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1. |
Lazarus
01:56
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Introduction:
Lazarus, arise. Glory, the book of Lazarus.
[Chorus]
They knew I was coming back
Lazarus
They knew I was coming back
Lazarus Lazarus
They knew I was coming back
Lazarus
[Verse One]
They knew I was coming back
Was hoping I fell off
I gave em a couple years
Just to get it together before I would take off
I started embracing a new flow
I started to walk where the wolves go
Believing in self that's the god in me
You will not change what was written as prophecy
I'm the God Emcee
That's without a question
Battling me is like an easy death with
Praying for em
I'm praying for em
Got the garden's apple
And a box of rhetorics
Voodoo doctor Black Elohim
Remain eternal while the Heaven's singing
Glory Glory all praises due
The Villainous dines in archaic castles
They knew I was coming back
Lazarus
[Chorus]
Lazarus
Lazarus
They knew I was coming back
Return of the Seven
Lazarus
They knew I was coming back
[Verse Two]
Pay attention to the resurrection
Watch your favorite rappers get a dose of Perris
Paradise
Standing on top of the tabernacles with the universe
I'm heading to Africa
I'm reaching for Glory
I'm digging my history
Flow of the century
I will not be limitated by an Oscar
Nominated Grammy
This is that new chapter
Revenge of the Seven
I spit like I'm Anakin
Rappers beware of him
You can catch me on top of the Pearly Gates
With the Seraphim
See unapologetic
Maybe even standing next to Hov
I'm disrespectful
All praises due
The Villainous dines in archaic castles
They new I was coming back
(Tiz you a fool for this beat man)
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Introduction:
In the beginning it was the word. From the word, came the light. But the light was never able to outrun the darkness. From the darkness, came me. I go by The Villain, Seven.
[Verse One]
Aint nothing new to me
And the year is 2015
Why niggas sounding like their Eulogies
Truthfully?
They're lost in depression
No love for the lessons
No gains without the pains
Without a doubt I'm one of the best kid
Recognize the villain
I brought my city up in the buildings
With the bricks
Stone tablets
Golden Tabernacles and shackles
And where the fuck have you been?
Just sitting on your ass
You niggas turning up on the liquor
While I'm making moves for the bigger picture
But we the same right?
Like how you figure that?
My flow is fasho a river of golden
However it's spoken
The Holy Token awoken
I left my enemies soaked
In the blood of the sins they've woven
I'm Wolfenstein without the Omen
And I just want to live
And I just want to be great
So regardless how my story ends
Just know that I was never fake eye
I'll never walk away from promises that I've made myself
But it's hard to find direction
When everybody's got their hands out
But nobody's trying to help you
Said nobody's trying to help you
(just some throwaway shit)
[Verse Two]
Ayo it's funny what this game do
They never knew about the next level until I came through
I taught these niggas how to stay true
I've always repped the same crew
That Organized Threat
And that's for life my nigga who is you
That triple seven
That's word to all my brethren
We gon' make it out alive
And if we don't I guess we'll ball in Heaven
I'm in the kitchen eating left overs for breakfast
Should I dumb my music down
And try to cash out on this rapping shit or
Or grab a bitch and have her sucking up on my dick
Her best friend would eat her pussy out
While I'm rubbing up on her clit
And we can chop it up together
With the hopes of getting rich
See I had dreams of making Hip Hop
Why the fuck am I doing porno flicks
Exploit the culture
I had dreams of making Hip Hp
Why the fuck am I doing porno flicks
And I just want to live
And I just want to be great
So regardless how my story ends
Just know that I was never fake
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3. |
Garveyites
01:34
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Voicemail:
"Yo what up Poe? Sal Blanco here, hitting you up. Hope this voicemail finds you well. Just want to let you know that if you take care of your words, the way that you have been, your words are going to take care of you brotha. Oh and umm, one last thing. I've been sober for about 136 days now. Not 136 days in a row but, still. I'll hit you up later and umm, fuck it that's it. Rebel Bear 13, outta here" - Sal "Rebel Bear 13" Blanco
Introduction:
Dedicated to Marcus Garvey, and all his Garveyites. So this is what you wanted? "Von Poe you gettin too soft on us man, what happened to being raw man, what happened to-" Word I got you.
[Verse One]
Von Poe VII rappin
Golden my thrown that's my delegation
Multiplying the Black Panther Party
I start feeling Godly before I see meditation
Elevation
Garveyites
Asiatic when I spit the science
Devils get offended when they meet the lion
You got David with you but I aint Goliath
I'm speaking the word to my people
Follow the seven
Follow the Threat through the trenches
You knew about it once he knew about it
Can't forget the lessons that they tried to hide from us
All for the glory
It's all for the glory my niggas
Who want it?
I flow like I'm Cassius
Sounding like a revolution
When unloading that toy in that basket
People who speak on the seven's a mystery
The god aint never ever heard about them
Maybe if they said his name on wax
Like the candyman
He'd be bout it bout it
The Holy Lands are meaning more to me
Mother Mother praising all of Africa
Garveyites
Revolutionaries
Glory to God we from Africa!
