1. |
Hip Hop Revival (Intro)
01:34
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Verse:
Rhyming, I pursue it; determined not to lose it
Words, spit it fluid; easy how I do it
Slang’s what I bruise with; true how the crew rip
Labels snatch your mind state, confuse, chop, and screw it
Bust tunes like Loose Ends, the reign, can’t stop it
Derm clear the ozone with classic raps that’s toxic
Dade is my birthplace, Tally’s the residence
Bless the gems, never hesitant to crush your testament
To wack rappers, I’m pestilence ‘cause they speak with irrelevance
Salute the best of men and women, then slaughter the rest of them
Focused on straight & narrow, refuse to miss a step again
Been through hell, but heaven sent; growing, and it’s evident
Venomous since my genesis, eminent ‘til my exodus
Running critics out this element ‘cause they’re credulous
Drop ‘em like the strongest pruno that gets the felons bent
‘Cause they’re the biggest detriment since the global deficit
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2. |
The Pursuit of Dopeness
03:39
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Hook:
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns
In the pursuit of dopeness
Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate
In the pursuit of dopeness
All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real
Verse One:
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen
DermDZL’s back to get it in ‘cause change is overdue like discipline
Emerge with tough skin; I’ve felt all the cuts and the scars
The system’s tried to keep me down, now I’m bucking it hard
Start it with a mic check, then I’ll kick it direct
Using eternal reflection that’s hi-tech
So, it’s a must that I wreck with proficiency
And, freak the type of jams to cure rap from its brain-cell deficiency
It’s an understatement just to say the skills be bossing
It’s known the presence hemmed is feared (HemisFear) like C-Arson
YouTube and TMZ flunkies declare they’re punkin’ crews
But, bring ‘em to the tombs, they’re be breaking more sweat than vixen chronicles
Dragging your tongues and couldn’t go the distance in this rhyme sport
Then, have the nerve to say I’m stuck in a time warp
The essence of my rhyme transcends beyond the future
Crushing barriers of cats that are stuck on stupid
Here’s a rough exclusive for minds inquiring on my beez and things
Been lodged in creative environments with kings and queens
Otherwise, I’m on a solo mission
Far removed from distractions and those malicious hoes and bitches
Jumping bad until they’re badly broken
All on Front Street lacking strength and balance, now they’re members (are) swollen
In the land of the soulless
Here’s a preservation of hard beats, rough rhymes, and the pursuit of dopeness
Hook:
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns
In the pursuit of dopeness
Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate
In the pursuit of dopeness
All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real
Verse Two:
Prose of power’s folding cowards; flows will tower over sour souls
That clown, provoke, and doubt us, though they bow to vocal prowess
Show ‘em how it’s going down in this field of young jocks
That say they’re real like gun shots; it’s pain they’ll feel like Ong Bak
You know the deal, we run spots
And, son mad crews when blacking out like Funk Doc
With the pen, I’ve been Sick-Wid-It (sick with it) since 40 Water had Levitti and Little Bruce
And, y’all don’t have no concentration, so we’ll drain y’all of your little juice
Y’all flaunt your papes and say that we don’t fit your mirage
And, never did shit to help this business evolve
These salty niggaz dissolve because they play demented when it’s only hate descended
Today, I’ll send it with nasty flavors blended
Now, what I say, I meant it; these fake rap sires
Are similar to flat tires with their satire
Grew past tired of these cream puff posers
Miami-born, throwing heat for lifetimes like grudge holders
Spit gifted and think bigger to make that long ride to success
And, miss disses from bitch niggaz going through post-modem depression
You lost the race ‘cause your bodies produce molasses
So, these poor excuses of solid authors are now reduced to ashes
Sending bad vibes just to cloud this visionary
But, a dart thrown at you would be your obituary
Diplomacy’s gone; I’m overthrowing known jerks
And, fuck your feelings, your chromosomes gon’ hurt, twerp
Hook:
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns
In the pursuit of dopeness
Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate
In the pursuit of dopeness
All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real
Yeeeeaaaahhhhh!!!
