd
Analog digital mp3
Wax tape cd
Analog digital mp3
Physical is format is typical
Make the boom bap
Do that I'm feeling you
Wax tape cd
Analog digital mp3
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7. |
The Beat Bounce
03:20
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First Verse
This not jazz ma tazz
Add sax to the track ill jazz your ass
Ill informed on the beat pad get mad
got your girl packing her knee pads
no fad I'm better don't pretend fast back spin fuzz on my chin
Swim for the border slaughter a herb self serve you deserve new rap order More the merrier we scarier full press
make it a test on your barrier
Inferior flow I don't know Disco inferno my style superior
My era so better In all ways before rap cheddar those days
Pee wee dance for the song treat the track like glee song
Born to do this I new this Green blood flood
Veins in my blue wrist
Love for the fans they made me
Took the time out to play me
Chorus
Turn it up let the beat bounce
hear that sound that the beat bounce
Clap your hands for the beat bounce
Make you dance that's the beat bounce
the beat bounce
the beat bounce
Hit the dance floor show out
the beat bounce
the beat bounce
Rock the party no doubt
Second Verse
What you know about the gong show the muppet babies and gonzo
Cereal fill the bowl battle star galac threw black holes
Can't afford flights on the concord yes you wireless I adore a mic cord
Benny hill felt on boobs rough ride beats so I need no lube
Dude 5 age on stage mental maze add pencil to page
Phase one keep it green day one just relax your eardrum
From the Bronx you can't come home of hip hop glorify the slums
Use to be fun it's violent might get wet no fire hydrant
Decide to dance if you like roll the blunts up pass the weed pipe
No fights 2 step I feel right Mic check
Dj drop the beat to hot to sit down get out your seat
Chorus
Turn it up let the beat bounce
hear that sound that the beat bounce
Clap your hands for the beat bounce
Make you dance that's the beat bounce
the beat bounce
the beat bounce
Hit the dance floor show out
the beat bounce
the beat bounce
Rock the party no doubt
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8. |
Preimmature
03:51
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First Verse
Sweet 16 body like 20
Watch love & hip hop think life funny
Honey don't slip money grip wanna hit get laid
So you stayed to get lit
Brain don't fit your body you a hottie you and
your crew at house party
car hopping plotting look for a man hold sweet hands go shopping
She to fast she to young she roll blunts up Cinnabuns
Permisquist it's dangerous innocence become spontaneous
Drunk passed out in a room like a old western Cowboy saloon
Goons try to run train on you, phone pics vid clip for the chew chew
Chorus
It's so hard to ignore live life fast it's pre immature
Think you grown you want
More live life fast it's pre immature
Don't play hard to the core live life fast it's pre immature
Make the right choice be sure
live life fast it's pre immature
Second Verse
He 16 dress kinda bummy
Always had less snot nose runny
good smart kid he got teased well mannered like thx you and please
Girls never spoke kids crack jokes put wood stick inside his bike spoke
They laugh call him a outcast hey dirty nerd
When they go pass
Jocks wanna stuff him in lockers
Daydreams in class cheerleader knockers
High school feel so cruel
Everyday get harassed smashed by dudes
Tired of being a victim long sleeves hide the cut on the skin
Blend of more stress mix with home
Sucicide note the gun to his dome
Chorus
It's so hard to ignore live life fast it's pre immature
Think you grown you want
More live life fast it's pre immature
Don't play hard to the core live life fast it's pre immature
Make the right choice be sure
live life fast it's pre immature
Third verse
She 15 he 18
Teenage love it's so such a sweet thing
talk about kids wedding rings then you fight about petty things
Kiss make up then breakup your phone excited he invited to ya home
Mom not there its clear he set first time sex without no protect
Lets fast forward 2 months young & pregnant dam it no front
wants a life that she never had 2 parent home mom & dad
Kids having kids that bad
Go get a job support the young lad
15 got knocked up play time over time to grow up
Chorus
It's so hard to ignore live life fast it's pre immature
Think you grown you want
More live life fast it's pre immature
Don't play hard to the core live life fast it's pre immature
Make the right choice be sure
live life fast it's pre immature
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9. |
Style Warz
03:03
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First Verse
Got me a krylon Rusto
Must go out and get my name up like rainbows
Fat spray cap black marker hit the highway
Wait till its darker
Graveyard shift train yard