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Introduction:
"It's Row holding it down on 106 OGT Radio. I got a dope new track from the homie Poe, shout out Organized Threat. I swear this boy just does it all. If he's not filming, editing, or directing, he's making dope music like this track right here. I want you to turn it up for this exclusive world premiere, it's called "Pride of My People". Come on!" - Row Dayanghirang (106KMEL Radio)
[Verse One]
I remember living off of Little Caesar's pepperonis
And the bread sticks
Would always feed the hunger at night
And as a youth I always wanted more for my life
Was caught up in the fortune and fame
Now who could blame him
My momma moved us out of LA
And out to Riverside
I spent a couple years in private school
Within the neighborhood
It's funny how it happened
Too many gangstas on the sidewalk
Our mothers prayed to god
But even Jesus couldn't save us
The pride of my people
[Verse Two]
The corner block blues was never stopping him
See I hate to sound redundant
But I'll dumb it down for some of those around me
And I remember reading history lessons about the 60s
So as far as I'm concerned
Niggas suffer with democracy
Battle with words
Their truth stays curving my true potential
Some of yall won't see it til I'm dead in the dirt
And thinking back on what it was
I dated misery
Was probably too addicted to Malcolm(X)
To ever blossom in the industry
Travel with caution
My triple visual's awoken
Never dormant
For that H.I.P.H.O.P.
So what's the issue
You niggas too concerned with being famous
All up on your instagrams begging for attention
You was begging for a mention
I couldn't spare it
Conversations with the spirit
Got me thinking higher of self
So now my purpose on this earth is liberation
For the centuries of damage that was done
To my people in this nation
The pride of my people
[Verse Three: Sleep Sinatra]
Tone like he spoke arabic
A cold narrative
Used to open the dungeon doors
For more impairment
Beast hit the circle
Lights flashin
Negus scatter
We fell prey to reconstruction
Its disaster
These hidden factors
Are in control of your mind
Let this opus shine
Open up your soul over time
Still crack a 40 in the same nieghborhood
i survived
Saw an old friend yesterday with pain in his eyes
This life's real
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5. |
Cowboy Bebop
05:41
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Introduction:
"What I'm saying is; we deal with reality right now, I'm saying let's build with the basis of right now. We talking about how we was Kings and Queens, that's all good. We discovered math and science, but now let's master math and science for right now so we can have economic power. We have to deal within ourselves, and eliminate them from our equation completely. We keep on dealing like the white man, you know? As soon as you say 'the white man took everything away from me, took everything away from me', that means you have to give him props for everything that you do have. Cause every time he took something away, that means he let you...he left, you know what I'm saying. He took his noose out, and took his pressure off just a little bit so you could win" - Lauryn Hill
[Verse One]
From now on
If you aint bustin at corrupted cops or a politician
Then you a coward when you rap about who you killin
That dope-dealin aint impressing me when you talk in your rhymes
I've seen the cleanest niggas get turned
On alert like they was one time
After one line
The fuck is your purpose when talking reckless
Niggas quick to knock the government
But never the heart to settle it
I bet on this
So give me the loop in the form of freedom
We was crying over Treyvon
In the hood they're still beefin
Creepin
Cause George Zimmerman's corrupted like you
They lose a fight up in the ghetto
How many gunners gon' shoot?
How many brothas down to ride out
Like a Panther Party's night out
Or a reckless crew of nightowls
That be bangin for their sector
The battle of Kings is dependent
On the destiny you created
And it's a shame because them niggas in your circle
Will be the fakest
They smiling in faces
And laughing with them niggas that you came with
While they plotting on your loyalty
Like a snake in women's clothing
I can feel it man
[Chorus]
I can feel it
All up in my soul man (4x)
[Verse Two]
I'm in the lobby of the hotel
Remanence on many farewells
Sparking the "L"
How many wishing the god's gon' fail
I'm Al Pacino up in Scarface
That's an underdog in a rat race
Jacking the safe
While I'm blastin at helicopters
With the chopper
To the melodies of the river bed
For the glory is what my nigga said
Ima do this shit for all of yall
With the hopes of living larger dawg
My niggas who be shooting dice
In the alleyways of apartments
My cuzzo is a don to small timers
Quick to spark it
They locked in emotions
And numb from the styrofoam
That they're holding
And lately I've been thinking
What's the point of all the smoking
See I be heading out to New York
Like one day Ima run with this
Knowing that could never happen
I'm from Cali reppin proudly
And I'm needing yall to understand
That I'm the best from the west
I'll put your soul on ice like 96 to 97
Peep the message
I'm hoping for a change for all this work I did
And if not, well
That's simply not an option kid.
[Chorus]
I can feel it
All up in my soul man (4x)
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6. |
Perris Boulevard
04:20
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Introduction:
Riverside in this mothafucka! It's like that boy! One time for your mind, what's the word?! Two times for the rhyme.