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3. |
Controversial
04:19
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Verse 1:
From the sidelines, you had some high hopes to cross me
But, on the spot, you’re facing your doom without an autopsy
With pure hate, I’m out hunting for the fakest ducks
In a world of war wounds, you’re a measly-ass paper cut
You should’ve stay in your rut
With the lotion and some tweezers and played with your nuts
Because you’ll feel that big, shiny blade up your butt
A friendly-acting snake-in-the-grass is dangerous as fuck
Explain to me something, how you live life with lies
Looking for heads to fry with evil plans you devise
So, it’s a must I sever ties because I spot danger from all angles
‘Cause familiar faces have changed to perfect strangers
Selling out for the gusto was your biggest downfall
Now, drop to your knees, feel the sweat from my biggity balls
‘Cause you’re calling for some new commandments, but are quicker to break them
Through your transparent skull, I can see that you’re faking
Straight up and down, your whole life is a contradiction
Building hype in this division, but too light for competition
Trying to show your brain is ill, or you tote that stainless steel
Just ‘cause you cuss and throw tantrums; that don’t make you real
Hook (2x):
This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business
But, y’all made it personal
So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too
Once I murk you fools throughout the verse, you’re through
Verse 2:
Hypocritical figures are quick to say I’m standing on thin waters
But, strolling on dark paths with dim aura
I’ll surely slaughter your character in 5-dimensional horrors
‘Cause you’ve cross these borders, a long way from your quarters
Maggots, leeches, and worms will complete your order
Fool, your wins remain lower than Laura
Yet, you show disdain for your peeps and hope that I would fold in pain
My third leg’s whipped out, giving you the golden rain
You thought you was top notch, now you’re sent to the hot spots
While you cock block, I’d rock knots
You sent pot shots, now you’re crying your heart out for repentance
Blaming it on controlled substances; you still can’t escape vengeance
‘Cause, where I’m aiming at is head, chest, and guts
Feel the low blow like war vets that’s stuck
You’re like Bush, starting shit you can’t properly finish
So, now, you and your progeny will be diminished
Before I close the final chapter
I’m ripping marks, then X-ing them out the spot because they’re no factor
Now, what I’d do to these exaggerating actors
Like Threats Pimp’s drug money, chop ‘em up and stuff ‘em in a mattress
Hook (2x):
This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business
But, y’all made it personal
So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too
Once I murk you fools throughout the verse, you’re through
Verse 3:
It’s funny how these powerless cowards hide behind their badges
To show authority and switch out in front of the masses
Testing the sickest nigga’s patience; it’s tragic
‘Cause, now, you’ll feel the sharpest sting since fuckin’ hoes raw in Black Magic
So, never ask why I don’t hide emotions
Y’all left no choice; just hear it in my voice from the roasting
That’s obscene, forcing me to go out of line
On the defensive side, crushing foes that out to shine
Now, with all due disrespect
My brutal force will have you hitting decks as sharp words split your neck
Separating cabeza from your spinal cord
Sweetest revenge is the most ferocious omnivore
There’s no love because you provoke extremities
So, foot to head will be the remedy ‘cause your bullshit’s offending me
It takes sense to see
That my gift of talent will curse all you motherfuckers like the Kennedys
H-E-double hockey sticks is where I’m sending these
Blasphemous serpents with unscrupulous tendencies
Never friends, always my enemies
I constantly clash with like those Titans from Tennessee
Putting me on Front Street as if you’re bad and mean
But, once you go home, it’s a totally drastic scene
Feeling the worst wrath from your better half
One wrong move, suffer their pestilent epitaphs
So, fuck you, your rules, your clique, your strife, your game
Your whips, your chains, your status, your life, your name
After the maggots goggle up your brain
You’ll be meeting up with Kurt Cobain
Now, suck on that, bitch!!!
Hook:
This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business
But, y’all made it personal
So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too
Once I *explosion*
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4. |
Unconditional Hate
03:20
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Verse One:
Yeah! It’s true you can’t choose your blood relation, but you can choose your association
With no shame or trepidation
Despite the time and distance, I never missed chances
To preserve the family tree, but niggaz (have) clipped branches
Too many slick tactics
Will make your skin crawl like mentioning Christ while full off that Atheist’s Passion
Show nothing but love, they’re yelling Abracadabra
Reappear just to extend some havoc and madness
Emerge with cruel intentions from dwelling with Hell’s demons
With no concern for your well-being, serving game like Will Beaman
My sense is strong, so I smell scheming
Guards are up, now I’m forever cautious of the tall tales streaming
Once they touch your ears, it’s irritating like lice and scabs
‘Til I depart from these parasites and crabs
For emotional cleanse, feeling vibes through the laptop
I’m ruling out reunions ‘cause all you see is jackpot
Dance around questions; becoming nothing more than an opportunist
That’s trying to play me like a mental eunuch
Now that I’ve grown before your human sight
My generosity is not up for sale; you’re not gaining exclusive rights
Before, I would’ve blown a fuse, got loose, and start illin’
Instead, I’ll just remove y’all from my dealings
Trust is desecrated; I’m sure the rest would hate
The fact I’m fit to Joe Clark y’all niggaz ‘til y’all (are) expurgated
Hook (2x):
Heart’s frozen ‘cause once I count the days that go by
Fangs are hidden by the snakes in disguise
Selected love has me showing unconditional hate for these guys
Because *I sense the shifty ways in their eyes*
Verse Two:
Didn’t want to have to come to this; as I strive to maintain cool in my circumference
Niggaz stay pushing their lucks, I’m like “enough of this”
Pass me with those kiddie games like Snuffleupagus
But, conflict seems to be your chief comforter
You’re thrilled until I rough you up: man, child, and woman
‘Cause evils kept you damn foul and ig’nant (ignorant)
I tried to enhance the bond, but your hatred has risen
As you poison gullible brains to show favoritism
Forever third string to fake pimps and sworn spitters
‘Cause, not only was you born bitter, you’re a scorned quitter
We fight to keep it straight, but with these crooks in the field
We can’t grow ‘cause we always end up footing your bill
Can’t go a day without your sob stories crammed in our noggins
We’re in a bind, we’re on our own; but, if it’s you, it’s a family problem
Hypocrites tossing beef from the pan
Get fricasseed in the kitchen ‘cause it’s the heat you can’t stand
Y’all spaz with no cares, y’all say, “we’re trying to make a man of him”
I spaz with a vengeance, I’m told I need anger management
Praying to God that I don’t make y’all panic
Even Hell wants ice water, y’all wish(es) ain’t granted, dammit!!!