My technique run Train guard
Click clack cans in my knack sack
Hit the wall bomb it I'm a do that
Clean gate can't wait later
Don't laugh I hit glass wit sand paper
Black book look like a art show took paint I ran fuck the barcode
Tag bz short for berserk
My girl all green just like Captain Kirk
Green weed hanky panky
Lots a dank I got fame like bansky
Chorus
Markers, Black books, Spray Cans
Markers, Black books, Spray Cans
Markers, Black books, Spray Cans
Graffiti, Street Art, Understand
Second Verse
Made markers erasers for tips cops chase us a
Wit silver bracelets
What a rush when I bust me a tag give pieces away like gift bags,
All love free no cheddar don't mind him he soft like bubble letters
All city roof top complete Ya lame try to spit on name beat street
Tag up my school desk I confess sketch a b-boy
Back of my test
Yes silver pilots & highlight Vamp life beat the sun run it twilight
Tight to the end I'll smash
You small thing fuck the king take castle
Paint wars tag on doors Pencil pen I stencil the floor
Graffiti apart of me you
A clown barnum & bailey Bee
Chorus
Markers, Black books, Spray Cans
Markers, Black books, Spray Cans
Markers, Black books, Spray Cans
Graffiti, Street Art, Understand
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10. |
Optimistic Thoughts
03:16
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First Verse
Enter you mentor won't go viral connect
the Internet without no fios
Ya bio stack by the pile kill sound tracks
I found the green mile
Now smile for the bad guy Ask why,
small task in my eyes
Let it die down I can't Amp ship the disc
post stamps
Ram the beat up a notch
fist pump make you Jump hop scotch
Watch ya boy I get ill
spill, flip my lid garbage pale
Deal or no deal rate your skill brand name you got fame no frills
Chill second verse up
Next cut mc's in half
card deck
Chorus 3 x
After thoughts of a optimist ask your this the question is if
Fiend for the green like a nicotine 5 stage mental maze you
no what I mean
Second Verse
If ya first album ever came out no it didn't I still got clout
my lp don't concern me,
I'm still, evil for eternity My old label pathetic
Escape the streets my life ghettonettics
Mental maze in my day
Im nice my advice you ok
Nappy assassin asking
Batman robin flavor to basking
Hello kitty Im witty
fuck Elmer Fudd I'm so gritty
Pitty the fool I'm old school drop heavy like Mr t Jews
Don't bother little shop of horror
8 feet deep you sleep I'm the Arthur
Rainy Monday it's a fun day got your
girl on top like a Sunday
green shoe laces tangle general
got more stripes than a bangle
Chorus 3 x
After thoughts of a optimist ask your this the question is if
Fiend for the green like a nicotine 5 stage mental maze you
no what I mean
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11. |
Keep It Green (Skit)
01:46
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Crate Diggers
03:41
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First Verse
Lets just reflect on this hip hop
Temp op flow unorthodox and what not
Good times JJ di-no-mite
Difficult to ride like clowns on little bikes
call number, bingo Peep the lingo
miss the fuggees my son like the migos
Down like ten toes you know
You a tad slow master chief call me halo
Check the meter cheat on divas
Blow like mentos in coke 2 litters
I'm rocking here stop & steer
try plotting Get shot threw your Roc a wear
Swear give me props now I'm a take it hurt you ego like when girl fake it Lay my life down border line order time profile
Your style is sort of mine
Stuck underground fuck a chart climb
Do that for the boom bap
Respect mine
chorus
Hip hop be my religion
Came from streets the beats we keep digging
Hip hop be my religion
Came from streets the beats we keep digging
I dig this you dig that
I dig this you dig that
I dig this you dig that
I got dope rhymes in
My back pack
Second Verse
No fronting press the like
Button let me do something did I say that
make things out of nothing
Hot like coffee get off me
no fee 6 in the morning at your door like ice t
Thought you was hardcore soft-more wrong door you not raw explore parts more spit lava the kid
Been proper admit keep shit sick like head doctors
got you open buck shots at your flat top
rap potion hood like white tee tank tops
Pass chronic
Mad face like onyx what the hell I miss big L Ebonics
Rap like fonto cool Like fonzo
Pack lead quick to dead the Head honcho
The mad hatter got a scatter gun scatter run
no matter get hung By your cummerbund
The hummer run on peanut oil quick draw McGraw the kick got recoil
what now raise your eyebrow don't hesitate eliminate hostiles
chorus
Hip hop be my religion
Came from streets the beats we keep digging
Hip hop be my religion
Came from streets the beats we keep digging
I dig this you dig that
I dig this you dig that
I dig this you dig that
I got dope rhymes in