[Lead In]
Do that shit
Do that shit
What? (4x)
[Verse One]
Ayo them bucket shots silence you cats
Regardless of companies kept
Under the radar
Niggas aiming at your teflar
Murderous baring coffinous
Ominous when anonymous
Regulating the phosphorous
Shamanistic apocalypse flex
I'm that nigga sending fire through your scripture
Activate my chakra
Aint no limit to my ceiling
Reminiscing the villainous
Diligent when we working
I'd rather make my mom a Mil
Before I die without a purpose like that
[Chorus]
It's like that boy!
And we aint gotta stop until this shit get right
Perris Boulevard
Been rockin on the scene since the age of sixteen
[Verse Two]
Twenty twelve was the rebirth
One three was like the massacre
This chapter is the aftermath
Where seven is the master
I'm running laps on you bastards
How you niggas claiming Hip Hop
But deny its very essence
In the presence of the master
Niggas pussy
If they could be in my shoes
Them niggas would be
But we left them in the past
And now we're focused on the dream
I got my ashes on my enemies
Niggas we reign supreme
And a forty for homies
Who because a Perris memories
[Chorus]
It's like that boy!
And we aint gotta stop until this shit get right
Perris Boulevard
Been rockin on the scene since the age of sixteen
Still mothafuck the cops and everything that's proper
I do this for my city and them blocks we rock
It's like that boy!
[Verse Three]
Ayo I'm villainous
That Perris boulevard was like my genesis
My homies were Latinos
On the quest to be gambinos
(How'd you make it out?)
And Satellite to Perris was a testament
Another Black Panther
But I never rocked a letterman
Told my mother if I died
To bury me within the settlement
I was sixteen but on the block with dope fiends
And back when party crews was crackin on the block
We made it happen
When I went by Lil Razcle
PTF was steady stackin
Shout outs to KA Krush A-Lot
A lot of them aint make it
And IEK that's family
With Luscious Pimps affiliated
That's on my city dawg
I'm reppin to the fullest
Yea we strive for bigger dreams
Still attracted to the bullshit
[I'm getting older dawg
Reflecting on the sorrow
Rest in peace to Jav and Silky
Cash O' Neil and Paul Ruiz] (2x)
[Chorus]
It's like that boy!
And we aint gotta stop until this shit get right
Perris Boulevard
Still mothafuck the cops and everything that's proper
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7. |
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Introduction:
So what we talkin' bout? We talking bout police, mothafuckin Feds, what we talkin' bout? The mothafuckin government, religion, bitches, liquor, weed, all that shit. That real shit yall need to hear.
[Verse One: Papa J. Ruiz]
Shit I be like fuck em'
I don't need no friends
And I will live forever
I don't see no end
Riding inside of this hooptie
Treat it like it's a Benz
I break the weed down take out the stems
Fuck who pretends
From a town where them baggies of that deep bulk
Of green hope
The price contends to see-saw
We hustling for that reward
But me Lord
Because I'm spittin
They literally look at me like I'm a retard
But I can't turn back
Because my feet fall on recharge
Not shining young homie
Perro antes I'm just trying to get up out this shit
Carlitos pregantes
Don't turn to John Doe
Watch your friends around them Benny Blancos
Te begga si la plant están el banco
[Bridge]
I solemnly swear, for that mothafuckin dollar, I will turn into a crooked ass mothafucka right? That's what this country do to yall.
[Verse Two: Papa J. Ruiz]
Now one time
For every time I done seen it
For the time being that we here
We get crucified for no reason
Since before my lady on leavage
I been chasing this money
And chasing this dream
A new breed of young leaders
And mothafuckas gon' see us
Cause that early preparation
In this war is always needed
Threat is always organized
For Sumerian to speak it now
Give me props now give me dues
Don't follow code
I done broke the rules
Snakes disguised
While shaking hands
With people that I once knew
Like fuck homie
But now I just stare at moons
And paranoia kicks in
And smoking "L"s don't help the mood
Ones that kill you
Are the ones that say that they're there for you
And I apologize
In that sixth grade
That Em and Jay
That Renegade that paved the way
For me to grab my nuts and say
Fuck you I'm getting paid
Give me what I want
Ima raid the place
Run up in the spot
And take the Grammy
Speak loud
I'm never rambling
Hey, look at my face
I'm that reason to grow
Breaking that chief with the blow
Should of been defeated at Lowes
Failed a couple of times
Now I'm back tough
Middle finger Ima act up
Two fives
Rub your tits
Put your ass up
Eighth down
Fuck the cops pulled up
It's a shake down
[Interlude]
I got uh, one White male, one Black male, two Brown males. I need fifty cars - Police Officer
[Bridge]
It's all the grinding, up early
Aye Ryan we recording? We recording?