They might as well prescribe me pills
‘Cause I’m playing tug-of-war between keeping composure and keeping it real
Who needs foes when your kinfolk oppress the ones they need most?
Now, scripts are flipped like kilos
For the intended targets, this track was made to rip up your spot
It’s said that love’s thick as mud; sometimes, it ain’t worth the piss in the spot
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5. |
Throwin' Shades
03:52
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Verse One:
It’s like, each time a forum is opened to show talent
There’s a crab nigga doubting your talent to throw you off your balance
Irritation’s visible like sole callus
Once my cold stare gives you nightmares, you’re screaming, “No Malice”
Like Pusha-T’s brother, I’ll crush your credentials
To keep from getting roasted, save the jokes and riddles for Comedy Central
To you, my process is mysterious
To the point where niggaz wonder if I meet the criteria
Of spittin’; I’ll get raw on you for acting delirious
With many years of experience, this skill trade is serious
Serve a word, I’ll perfect it; superb once connected
While local fools neglect it, overseas respect it
On the spot, I’m shutting down your dissidents
Through sickening prose, I’m riveting like Rosemary’s babies’ christening
The sun (son) shines the brightest, y’all hardly sparking and glistening
To the forefront, I’d breed life with no ghostwriter’s assistance
My intellect alone reigns prominence
As passion meets confidence, this mind state is opulent
Word to Ras, you muhfuggaz should’ve stayed anonymous
Your ignorance gon’ break you niggaz like political promises
Stunt like you’re the Don of this grind and grit
Loud sparks about your dominance just tells me that you’re not equipped
Blocking’s just gon’ get you fake piranhas ripped in this metropolis
Though you pop your lips, you ain’t stopping shit
Hook (2x):
We crash your parties ‘cause you’re pissing on parades
Trying to call it tough love when you’re really throwing shades
It’s not my fault you’re too scared to shine
Now, mind your own business and let me take care of mine
Verse Two:
With bone-headed moves, there’s no denying the fact
Y’all like The First 48, when one slips, everybody get cracked
Provoke hidden threats, but cry when attacked
Getting bent off that liquid courage, but moving like they’re supplying you smack
Then you ride the bozack as you set your eyes on the stats
To find a space among these artists’ contacts
Bandwagoners are barred for their acts
Now, I know the feeling when queens kill the myth that all girlies do is lie on their backs
Then, names go bad in shame; nomads remain so wrapped in fame
My flows smash while lames get toe-tagged
Then, grave’s your next turf ‘cause you uttered your disrespectful excerpts
Bird chest plus hot lead equals a wet shirt
I bet jerks will think twice before they misconstrue the word network (Nettwerk)
Maybe, y’all will learn something from experts
Plus, niggaz get too hyped ‘til they start spoiling your night
Out of spite, violate your human rights to pick a fight
With much strife, you lose your life and leave a widow in the night
Another mystery of life; can’t forget these business sites
With that Iago Complex, poisoning your mental
From the snakes, your hard work loses value like a shitty Pinto
A Judas runs your business, morals get stripped
As for raises and bonuses, cancel Christmas
The bullshit will make you want to put niggaz to death by stoning
When bad seeds rule, expect a grand closing
Hook (5x):
We crash your parties ‘cause you’re pissing on parades
Trying to call it tough love when you’re really throwing shades
It’s not my fault you’re too scared to shine
Now, mind your own business and let me take care of mine
Mind your own business and let me take care of mine
Mind your own business and let me take care of mine
Yeeeaaahhhh!