My back pack
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TempopmeT Verse
Products of the street sold
Narcotics press turbo
Robo cop robotic
Toxic environment bent by the bench loose
Tighten you up
monkey wrench
Since I was young I played at kips bay packed at path mark stole from best way
Pray for the day green god be on top real serious fast & furious to watch
Block haters know the focus be greater, block vacant, move we taking it later
Know bargain target for the marks men one spark
Park your hearse kiss your coffin
Been by the project
Don't get lost project steps my first intercourse
Lost dice games the fortune fuck fame
Maintain rep my hood know my street name
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14. |
Green Bar
04:11
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Bridge 2x
It was written I was gonna legend
Pass the green bar no question
First verse
Question for the optimist they want first album where the disc
They stole it hold it for ransom
Hate the fact that I'm back and handsome
I was never your dam son
Matter fact I was the step one
Pause
I was getting stuck up with no gun
Broke & famous like a rap bum
They sum ain't adding up it's bad enough I duck handcuffs
Trust ain't given its earned burn me put the LP right in your earn learned y'all was cheating me beating me up
The staple the label heating me up
I was down you a no show from the concept down to the logo
Strange Never got the publishing I'm the man I got fans in Dublin
It's troubling but it's no threat new album I sold my old cassettes I raised in the projects pirates stay afloat we shipwreck
Chorus 2x
Truth in the booth the facts they wanna know temp op flow don't stop the green glow
Second verse
Pen pusher Doc Pepper girl getter think not, slip fingers thot zippers
Treat cats meet, the rap jack ripper Chris Paul with the ball I might clip ya
Ain't no sticking around
Chickens around
Og Vicking the town
Clip or around
Found your style is profound get at you mum - Rha mummy rap you
Act 2 roll credits, the god broke the mold can't wait to set it
ride beside the shotgun turn the mic on I'm spit till the cops come You a no show I'm Asshole What you holding I'm golden like Wonder Woman lasso Calico crack your shell
Taco you can't yell to tell paco
Plot so deep I creep I. the dark message got killed like Joan of arc
Spark the blunt & pass off
Turn this shit way up & blast off now
Chorus 2 x
Truth in the booth the facts they wanna know temp op flow don't stop the green glow
Bridge 2x
It was written I was gonna legend
Pass the green bar no question
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Chorus
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes represent the hip hop heads
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes
I'm still the loud mouth dread
First verse
Isn't it so beautiful you could vision it here it is on point like a pyramid
There it is new joint hope you hearing it
We live to max I'm the ultimate
Most fortunate hope you corporates can cope with it
Green Dutch in my clutch dope I'm a smoke with it
Never spoke of, what I joke of, broke fucked up & laid up that's not love
Shove all animosity If possibly
See I move with such speed & velocity
Remarkable I'm a gem stone got fly rhymes it high times its hemp poem
Kill all that tracks rock on spit hardcore you more like soft porn
Get Bimism mad izim eyes so red use no stencil just pencil lead
Chorus
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes represent the hip hop heads
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes
I'm still the loud mouth dread
Second verse
My hart fell in love with a art form
Pause
Excited for the mic my hands warm
Pause
Eager the fever to flow non believers could easily go
Show experts head nod till your
Neck hurt, green god out smart the network
Pause
The novelist rap octopus
Cause apocalypse keep shit lit what the topic is
Pause
Kids don't try this at home ignore I endure Summer's alone
Pause
Tone kinda harsh you garbage
Green army I sabotage your sergeant,
margin slim, bargain him back to the grill I smash your guard in
Wack mc's die don't ask why,
Shut your show down tie your sound guy
Pause
Certified street on beat life is a gamble handle this heat
Chorus
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes represent the hip hop heads
You can snap your fingers bop ya head people without shoes
I'm still the loud mouth dread
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People Without Shoes New York
People Without Shoes released his debut single “Green Shoe Laces” in 1994, on cassette and vinyl formats, receiving heavy
rotation on mainstream radio stations, praised by critics as a versatile emcee with unlimited flows, well crafted lyricism.
for more info contact r5420records@yahoo.com
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