Aight that's solid
All I ever wanted was this
All I ever wanted was this
Yall mothafuckas just playin with this
Take it up, and grind
Got that moaning shit
[Verse Three: Papa J. Ruiz]
And as I dream
Fall work hard for all my shit
Matter of fact
I talk to God about all this shit
My son needs clothes
The rent is due
No side slackin homeboy
I gotta get this loop
I stand alone on no coward shit
And the lord bless those that overwork
So I overtime on hour shifts
The feeling overwhelmed wanna quit
I said I can't, Land of The Hate
Brainwashed by them Benjamin Franks
Big dreams fuck a minimum wage
And the partners all around me
Seen them similar days
Blood sweat mixed with tears
Run down my cheek
Once upon a time I remember
I was too young to speak
But I understood I couldn't ever fear defeat
Judge a man homeboy when he's done complete
I stay running and I'm hoping
Trying to find me some light
Still roam with the night
But my money not right
But I give you my all
I give a fuck
If the world rejects my word and balls
All I've had since I was being choked
With an umbilical cord
Dear Lord
Let a youngin wake up
The next morning
Take a fresh breath of air
And rise up again
Get the goals I prosper for
I never acted as a person
That I never thought I was
Love will have these busters
Slippin on their rubber gloves
Trying to get you when the clock strike ten
Getting rich or die trying
Get you smoked
By your very best friend
See when you die
People try to go and fuck your bitch
And I'll be damned man
Throw stones and hit me with sticks
But I be forward moving
The potent user
That bust like a ruger
Doing damage like bazooka
The ruler tell you move bitch
Like I was Luda
The fewer the shooter
To shoot a youngin
That be shootin for lunas
Olive Buckley
Cold December
And just remember
You aint never had a friend like me
Sometimes I sit and wonder
If God ever had to go and sin like me
And had calls with his cousin
From the pin like me
And smoked with his outlawz
Before they ride like G'z
You'll never find by iii
Define iii
By the places that no longer find iii
The dry drive
Blood of cry
While these rhymes keep me inside
House of my momma's chicken and rice
For the little one
While your drama class taught me
How to roll dice
In my eyes
Bangin, gettin money, stripes
Bitches with the fat ass that admire some rides
Guns and knives
The spice
No mager heights
G-Code
Lived off 7-11 Doritos
I speak words that a beast would
Out the Eastwoods
With the heat good
Bustin like Eastwood
Out they Gran Torino
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8. |
Breeze
03:03
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Voicemail:
"Yo, what up nigga. It's Papa J. bro. I hit your line up man, I had to dial you up bro. I missed your call and shit, I'm out here chasing the dollar sign. You already know how it is, slow feet don't eat. You know my speech. I hope everything good bro. Had to hit you back up, make sure everything's swell. Fuck the rest, period. You know what I'm sayin? If I don't pick up the line, you already know what the business is. I'm out here trying to get mine. So it's all love baby, get yours. Hit me back when you get that free time, yep. One" - Papa J. Ruiz
[Chorus]
Hold up
Let me feel the breeze aye yay
I've been drifting through
The corners of these streets
And lately I've been thinking
Bout the buildings and the pyrex
Make my momma prouder
Free my niggas form the projects (2x)
[Verse One]
See this is what they vibing to
The game aint been the same
Since Papa J. and Poe been on the loose
Some liquor for my partners
Pray I never have to bury more
If I had a baby boy
Just know I want the best for you
[Bridge]
"People change around you, because they start treating you different because of your success. So you are changing. You don't change who you are, the core of who you are, the things that you believe, the things you love, and the things you'd die for, and your principles. You don't change that, but you're going to change who you are. You're gonna change, you know. You can't do the same things, you can't go hang on the corner. Some people may not be comfortable with that. And it deals with the other side of success, how people look at you when you're successful. 'Media meddles, people sue, you settle. Every step you take they remind you, you ghetto.'" - Sean "Jay-Z" Carter
[Chorus]
Hold up
Let me feel the breeze aye yay
I've been drifting through
The corners of these streets
And lately I've been thinking
Bout the buildings and the pyrex
Make my momma prouder
Free my niggas form the projects
Hold up
[Verse Two]
Just let him feel the breeze
They send him back to prison
He aint never see the streets
And all he wants is justice
For the crimes he done committed
Know he did a couple wrongs
But not enough to lose his children
[Chorus]
Hold up
Let me feel the breeze aye yay
I've been drifting through
The corners of these streets
And lately I've been thinking
Bout the buildings and the pyrex
Make my momma prouder
Free my niggas form the projects
[Verse Three]
See this is what they vibing to
The game aint been the same
Since Papa J. and Poe been on the loose
Some liquor for my partners
Pray I never have to bury more
If I had a baby boy
Just know I want the best for you
Just know I want the best for you
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9. |
Dante's Inferno
02:49
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Introduction:
One time for your mind, two times for the rhyme like that. Word
Yea it be like that, sometimes
Yea it be like that, sometimes
Strive for the future
[Verse One]
Fuck and introduction
I'm serving beef to whoever what it
Like fuck it
I'll be the first to bring the ruckus
The villainous
Climbing down your chimney
Like the Boogeyman
And tried to keep the peace
Battle raps go hand and hand
Mothafuckas in the underground
Better start to salute me
Jacking my styles buffoonery
Top villains lack the purity
Of the original villain
It aint even about the money
But it is about your loyalty
How you moving meaning more to me
Decisions Decisions
I swear to God these niggas bitches
But I get labeled as the bad guy
For speaking out against them
Catch me on the up and up
Dolo walking
A prophet
Allegiance off to the marksman
You basic spitting the typical
Getting popped off
Or ran the fuck over by Southern Levies
The flow is heavy
Poetic Death corrupting all of yall
With the Nubian Bling
Look what I did to these rappers man
Look what I did to these rappers
[Chorus]
Sometimes
Yea it be like that (4x)
[Verse Two]
Ayo the motto's been the same
Since niggas jumped off the plane wildin'
I'll spit a couple 32s
And bounce to the Cambridge Islands
I'm lounging
Dolo on the block with the hooded sweater
Aint going out like Trayvon
You cracka niggas move along
Trying to get on
To the top of the bracket
And I aint packing
Wooden caskets of poverties
Babies die for monopoly money
You tenderoni types to only bark with the homies
In the same fashion the pigs do
When they rockin out with the badges on em
See I aint sweating it
My real niggas represent
Haters on the block
They wanna take you out to the parking lot
I'm coo with it
My celly buzzin form my Mrs.