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6. |
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Hook:
We can move with class, or we can go the thuggish route
Before you run your mouth, just stop and see what I’m about
To remove your doubts, you’ll feel the truth I’m bringing out
And, quit pouting like you’re stuck with pain from a gout
Verse One (C-Red):
They open their views on females with Fallopian tubes
But I never give ‘em anything they hope to extrude
Open this food for thought and get a dose of this crude
And I'll be gassin’ anybody who's insultin’ the crew
True...they expect me to rap of flowers and men
But power's in pens, reflecting through nostalgia and sin
The talented win...on occasion
Cuz if you ask who runs the stations it's the unamazing
A hunned cases when they tell me I'm they favorite femcee
I'm slavin’ plenty over mics and any pages empty
In my pad and if I add I gotta make it, simply
‘Cause God gave me a gift, and so I thank Him with the praises we lift
So I hope I get you maybe to shift and see this southern belle does it well
See I'm the ish but it doesn't smell
I got some homies in the grave and some cousins jailed
Making music because I love it although it doesn't sell
I wish that I could rock a mic for a living
Since I'm a chick who really spits I see ‘em hyped that I'm different
Instead I'm studyin’ at night and folks dislike that decision
But I wanna have the knowledge for the heights I envision
So you can...hate it or love it, homie bump it or dump it
Spittin’ harder than these dudes while rockin’ pumps or a sundress
‘Cause the way that you perceive me, believe me, and even half of me
Salute the kings and queens, and just address me as your majesty
Hook (2x):
We can move with class, or we can go the thuggish route
Before you run your mouth, just stop and see what I’m about
To remove your doubts, you’ll feel the truth I’m bringing out
And, quit pouting like you’re stuck with pain from a gout
Verse Two (Dermo):
Fiery eyes are piercing through these cynics’ twisted methods
Ripping through the problem’s root that’s spawning a disconnection
Slimy prejudice erupts from their wretched ignorance
But, a stone face will have their nerves shivering
Wise to the facts; I understand it takes knowledge to build
Form an army, but your squadron ain’t real
Regardless of skill, niggaz feel that your worth comes from the gutter
Killing your blood like antifreeze injections and laced blunts from your brother
Combating stereotypes that get you shunned like no other
A nut equipped with education, fuckers (are) running for cover
Stunned, so they wonder if I’m pissed enough to shove guns in their mothers
No love taps; now, they’re struck by the thunder
Heard enough from my younger years when shots are thrown with hostile tones
They say, “The only way that positivity reigns is through gospel songs
Picket signs and the hand holding”
Like bad poker games and figure four, your plan’s folding
Even though it takes a brick-wall mission to warn you
Unfair verdicts can turn the biggest saint into Christopher Dorner
Easily influenced; can’t hide the spot from your side
As common sense escapes from your soul, body, and mind
So, I’ll avoid the yogurt-brained moves y’all (are) prone to
And, remind y’all fools ‘bout some of the shit I won’t do
I don’t use, misuse, abuse, or push narcotic poison
Or, support dozens of pigs from the 30 bringing the boys in
With dirty antics, or knock down elderly women
Or, start unfinished wars with clumsy rebellion descending
Or, believe there’s not a single cure for STD’s
Or, even ride with babies toting M-16’s
Or, enter expiration dates on infinite love
Or, treat marriage like competitions with incompetent scrubs
Or, keep a sour mood once information’s devoured
I’m Helping Innovative Presence Haunt Oppressive Powers (HIP HOP)
Therefore, save the drama and don’t try me like Stymie
When using faulty perceptions to define me
Therefore, save the drama and don’t try me like Stymie
When using faulty perceptions to define me
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7. |
Behind The Smile
03:12
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Verse One:
Rough upbringings will turn a choir boy into a tough drug king
Or, a gruff gunslinger in the bust slug business
And, the fucks? None’s given
Lack of self-improvement’s got enough thugs slipping
Gained knowledge, but lost grips
Trapped in the corner by these opposing forces
During drunken nights, some praise the God made of porcelain
Pleasure’s changed to pain as you release sharp drips
Stone-faced ‘cause you dropped emotional guards; she pulled that prank on you
As you gave Medusa Head until she put that stank on you (Stankonia)
Outcasts (OutKasts) draw the black irons (Blak Irons) for major bank, homie
Just to pledge allegiance to line snorters and dank smokers
Once the doubt fills your brain, hope and dreams remain broken
Then, niggaz plot to block escape routes and drain focus
But, when 13 o’clock hits, we stay woke
And, recognize game played on society like notes by Beethoven
Hook:
Behind the smile hides the elements of grief
Low self-esteem and everlasting beef
Leave a mess and lose the sense you’re blessed with
Before you reach that dead end, you turn reckless
It’s hectic in the urban life
Verse Two:
Blinded by the lust for dollars like Creflo
Heads know the lies can have you railroaded in hellholes
To make sure your future’s scarred, they keep them prison cells opened
Self-loathing seek relief through outer shell coating
‘Cause they overlook the beauty within
Just to find love, they sacrifice the booty and trim
We’re in the days where peasants are blessed and ancestors (are) neglected
These devils censor your message and bring stress to your presence
Laundry’s aired on social media, loud and rude with bravery
But, can’t escape the Hell from psychology slavery
Your house is like a cult, it sends your guidance through convulsions
Plus, it’s not the Lord’s wrath, they fear social expulsion
Lost counts on the days that you cried
‘Cause, like a bad conk, you’re fried, died (dyed), and laid to the side
Sheeyit, make all the grades, you’ll still get it the worst
As you lost time for checks with no credit or worth
Hook:
Behind the smile hides the elements of grief
Low self-esteem and everlasting beef
Leave a mess and lose the sense you’re blessed with
Before you reach that dead end, you turn reckless
It’s hectic in the urban life
Verse Three:
Some ask, how can you be granted serenity
When the body’s held in captivity for the next few centuries?
