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Return of the Death Egg
02:55
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Revenge, that spill on that shag carpet
the hardest stain you can't miss, but now you gotta rub it out
couple foul mouths, I've been waitin' to take out for a while
But I haven't got the chance to shake the hand on the dial
(Adlib)
I think it's time to move
Broken glass like the shattered trust, stabbed me in the back with tsurugis that were full of rust
dusty motherfucks always muster up some trouble
(Adlib)
I know its time for me to double up
Couple mac 10's and a mosberg, contra niggas into mosh pits
like some Columbine targets
all on social media, discussing all that hard shit
now you can find you and your demo in the garbage
I always seem to do dirty niggas the harshest
trample over niggas like the million man marchin'
put that cloak on, in that ghost form, and the toast warm
that cold arm, tellin' niggas I went sharkin'
A!! A!!!!.........A! A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, AAYYYYEEEUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!
Gang ground up, silly bunch of loud bluffs
blossom, Buttercups with bubbles, you idol powerpuff
girls just to know I'm really not convinced
you couldn't run a track, if you can't walk without you losing oxygen
Broke niggas talkin' shit, be the ones taking busses, with a single ride and some pocket lint
"Really?!"
What's the state of mind without providence
it's like, how you gettin' bitches in a clique of mini sausages
I told you this is no game, welcome to the House of the Dead
where there's no escape
in the lab, bringin' out monsters, demons to eat ya whole face, fuck it if it's whole grain, fuckin' rip your whole brain out from cocaine
Fuckin' with you no name, lame-o's with no shame, veins shoot a lot of dope, oy-vey!
So if you violate, I'll lock and load
I'm call of duty, counter-strike with a silent scope, POW!
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2. |
9th Floor
03:12
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I say I seen many things, Roger Rabbit get fricassee'd
Elmer Fudd bucked bugs Bunny on a killing spree
Pyramids, all seeing eye, the conspiracy
In em', no faith in the God, he is lost
Forget it, he rather cult freemasons
Until the God follows his demands to free jason
His brother, no regard for life, under sun was discovered beloved for his mother
He swore he take a bullet for when the time was worth it, any situation he felt was so perfect, accidental or purpose, enough to blow circuits with iron shells bursting, shit gets real in the field, when u in for the kill and u held against ur will, fuck! You
And everything u do, kill u with beginners luck
It didn't take much, for that tummy tuck, middle finger stuck, from the madd itchy trigger....fuck!
Heavy recoil with the backtwist
niggas think I turned pacifist, from an acid trip, go to labels, drop this bitch off on a bag of piff, shittin on you minus Troy ave add da laxative
They say I'm really off my dosage
Fact of the matter they don't know shit...
Adlib(I got)
Gunpowder thoughts and explosives
Roast niggas like a blunt smoked to the roach clip
I say I seen many things....
But I lied.....
Doctors are saying he's insane in the brain
(Screams)Get out!!!
He affiliates with the doppelgang
(Screams)Ohh noo!!
Rolls trees right where them niggas hang
Tight.
In the middle of the halls drinking Codiene mixed with adderol til I trip and run along a wall(AWOL)
Get it?
Love it when I get that full charge like my iPhone 6 plus when I get that full bar
Offa’ Nos
Da ether got me tweaking like the beef with hov and nas
Allow this track to pause
Or mute, however I dispute these retched bars
Sonic dash niggas, hit em' hard, with that wrecking ball
Ughh.
Be aware what has made me, cuz you still unaware what has really made you
Excuse the fortune and the fame plus the diamonds of my people who were slain for the cause I'm just sayin'
They say I'm really off my dosage
Fact of the matter they don't know shit...
Adlib(I got)
Gunpowder thoughts and explosives
Roast niggas like a blunt smoked to the roach clip
Yo....man....
Get the fuck over here
Shut the fuck up! SHUT THE FUCK UP(Sean Price Tribute)
Let me put it in your fucking asshole real quick man!......fuck you screamin' for?!?!
Shut the fuck up, yo we out man!!!!
Ughh
FUCK!
Doppelgang
7MM
Divine 9
What up? What up?!
ZeroKlique
Summer ave...
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3. |
The Gawdz
01:31
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Peace gawd, how you bless, living right and no more lefts, I ain't taking no more steps when Devils cross my way
In the battle of Armageddon wars, still ain't fucking with the law, this isn’t a facade, you ain’t fuckin’ with the Gawdz
(Chorus)
The Gawdz(x7)
Peace gawd what’s the science, plus the numbers we relying on, we dying in the name and the faith of ALLAH, and 5 percenters get the message plus the interest with the credit mastercard, Chrysler or the dodge, you ain’t fuckin’ with the Gawdz
(Chorus)
The Gawdz(x7)
Peace gawd, on the boards and any lyricist recording paying homage to the lords driving tracks off the course
Furthermore it was written illmatic, doe or die on the box
Shout out AZ and nas, you ain’t fucking with the Gawdz
(Chorus)
The Gawdz(x7)
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4. |
Cheat Codes(Gameshark)
01:57
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You cheap hoe
I'm here to pull ya card along with them cheap clothes
And plus I'm also here to expose them cheat codes
Even tho they shouldn't know I think I'm going beast mode!