She's trying to get my dick sucked
I'm trying to get her pussy eaten
Might have a threesome
That depends on how we feeling
I got a list of known celebs
I'm trying to bag before the weekend
All these rappers got me fucked up
Trying to clown on my vernacular
I spit a flow spectacular
I'm laughing at you amateurs
Who wanna wage wars like Kamikazes
Knock me on that sucka shit
Get bombed like Nagasaki
For the fish scale
Hoping you repel
So many farewells
I done made it pretty far
From where I started off as a child
I'll put my foot up in your ass boy
I roam without the posse
A Neo-Nazi in comparison to niggas
Who try to plot on me
So I'm posted at the Arco
Never posted up in park though
Surveillance or the radar
These rappers never been hard
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10. |
YN (Melancholia)
02:38
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Introduction:
Live it up though, just live it up. Throw it up through, just throw it up. What's the word word? Bring in the hook like this.
[Chorus]
Young ass niggas on the come up
Young ass niggas feeling fly
Young ass niggas getting paper
Young ass niggas staying high
Young ass niggas living restless man
Young ass niggas pray to pussy
Young ass niggas give a fuck about the politics
Young ass niggas never die
[Verse One]
And I came up in the building with the hoodie
Like I'm Trayvon
Flexing on the scene
Later smoking on a swisher
Praying to the skyline
Hoping that I make it
No homies in the background
Just imaginations
Oh Lord
Try to put me in a box
And I aint with it
I spit it how I'm living
Relaxing
I'm chilling in the background
Watching Tarantino
Thinking bout my lifestyle
Trips to Camario
They wanna see me sad baby
I couldn't give it to em
Living up on cloud nine
It's so beautiful
Thinking bout the after affects
And what it meant to me
I wasn't put here to just have fun
But Ima live it to the limit
While I'm fucking on a bad one
Another young nigga
Trying to make some memories
[Chorus]
Young ass niggas on the come up
Young ass niggas feeling fly
Young ass niggas getting paper
Young ass niggas staying high
Young ass niggas living restless man
Young ass niggas pray to pussy
Young ass niggas give a fuck about the politics
Young ass niggas never die
[Verse Two]
You knew about it
I bet you knew about it
That heartbreak
There aint nothing you could do about it
Momma in the kitchen
Steady thinking bout the break up
My father was a no show
The nigga never raised us
Twenty-Thirteen
And through the years of getting closer
A couple years later that's my nigga
And I love him
You knew about it
I know you knew about it
My happiness
There aint nothing you could do about it
Papa J. done hit me on the cellie-phone daily
I swear we gonna make it
I aint worried bout a damn thing
Oh Lord put me in positions for a come up
A lot of us been locked up
For running with the gun up
You knew about it
I know you knew about it
My dedication
There aint nothing you could do about it
Von Poe VII nigga
Reppin for the Threat, still
Just a young nigga living godly
Believe that
[Chorus]
Young ass niggas on the come up
Young ass niggas feeling fly
Young ass niggas getting paper
Young ass niggas staying high
Young ass niggas living restless man
Young ass niggas pray to pussy
Young ass niggas give a fuck about the politics
Young ass niggas never die
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11. |
American Ultra
03:29
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Introduction:
Okay. Just ride with me, just vibe with me.