Blindsided by political treachery
The schoolhouse is now a graveyard for lost memories
The foul stench is overpowering the planet ‘cause the evil’s brewing
Inviting humans to ruins
With these shadetree leaders, you’ll never know your purpose
And, to top it off, the elders are slaves to social services
Hook:
Behind the smile hides the elements of grief
Low self-esteem and everlasting beef
Leave a mess and lose the sense you’re blessed with
Before you reach that dead end, you turn reckless
It’s hectic in the urban life
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8. |
Mic Broke
03:44
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Yeah! Derm D, Golden B, in your era, bringing that terror. To all your crabs out there spitting that nonsense: we’re scare you rappers like bomb threats. Yo, check it out! This (is) how we break microphones, ungh!!!
Verse One:
The soul within my bars will snatch you, so as I restart this chapter
My legacy starts to capture your spirit like martyred pastors
The impact from my passion will get you artists fractured
Surgical with the pen, creating art with the sharpest scalpel
Fuck that!!! My terror reigns when painting these guillotine portraits
Drop lungs like antihistamine tortures, verses with power are killing your barking
Crybabies act saltier than tour whores
So, babality’s ridding this planet of test tube warlords
I’m fit for this tactic of vicious attacking with venom I’m packing
Swiftly thrashing these sensitive rappers
Raising trebles to call bluffs, but figured out they’re all small talks
With your sugary memes, save your sweet nothings for Hallmark
And, after your shallow homies serve bad bolognas
You big dogs are reduced to rubbish and crumbs like alimony
Nigga, your status (are) only worth less than a Facebook bitch fit
So, from this Rap district, you’re dismissed
(Scratches by DJ Fumo)
Verse Two:
Derm Diz brings total kaos like Dr. Death’s revival
Ducks preach for peace now; before, they’re suicidal
Don’t ask for love; that gets you no points like tennis tournaments
Getting cocky out of your element leaves you torn to bits
You really want to start whylin’
Turn you so-called Deebo niggaz into Archback Palace
Since you played wrong, it won’t take long to run you out
Y’all bastards are wastes of flesh dripping from your mothers’ mouths
‘Cause y’all refused to go straighter then perms in beauty parlors
Proved to be three times the loser like Tiffany Pollard
Confusion’s disorganized; rep’s in the Earth’s soil
So, stress me, I’ll crush, kill, and destroy you
Making scenes with malarkeys like you’re a big threat
You’re better off feeling the wrath of Rev, Sway, and King Tech
Once it’s known you played yourself like Jeru
I’ll ripped through your domes like Dominique LaRue, then you’re through
Blaaaooooooowwwwww!!!!!
(Scratches by DJ Fumo)
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9. |
Free Verse (Interlude)
01:03
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Verse:
Yo, I’ll unleash the strategy
To help the team turn their dreams into reality
Rejection’s cool, but, then, you followed it with insults and slander
Acting like your existence is greater than Alexander
Scrambled thoughts result in mixed feelings
When you shun small investments, but (are) pulling scams, looking for big dealings
Set out to doubt and block me
Strive for success, them dummies say you sold your soul to the Illuminati
Weed heads and flunkies yap about business, but got shit for brains
Hoping I’d develop amnesia the moment they get to switching lanes
My five fingers speak volumes on mugs like Ricky James
Plus, your very words will hunt you punks worse than your porn and stripping days
I’ll rip your name when inflicting pain
You’re quick to blame and give lectures of the sickest days when we was in whips and chains
Ungh!!! Your main thing is bluffing
A sugar daddy with minimum wage, but a king of nothing, nigga!!!
Don’t play with it, boy!!!!!
