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01. Heaven youth hell
02. Devils helper
03. Live W/Yo Self
04. Grassroots
HEAVEN YOUTH HELL
Drunkenstien:
da da da
Beastie Boys sample:
hold it now…
Tricky:
Cycle, someone gone
It’s like…
These kids are connective…
Crazy. these kids are crazy.
You think you’re in heaven —
D Pearson / G Isabell:
Yo i’m dreamin’
Bitches be screamin’ for my semen
Like hard on my 125 [?]
A mouth for luxuries, chickens can cluck to these
Better yet, we’d have to [?] these
Rhyme styles that i rock all night
Devote for the [?] turn barry white, my insight
Is far beyond the rhyme [?]
Soon to go [?]
I glide, hillfiguze homicide
Like europe i leave mc’s drivin on the right side
The ripper, no one’s hipper
Honey getter
Quick to put a [?] straight in yo shitter
Rhyme bitter, like styled strife
Layin’ min [?] buffs in back with wesley snipes
A buuncha kleptomaniacs
Fingers that sticky?
You ask what happen?
Hillfiguzes got tricky.
Tricky / Drunkenstien:
These sounds is like [?]
Kids are crazy, they’re crazy
You think you’re in heaven but…
D Pearson / G Isabell:
Lyrical meditaion
Styles be bangin’ like masturbation
So open yo ear to the ejaculation
Time flies and crime gods be makin moves
Leders of the underworld be baggin’ 2s
So fools lose
Why the l.a. [?] crews
Poppin’ [?]
Frontal ease w/ the honeys
Countin’ moneys,
A hillfiguze reppin’ in his 20s
The black [?] we pull cards on g.p.
General purpose, my surface is reality
Mob mentality is actualy the war pedigree
That sits me on the stool w/ the extra t’s — please
Down on yo knees or i’ll squeeze
[?]
You met defeat
The feedback is hardcore rap
Liscensed by hilfiguzes and tricky you never knew that
Tricky / Stike:
It’s like, [sumner cybercafe?]
fff… It’s like i’m connecting
These kids, crazy
You think you’re in heaven but youre really in hell [repeat till end]
Stike:
gonna check what’s comin’ next
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DEVILS HELPER
Tricky and Laveda Davis:
So what you gonna do?
It’s me that’s haunting you
It’s me you’ll have to face
On judgment day
Are you gonna give release
I’ll never let you rest in peace
Lookin forward to the end
It’s better we die friends
Have to cleanse my soul
Straight away your god
I can’t wait until you die
I can’t wait to meet you there
Organize the pain
Come ride on as the train
Organize the colors
The sweetest,there’s the others
On judgment day
Can’t wait to meet you there
You lie and so do I
You lie and so do I
On judgment day
So what you gonna do?
It’s me that’s haunting you
It’s me you’ll have to face
On judgment day
Are you gonna give release
I’ll never let you rest in peace
Lookin’ forward to the end
It’s better we die friends
Have to cleanse my soul
Straight away your god
I can’t wait until you die
I can’t wait to meet you there
Organize the hate
Let’s ride on as the train
Organize the colors
The sweetest,there’s the others
Judgment day, this judgment day
You lie and so do I
You lie and so do I
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LIVE W/YO SELF
Stephanie Cooke:
You go live with yourself
I’ll go live with myself
And it is me who has to live
With my self
Do you get an erection
When you look at your own reflection?
Try to analyze what you don’t understand
I play the devil and I play Christ
Cross dress and run with the rest
To the believers
They have no belief
They have no belief
I am the king’s mighty
Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
God forgive me,
God defend me yeah,
But instead of this oh,
He just bends me.
On the rhythm with your mind
My mind is out of shape and my body’s out of style
Throw me in the Nile
Like the kid in “Microphone”
Youknow, the one who can’t leave his style alone
You go live with yourself
I’ll go live with myself
But it is me who has to live
With myself.
You go live with yourself
I’ll go live with myself
But it is me who has to live
With myself.
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GRASSROOTS
Tricky:
Here we go again so tricky going flow again
Those chicken cluckers is fakin’ pumpin’ others
Others breed to sons and deform carnage
Disorder and you know we be bionic,
Skeezers make me paranoid smokin’ hydroponic,
Shutting down one half of my brain, paralyzes one side of my body,
Now in need of a walk–in chain of McDonald’s,
For those chicken cluckers whose fakin’ pumpin’ others,
Here we go again you know we know the flow again
Here we go again you know we know the flow again
Here we go again you know we know the flow again
Roberto Malary Jr.:
It’s the one–two–three on your mark get set go
I’m gonna show you how to flow
So take notes from a pro
Original is what best describes me i’m rough like
Football or hockey so don’t try to stop me
’Cause when i’m on the roll i’m rollin’ up with the crew
Rollin’ up, filling blunts and gettin’ drunk off the brews,
Showin’ mad skills like the Shaolin temple,
Not Kung–Fu but kickin’ styles from my mental,
My brain is overflowin’ with words and phrases,
And titles and concepts on how to catch wreck, ha!
I take my rhymes and my beats,make sure they fit perfect,
Like a glove so it can sound lovely but ah yeah I gotcha open,
I know I gotcha open like the weed that your smokin’
Once you start chokin’ — you’re provokin’,
Me to blow your rhymes out the frame so when a sucka’s walkin’ funny, ha!,
You know that i’m to blame because a slap is whatcha get,
I suppose more than a broken nose you catch about five toes.
Tricky:
Here we go again so tricky going flow again
Those chicken cluckers is fakin’ pumpin’ others
Mothers breed to sons and deform carnage
Disorder and you know we be bionic,
Skeezers make me paranoid smokin’ hydroponic,
Shutting down one half of my brain, paralyzes one side of my body,
Now in need of a walk–in chain of McDonald’s,
For those chicken cluckers whose fakin’ pumpin’ others,
Here we go again you know we know the flow again
Here we go again you know we know the flow again
Here we go again you know we know the flow again
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