[Verse One]
That Beauty and The Beast flow
Addicted to the pain
I'm fighting shadows off in the rain
Under a cloud of jaded echos
My comfort was abandonment
I was too real to fit up in their boxes
They couldn't handle it
So we travel across the universe
in search for the golden necklace
They're saying that
That boy seven is back up on his Death shit
Feeling blessed for what I've conquered
For the lessons learned I'm honored
You pay the cost to be the boss
And I'm just happy I aint faltered
Cigarillos to the broken ghettos
My fallen fellows
Some liquors for your pains
I pray your memories stay eternal
And cemetery under moonlight
Stalking him
The raven is watching him
The god in the flesh on the steps
Until these devils aint an obstacle
[Chorus]
American Ultra
American Ultra
America Ultra
What is life but immortality
Searching for the fallacy
American Ultra
The raven in the darkness
Grew to love without a heart, kid
[Verse Two]
You want the truth infused
Quoted with the lines from the booth
Now should I lie to my fans
And direct them how to all "stay true"
Should I ride for the crew
During dark times when jail is the noose
Is my value reflected in views
Am I better than you
See when we die
We cry to Heaven's Gate
Our flesh to the dirt
Put a kiss on the curse
What's the worst
That they could do to a Hearst
See I was there for the birth
And a cry of joy
Was the only thing that I heard
Some nurses were chanting verses
As I awoke from the earth
They said "The Nazareth's awoken"
A golden robe
I was bathed in ornaments
With a manifesto of Chosen
I'm here to save yall from the torment
Spit flames against the Omen
My apologies I've been lost
But I understand my destiny
Crucify to me the cross my niggas
[Chorus]
American Ultra
American Ultra
America Ultra
What is life but immortality
Searching for the fallacy
American Ultra
The raven in the darkness
Grew to love without a heart, kid
[Hidden Freestyle: Vek]
Cerebralism, does that make me a "Cerebralist"?
Maybe cause I diagnose my flaws
And search for feebleness
Anytime of Evilness
I jab it with a mental needle tip
And make the needle drip
Out onto a steel dish
Then I examine it
All I see is famine and
Suffering abandonment
Can't be smoking Cannabis
Always where the vital mask
I never speak the literal
And never check my Psycho-Pass
Cause I'd be a latent criminal
I can't self destruct
So I detonate the dominator
Before it detonates me and dominates
You can draw the pages
I'd be a fugitive of the corrupted Sybil System
I am a fugitive of what you'd call a Civil System
Some say a system works
But there is a flaw that tends to lurk
And it's puttin you hard into the dirt
Back to that very first square that you always were
Trying to slaughter egotism
Either bring the heat or miss em
Just another rare case of Chronic-Type Cerebralism
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12. |
The Space Between
02:27
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Voicemail:
"Yooo, it's Joogy nigga. What's up? I would like to start off by saying, man fuck all yall niggas. Understand this my nigga, OGT is the future. Now salute to that, peace to the movement" - Justin aka Joogy Jugg
[Verse One]
What is love for those who've been lost
And what is pain for those
Without the cross in mind
And did you sell your soul to be the boss
Did you sell your body
For them hopes and dreams
Or them fast cars
Did you leave your people?
Sacrifices and hate is evil
See love is war
When the affects are lethal
And propaganda's my holiness
See love is the picture we painting
I'm stuck in the game
A man of my word
I'm a man of confessions
Can you say the same?
We stuck is a system
Of niggas and bitches
Them cops they be trippin
But what is the difference
When the outcome
A couple bullet shot
Another life is missing, damn
[Chorus]
And the sun shines through my life
We play the game
Still roll the dice
The space between them candle lights (2x)
[Verse Two]
Stuck in the streets
Like I'm stuck in a sequel
Word to my peoples
Peace to my niggas
Who stayed off the block
Once the money was peaceful
My nigga you made it
(whoa!)
My nigga you made it
We pray for good health
Cause money wont buy you
That spiritual wealth
I'm growing my niggas
I'm learning from all of my niggas, damn
[Chorus]
And the sun shines through my life
We play the game
Still roll the dice
The space between them candle lights (8x)
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13. |
Filthy Money Wishes
03:21
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Introduction:
"The man I worked for, he had one of the biggest companies in New York City. He ran it for more than fifty years. Fifteen years, eight months, nine days, I was with him every day. I looked after him, took care of him, protected him. I learned from him. Bumpy was rich, but he wasn't white man rich. You see he wasn't wealthy. He didn't own his own company. He thought he did, but he didn't. He just managed it. White man owned it so they owned him. Nobody owns me, though." - Denzel Washington (American Gangster 2007)
[Verse One}
Filthy money wishes
We lottery scheming
That mission impossible
We plottin spots to rock
When the block gets hot
I want the mansion and the yacht
Just to say that we did it
See the criminal system
Is something that my team is never mission
Minorities listen when we're poverty stricken
Them words will save you
We only representing twelve percent
Of the continent that we living in
So as a Black man in America
Never in God have I trusted in
That's common sense
Egyptian pyramids on Christian dollars, kid
I want the cream
I'm trying to live it up like I'm Ray Liota
With a couple females
Bullet holes and some sea shells
The good life
I'll cop a couple thou'
And get my mouth fixed
Or thug it out for my people
With a chipped tooth and a white chick
That's how I'm living
I'll speak it simple
So you can paint the picture
From rags to riches
The baddest bitches
Aint the Queens my nigga
I'm in the Lincoln
Trying to ride it out like Cadillac
My Grandpa had the Eighty-Nine
And when he died, he gave me that
My nigga where's your heart at?