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10. |
Reality Check
04:18
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Hook:
(To all you bridge burners) Get a reality check
(To all you fucking sellouts) Get a reality check
(To baby mamas with the dramas) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
Verse One:
It’s now confirmed, Derm has reasons to burn
These little stupid ass niggaz who ain’t willing to learn
I know in life, for success is what we yearn
But, some of y’all want to act up when it’s our turn
To shoot for the same shit y’all getting
Instead of helping, y’all knock us down ‘cause y’all feel threatened
Since, nowadays, y’all feel the need to be evil
And, to think, we went to school with the same type of people
When y’all see success, y’all look for feelings to hurt
‘Cause y’all think y’all the world, and we’re the rocks in the dirt
Look down on your folks with attitude, so, to make our tempers boil
Y’all spit, shit, and piss on the soil
When we see success, though, y’all whole aim is to sabotage
Emotions with ego that are camouflaged
To down talk your own kind with no damn clout
Then, walk around with sad faces and your hands out
Now, y’all want to go the Angela Lans(berry) route
In the world of dirty ditches, I’ll throw the rusty pans out
But, who I’m so ready to put on blast
These cum-struck numb nuts that brush you off for fame that don’t last
No longer than your roster’s career
You drop your shit, then find it snapped in half and tossed to the rear
Stripped your pride as if your cherry’s getting popped in the tiers
Or, shatter hopes like your demo you’ve been shopping for years, fool
Hook:
(To idol worshipping snitches) Get a reality check
(To niggaz selling souls for riches) Get a reality check
(To all you slimy politicians) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(To all you child molesting priests) Get a reality check
(The crooked ass pastors) Get a reality check
(Society’s smoke blowers) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
Verse Two:
Quite frankly, I don’t need the media to burn your rep
While you suck cock for fame, I come correct and earn respect
When on my grind, I gets down to the gristle with my grit
I hear you so-called kings lying, but miss me with that shit
Stick-figured niggaz think they’re steel get broke in two
Pray your hardest for my downfall, the joke’s on you
You jack-offs that do shit but slack off
Little nigga, big head, think hard, and act soft
Now, what possessed you to crawl up out the trash with your dump
Just to face the fact you never had a chance from the jump-start
Yelling, “Touche”! Should’ve stayed on guard
But, since you brought your junk art, you’ll see yourself bombarded
By the ones who were once consuming your product
You say you don’t need ‘em ‘cause you feel that you’re hotter
And larger than the lives of most prima donnas
‘Til you find out your shit is a joke, then see karma
Bustin’ through that front door like suicidal Unabombers
Crash head-on like a Lexus by a Tonka
Look, homie! Either cut the crap
Or, treat this shit like a Dave Chappelle sign, “It’s A Wrap”
The peeps you dogged out will cast you out with the quickness
All the money in the world won’t buy you a heart or forgiveness
Now, this shit might pose as a threat
Before you start popping shit, get a reality check, nigga
Hook:
(To all you sorry freeloaders) Get a reality check
(No-good hand biters) Get a reality check
(Disrespect the next man’s faith) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(Pussies step without caution) Get a reality check
(The major corporations) Get a reality check
(Shady concert promoters) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(Viacom and Clear Channel) Get a reality check
(The crooked governments) Get a reality check
(Suckaz neglecting kids) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(To all you flagrant ass smoochers) Get a reality check
(Wack artists crying over sales)Get a reality check
(Fuckers killing over bullshit) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(To ungrateful ass lovers) Get a reality check
(Niggaz slacking on their grinds) Get a reality check
(Throwing shades on new success stories) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(Industries with no diversity) Get a reality check
(Salty dudes stalking pages) Get a reality check
(Close-minded idiots) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
And, whoever else get offended by this track. It’s about time y’all get a reality check. Oh, I’m not the only one that feels this way. Take a look around you. Okay? Now, look in the mirror, you bitches!!!
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Hook (4x):
We evolve; we evolve
Verse One (Dermo):
We have reflections over reckless moments
Through the metronomes, we’re ruling out depressing omens as we keep that message golden
Learning and living, blocking leeches that neglect their onus
And, make it a point to keep ‘em from putting that pressure on us
Exercise the nerves with Muhammad and Jesus’ lessons
Tough from war survivals while the cheaters sought an easy exit
Retreat to pity trails like ballers from their sleazy exes
Living through the social media with all the greasy flexing
‘Til their respects (are) like that of a bombed slum
Nowadays, I’m out to beat defeat harder than Tom drums
Success is the medicine, but ignorance is set to 10
When they tell you you’re not set for this, so you better get
From the horse’s mouth, you’ll get the cold hard truth that shoots down brash sentiments
I’m stepping with clear sentences that fly beyond the gibberish
Raised in villages where crooks ruling the pillaging
Though, music is my pilgrimage
Fill these loose leafs with soul, spilling it
Multiplied by the rush of adrenaline, steady killing it
Bitch, I refuse to fall; I reign in my lane
Swiftly pushing pens to break the ball and chain from my brain