Ayo I tucked it by my nut sack
So if a nigga try to test me
Best believe he getting all that
Before I fall back
And lay with the earth
My mom's retirement
Is something Ima provide
Even if I gotta ride for it
[Chorus]
Filthy money wishes
We went from rags to riches
I'm just trying to live it up
For homies serving time in prison
We'll be living large until the lights go out
We'll be living large until the lights go out (2x)
[Verse Two]
And what about that
See reality living aint what I'm dreaming
We manifesting the future
It's coming so just get used to it
The rebirth of the African on American soil
That's revenge of the slave
Or the resurrection of higher elevation
I got the .45 and the shotty
But we tired of all that gun talk
Cause the cops is still corrupted
Meaning most of yall aint bustin
So fuck it
I'd rather live it up and hit the town tonight
And spark the revolution
With a Molotov and candle light
We thuggin
To the villainous
Good Fellas, Untouchables
We sparking up the Cuban
And word to Formula we cruising
To the good life
I'll cop a couple mil'
And get my city fixed
Free meals for the children
A better house to live with cheap expenses
Cause word is bond
My niggas are out here trying to get it
I'm trying to make it out
Without becoming another statistic
So stick to the mission
We about the rock the nation
Like the Reagan Era
And Black Panther Party Genocide
In all it's terror
[Chorus]
Filthy money wishes
We went from rags to riches
I'm just trying to live it up
For homies serving time in prison
We'll be living large until the lights go out
We'll be living large until the lights go out (2x)
"The most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, hardwork. Family, never forgetting where we came from. See you are what you are in this world, and that's either one of two things. Either you're somebody, or you're nobody. I'll be right back." - Denzel Washington (American Gangster 2007)
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14. |
BANE
02:30
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Introduction:
Glory. God, excuse my cockiness.
We gon' do this in one take, vibe with me.
[Chorus]
And all my life
I've been living this dream
I've been chasing this money
I've been spending this cream
Tryn'a get my niggas out the projects
Tryn'a get my niggas out the projects
[Verse One]
I came in this game with a mission
Multi-million dollar platinum awarded
My vision means more to me
I sat by the Holy Ghost
Speaking in tongues to a burning tree
(Black Moses)
Tell the Queen we want out reparations
Holy mother murdered Africa
They gave us our pain
Not the strength in us
I'm back in this bitch
And I'm checkin em
Born in Dexter's Laboratory
So pass me the 40oz
We pouring one
For niggas no longer a Threat to us
I'm back from the dead
Like you're seeing the resurrection
I'm the revelation on a blazing chariot
That buck buck buck buck
Who knew they were scared of us?
[Bridge]
All praises to the most high
And all glory to a mother's womb (2x)
[Verse Two]
Got the message on the cellphone
Hit the brodie "what the crew tryin battle with"
And for the record
Never knew about the city we was reppin'
Til the god came and handled it
I walk through the building on stepping stones
Sins on my back from these lands I roam
And Tiz on the beat
Like he work for the skull and bones
Man, I'm glad you home
Man, I swear we on
[Chorus]
And all my life
I've been living this dream
I've been chasing this money
I've been spending this cream
Tryn'a get my niggas out the projects
Tryn'a get my niggas out the projects (2x)
Outro:
Word word! The new Black Dante in full effect. VON POE VII / Lord Darcia, the villain. What up Tiz, what up Bentley.
Organized Threat for life
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15. |
Channel Road Inn
02:40
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Introduction:
Stay humble. Keep your eyes focused on the prize. Keep your dreams to yourself. Or spread them with the world, and be ready to pursue them.
Vibe with me
Just vibe with me
I'm checked in
At the Channel Road Inn
Feed the people
Feed the people
[Verse One]
And I swear to God
When I speak my truth
I see my baby girl
Up in them pretty boots
You see I'm blessed and humble
I'm thankful too
I see the sun is shining
Man, the world is beautiful
Take me away
I see a lot of yall swag
Need to pump on the breaks
And dream bigger, baby
My momma raised me
And the streets they taught me
How to walk through darkness
See I'm Black and handsome
My mind is beautiful
My eyes see poetry
On these blocks I'm running through
My people
Switch up the culture
My Heavenly Father
And watch for the vultures, preach
[Chorus]
My baby girl, you know I love you
My twin brother, you know I love you
Papa J., you know I love you
My momma dearest, you know I love you
My nigga Twon, you know I love you
Joogy Jugg, you know I love you
My nigga Mook, you know I love you
Man all my niggas, you know I love you
[Verse Two]
We want a million dollars ballin'
And another Black goddess
Up in the White House
For my grandfather
Rest in peace
I bet I ball out for the paper
Or the fortune and fame
Like what's your purpose
Man I swear to God
(cherish every moment)
(we aint promised tomorrow)
My ex girl was wanting more for me
Then I could ever really give to her
I've had niggas leave the Threat cause-
Voicemail:
"Hey lovey, it's me. I'm just calling because I want to hear your voice. I long for you baby, and I miss your touch. And I can't want to see you again. Talk to you soon baby, bye." - Jean Aster
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16. |
Views From The VII
06:09
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Introduction:
"Message said you'd be here. Still, kind of thought it'd be one of your minions who showed up in the flesh"
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland
"You caught up in some of my people's papers? - Omar Little
[Chorus]
Now if I got locked
Would you jack my style
Or try to downplay me
To cash out on the cow
And If I got locked
Would you be there to greet me
Or leave me in a cage
Like them animals on TV (2x)
[Verse One]
If we're being honest
Never needed a cosigner
From these wack ass rhymers
My sperm cells pack a meaner clientele
Than Tony Soprano
I'm Omar with the shotty
In a phony rapper's lobby
I'm probably bout to catch a body
You on The Wire my nigga
See, you Stringer in the window
I'm Mouzone without the bow tie
If you can't tell
I'm hungry for this shit
Like it was retail
Bet a million that I'll body
Your favorite rappers and females
(55 my nigga)
See even Jesus had to die though
And I aint really into photos
So don't ask unless it's promo
Still mothafuck the coppas
On this block that I'm walkin
The gorilla stomping in darkness
Never one for the barkin
I bring the chaos
Niggas aint shit without their crews
Or a pussy's face when you're facing em'
Claiming your style aint Reaganism, paganism
I'll push the bacon back in the stable
Swine dining findings
Never the villain or god that I be
Pay attention
You wasn't sharing the wealth
So now we're taking it
You don't know about that struggle
Cause you spend a couple days in it
And I'll dick slap you PaRappa, The Rappers
And laugh casually
How you carrying the Westcoast
Knowing you aint as nice as me
Keeping it thorough
I had to cut some niggas out of my circle
(pause)
That's what that paranoid will do to you
Who's iLLer than us
The heat that you're packing will never bust
I'm never dusty with the raps
I give respect when it's given back
But never that
So why these suckas hating
On Poetic's raps
It's probably cause
Me and my niggas about to bring it back
Or probably cuhz
Them niggas been knowing that they wack
It's that classic AZ and Nas
Illmatic raps mothafucka
[Chorus]
Now if I got locked
Would you jack my style
Or try to downplay me
To cash out on the cow
And If I got locked
Would you be there to greet me
Or leave me in a cage
Like them animals on TV (2x)
[Verse Two]
At any minute I could flip it on em
A career based on instrumental drops
And catchy punch lines
I'm done talkin
The rain of seven like mathematics
Spit it backwards like White America
White power with Afros
And still wouldn't change shit
The still will leave you brainless
I'll still pop the steel
If ever broke to steal your bank with
That alpha and omega
I spit it for the culture
Triple sevens in my paradise
I'm hella nice
I purified holy water in dirty sprite
The Devil's blessing Trap niggas
The God was never true to them
Food for thought
Was better off anonymous
Painting pictures
My flow schemes
A vivid interpretation of scriptures
You niggas never gon' pop
That money talk
That's ever corny rapper
On every block
Stop dumbing down my culture
You Kings and Queens
Be selling off your royalties
To the vultures, uh
Oh what, you thought this was a game?
To me, I'll lace the beat in a coffin box
And tell it to rest in peace
What part of the game aint niggas comprehending
That simple science
I'm the Alchemist
And equivalent exchanges
Is my accomplishment
That riverside reppa
All up in your sector
I've been gutta with the raps
And I'm steady reaching for the dresser
Got caught up in a stack of wackness
Wrapping up packages
Dip and damaged them
My apologies
I had to switch the plan on them
New beginnings
I never was the type
To handle contracts, so
Them niggas aint around
Their loyalty fronted
I hit that reset button
We ever lasting
I'm steady casting off
Recruiting authors
Ayo the Threat is like when Hell was conquered
This is that wordplay villainous
While niggas be grillin
From unlimited distance
Eliminate your style before you had one
I'll strap cast on
Without the mask on
Then I'll toss you in a lake to pass on
Before I blast off
The Villain
[Chorus]
Now if I got locked
Would you jack my style
Or try to downplay me
To cash out on the cow
And If I got locked
Would you be there to greet me
Or leave me in a cage
Like them animals on TV (2x)
Outro:
"I'm just working, doing what a man's suppose to do" - Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland
"Oh I know you've been busy. Caught some talk from them men you roughed up, over on the Westide" - Omar Little
"All this death, you don't think it ripples out? You don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about. I was a few years ahead of you at Edmondson, but I know you remember the neighborhood, how it was. We had some bad boys, for real. Wasn't about guns so much as knowing what to do with your hands. Those boys could really rack. My father had me on the straight, but like any young man, I wanted to be hard too, so I'd turn up at all the house parties where the tough boys hung. Shit, they knew I wasn't one of them. Them hard cases would come up to me and say, "Go home, schoolboy, you don't belong here." Didn't realize at the time what they were doing for me. As rough as that neighborhood could be, we had us a community. Nobody, no victim, who didn't matter. And now all we got is bodies, and predatory motherfuckers like you. And out where that girl fell, I saw kids acting like Omar, calling you by name, glorifying your ass. Makes me sick, motherfucker, how far we done fell" - Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland
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VON POE VII Perris, California
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