For instance, wiping slates clean, changing up the scenes
Eliminating tumors, rearranging my regime
Like coaches, nurses, and scholars replacing all the fiends
Or, like the stars with the realities they’re tasting from their dreams
Like street rebels and orphans after they surpass strife
Or, like former sinners moving far away from their past vices
The best solution in an era that’s forever gruesome
Is evolution!!! (Talk to ‘em)
Hook (4x):
We evolve; we evolve (Talk to ‘em)
Verse Two (Blak Iron):
Took me forever to write a flow down; they told me slow down
We all get excited, but don’t get grown now
Only a matter of tick tocks before we shut these shows down
Gather three of the greatest; don’t contemplate what you know now
Stick to the clichés of the script and directors tell you
Never stray away from the plan, understand that you’re special
100 hand slap, nigga, that’s the special
Told Jeff I dare a nigga to come test you
Try my brother, and I’ll make sure God bless you
A tissue won’t help you; sneeze the wrong way, you’ll need a vested suit
Positive vibes and women friend all in my area
Level-headed college kids with no hysteria
Vocabulary extensive whenever I pad and pen it
I’m upper class like the Senate, Blak Iron’s so president-ed
My flows (are) so unprecedented; make sense of the 5 percentage
Remodel what I invented, and if I said it, I meant it
Hook (4x):
We evolve; we evolve (Talk to ‘em)
Verse Three (Nate Nattz):
Climbed out of the soup primordial
From whence sprouted all the cardinals and ordinals
Orioles Baltimore, torus like an apple core
Been askin’, who's your friend since the middle passage corridor
Gotta move forward if we’re stuck on this floor
This tenement of temperament should never have a boarder war
Hey, Arnold; hey, Gerald; hey, Harold
Parts of my childhood to learn lessons of a hero
Never blink twice at the media scarecrow
They just wanna hinder, turn your compass arrow
Back on this bender with my eye on the sparrow
My thoughts in the center, growth and adventure
Return to the sender and inventor of this harrowed
Tale American like feivel gone west for survival
But, return to the eastern for wisdom unrivaled
Divulge the data in the diptych triptych trifolds
Cryptic ancient, but relevant
Nay prevalent room elephant
In memory capacity, pathways through the mind so organic
A Taoist with the prowess, working on the mechanics
Advancing in evolution towards the absolution
And, hoping that I left at least a little contribution
Beyond MLA, and typing up the conclusion
More towards destroying disillusionment
And, moving with a smoothness that belies the size
And, besides the prize that most have devised
I resize the eyes and reply to lies
As recent as five ticks decent
On MSNBC/MSN Message
Instant in seconds that reties the lines
And define the times as beehive in mind
Collective in hind sight foresight is blind
But, delight the light and you shall see
The best path that is laid out in front of thee
Mine is spittin’ these raps so PC
And, lighting my lantern green like DC
This life is comic as a Marvel page
When you understand were all the same at the larval stage
Bipedals all crawled as a fetal
And, swam like tadpoles when sperming through the urethra
And why'd the chicken cross the road to the raptor
Or, is that vice versa; the after was tragic
Jurassic cretaceous Mesozoic creation
The basis the formless the faceless amazing
Back when the more was one with the less
And, as time proceeds I seek to progress
To do what I can and have no regrets
The rest of my life from this verse with Jeff bless
Hook (16x):
We evolve; we evolve (Talk to ‘em)
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Verse:
Every day, we elude that spot in the loser’s box
And, hope to see some sunny days when the music stops
A turn of events can knock you off guard with great sorrow
Live life to the fullest ‘cause you’re not guaranteed tomorrow
Received disturbing calls, then the clouds get dark
‘Cause we were served the words that drowned out the loudest barks
And, turned our worlds into black & white like Groucho Marx
Bad news can break our inner peace and pound out hearts
Straight up, voice of reason tells you life is fragile and precious
But, the worst fear would be the unknown; so, through the mess
The pressure’s got us questioning our code of ethics
With the urge to set trip, make that Tec spit, and flesh would get ripped
Situations might get hectic, but, still, count your blessings
As tragedy can make us put things in perspective
Mainly with the thoughts of you taking that spiritual ride
We’d cherish every waking moment on the physical side
You’ll feel the Love like Faizon, though Satan plot to disturb the spirit like raped blondes
Now, he’ll get dropped like Rae Dawn
In Color Purple for the stray harm he wants us to take on
But, as the day comes, we prove that they’re wrong
‘Cause we stayed strong like A-Bombs with great psalms that saved son
Through the maze, Mom stayed calm in the trial they make hard
Your divine soul felt Hell, but you’ve extinguished that blazing fire
Your existence by itself is a major triumph
It’s living proof you’re here for a higher purpose
As the vital impulse above this lively surface
Among sisters and brothers, you’re headstrong like Jeremiah Mercer
As the reaper tries to curse you
Got to defy the odds and fly through hurdles; change pain into a fighter’s virtue
Salute to the survivor’s circle
You’re unbreakable!!!
(Words from J. See)
Peace. This is J. See from the West Wing and The Underground Railroad on WVFS at 89.7 FM. I’m here to let you know, you can be in the darkness. But, best believe, you WILL come back into the light. I did… Let love be a fuel that guides you on this path, and please know that we’re all put here to serve a purpose. And nothing, NOTHING, will stop you until you serve it, and execute it, and give thanks to The Father. Peace and blessings on your path and your quest….
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Verse One (Dermo):
Take eternal strolls, questing for roots that are stolen
After the book is open, you’ll find the scrolls that are golden
To the heart, it stays the closest, though devils stoop to their lowest
As they shipped us across the oceans with chains to keep us broken
History’s never frozen, from Africa to Rosewood
From Kunta to Roka, then Kool Herc to Oprah
Laziness is verboten, will power is potent
And, many heads approach the spot, but few is chosen
Now, I’m Getting Goals Accomplished
As we close our black fists, you’re witness the strength of a united explosion
Verse Two (Enigma Sept):
Here we go again, rock the boat again
Rock the vote again and then start to marchin'
But where does it lead, and when does it end
And when do we break, and when do we bend
And do we stay true to self, or do we blend in
I’m no immigrant, but I still feel alien
Am I African or am I American
Chicken or the egg, where do I begin
Start with less hate, come and show me love
I am no saint, damn sho ain’t no thug
But you wouldn’t know by the images created
By the media, got my folks sedated
Sit-ins and marching, that there is outdated
For real change, need to be more creative
Think outside the box; ballot sly as a fox
News blues gotta stop; rockin' the mic just to be hot
But I guess that just what happens
Helpin' with the shacklin' of my brethren just by rappin'
Verse Three (MERC):
I let my soul march, I'm no Humphrey Bogart
I'm a Black man who loves break beats and Mozart
I float arks know a thing about so dark
The future so dark like hitting ten on a go kart
In the middle of the night, I give you vitals when I write
I know that's country but I offer this little advice
We trading Skittles for our life; she makes it wiggle for a price
They say that tickles 'cause they laugh at your little device
You call iPads; ask me why am I sad
'Cause I be in the PJ's; you be in a fly pad
They both Crips and Bloods, red and blue when they fly flags
White in the middle, but you wonder why the lies add
Up; move your Chucks if you buck
Put your soles down then you pick your soles up
You can't let Martin Lufer Kang be the crutch
New leaders stand up, new leaders stand up
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Reign
04:11
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Hook (4x):
Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign
With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame
Verse One:
Open sesame to masterpieces
That’ll reach the major heights through bass and trebles made to blast your speakers
Change your playlist if it’s the wack you’re seeking
Even with your gold and platinum plaques, I’ll leak these lyrics to surpass these weak links
Plus, it’s your ass I’m beating
Y’all niggaz boast like Billy Bad(ass), but creep with more caution than those contracts y’all breaching
The pressure from the savage beastin’
Like the thoughts of psychos running trains in your wife, will have your cabbage leaking
Vocal eruptions change your melons to geysers
Dismiss those yes-men in your corner; seek some better advisors
‘Cause with pure deceit, they tippy toe into the den to spray
But, I’m that cure sent to slay foes descending plagues among a crew of renegades
From the position y’all never played
It’s best the enemy the enemy skate from center stage ‘cause I’ma end your days like lead exchange
This universal sound’s too crazy
For niggaz that never move beyond their bedroom radius
Hook (4x):
Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign
With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame
Verse Two:
No joke when I flex on hits
Suckaz trying to step to this is like prom queens getting raped by some exorcists
Since that shit you’re fetching us done turned me to a pessimist
My emblem of torture’s etched in heads like neglected kids
Preparing for wins on you bitches when pimpin’ the pen
Your hype don’t mean shit ‘cause your buzz died like Jeremy Lin
Your world looks eerily grim (I’ll make stupid killers grieving men)
The only Flavor your Unit possesses is sewer spillage seasoning
From the lab, you’ll feel the newer thriller sequencing
Packed with flows and patterns that is super ill to freak and bend
Release the gems to squeeze ‘em in
If niggaz plot to speak with sin will see their legion’s end
So, leave the trends for these Hollywood zombies
‘Cause these fierce notes obliterate your cockiest armies
‘80’s babies, ‘90’s teens, aeonic cyborgs
Supply raw through mic cords that bangs quite hard like Voce Lords
Hook (4x):
Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign
With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame
Verse Three:
Golden Beat Era & Dermo are storming with
Aggressive boom bap fused with rugged raps I’m sure to spit
Running through ‘em faster than those bears’ porridges
From amateur to pro level, I’m serving sickness to my death like Tommy Morrison
Shine on fools ignoring the hidden talent from Florida
Claim bodies in ciphers, one of my letters remains victorious
Write with bloody knives, the vocal booths will be the goriest
Been going the hardest since X-Clan yelled “Vanglorious”
That corny shit y’all scoring is what I’ll be snoring to
God emcees? Please… This congregation’s scorning you
Talk like you’re the hottest when you couldn’t even warm it up
Plus, you in the mix with us is like apples and oranges
Fuck nigga, I’m onto you
You should’ve took heed to the Surgeon General ‘cause he was warning you
That your dishonor is bad for lifelines; soon, your peeps will be pouring gin
The BIG penalty’s a sure shot you won’t be Born-Again
Hook (4x):
Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign
With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame
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