Funny how you thought you outplayed this gameshark when you didn't even know how the game starts, started....
You was living in the crib and I had you fed
Moved from a fucked up family that had you misled
(Adlib)
NIGGA I DID ALL THAT!!
Jobs.....and school for cosmetology
Ran from an uncle blamed for underage sodomy
wasn't a secret, niggas knew that you were shady
no it's no sleep in Brooklyn wit' another nigga's baby?!
She used to tell lies on me and she did it all the time and tried to sic her second man on me
that nigga pussy and the stories that he told, phony
I looked passed it like Exit 36 Saucony's, you never wore me
Lindsey you b on my (D)ebugging like I’m cumming never with these cheat codes
Them "cheat codes"
Calling up my line a thousand times blowing mind like I’m on those cheat codes
Them "cheat codes"
You cheap “Hoe”
Riding round in mom’s corolla, with the rollup holding onto cheat codes
Them "cheat codes"
Bitch you could never play the system
If you listened you would know these cheat codes
Them "cheat codes"
(Break)
Now who’s the gameshark(x4)
Pinga to boca, now tell me what’s the hold up,
The talk of NY when she toca
Pages and pages of niggas tryin' to look up
36 mafia ways off the syrup
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91%
03:10
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Who the fuck is this? Ringin me at
10:44 in the morning, it's dawning now im yawning, never would of thought of this, stand up stepping all over my SEGA cartridges, the hardest part of any morning, where u get no sleep, eyes closed, don't know where ur going, iPhone ringing, my wifey jada calling, so I answer....
"Hey baby, what's going on"
And the sound of my tone, so cold, deep, and pretty raspy, nights after i smoke blunts, go to sleep and expect to conversate with motherfuckers, it's pretty nasty,
I'm coming over soon, she explained, so I wonder how the fuck ima keep her entertained, and I'm walking around stressing bout how ima see the day, I take a long shower an hr fore the wait of the next txt message on my fone i will delay, to even see the written page, I go to my computer, beats for brothels 2, a classic from doppelgangaz, black man, white man, so u know its fire, waka flocka flame, when the L needs a lighter, headed to the closet, red Coogi sweater on, black supreme hat to the Max, Matching birdman's aston, it really never matters but as long as she ok then I'm cool with the fact that she finds me attractive
Breakin' up the buds, crack open the bluntvilles, waiting for my download for the mood to feel real tight,
Kinda like ya skirt is, life is a bitch, till u meet her in person, personally
I feel its urgent, to pet the pussy once, after blazing many blunts, I know you having fun, making all these funny noises, while I'm playing with that cunt, one day turned to plus 3 months, we in the cut
Shorty pullin up in a maxima, Rollin down her window with aromas of the pack, u know she with it for the action
Walk her to the crib, like she was late for her lab session, she has some class but was drop by her last lesson
So I play position, she wanna listen to the A, she into favoritism
We talking music but she act like she never had a feeling, of my missile launching in her base during intermission
And her eyes wide open, and her mouth sewn shut, mami tells me keep it going
And she pulls my hair, dick waxing bootious Maximus,
she backs it up,
magnum packed with more than half my nut
She poppin' bottles of that pinnacle, down the hatchet, rachet bitch calling my jack and my modem crashing,
Pissed like a dirty diaper on my niece's ass, screaming like my nephew Troy, once i heal the rash
Waiting for my download, see a couple beats for the moment I could blast on my surround sound
now I'm wildin' out, with the album not done, and I'm rocking bits and pieces
Writing 16's
Shorty asked me, if I keep it 100
I replied I put the G in the Genesis
Sweetie you won't believe me If I told u nobody keeps a buck, real niggas do real things, throw the hash in the basket
(Chorus)(x2)
In the basket, 91%
Down the hatchet, 91%
Don't stash it, 91%
Just pass it, 91%
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6. |
Night Trap
02:33
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Right hand Molotov
Left hand grabs pussies with vagina monologues
Hammurabi laws get my arms cut off
like I'm watch saw, with the lighting off
Frightened with a tightened jaw
I sold hard, but niggas swear my type is soft
Thunderous blunt, with the lightning cough
When I make the call, for Christ sakes, she best prey before her life is lost
It was love before I piped it raw
Now it's hate and it's at first sight
Civic parked on 21st, walking to the door like
Everything is alright, 2 knox, and da torch is Albright
Now you getting lit like a porch light
(Chorus)
Walking thru the hellfire, burning all my paces
I stand alone when my heart begins to shapeshift
Blood runs cold and no matter climate changes
Scorched soul motives yet I'm dealing it with Satan
I can feel the pain, coursing up and down ya veins kid
stand alone when my heart begins to shapeshift
Blood runs cold and no matter climate changes
Scorched soul motives, still dealin' it with Satan
Dear Jada,
This is the very last letter definite, fore I become a predicate, fuck the rhetoric, it will be televised for the hell of it, burn ya skeleton, so everybody head'll spin, for my benefit, the killing is my medicine, murder you with brain hemmorage, when its definite, that your heaven sent without questioning but will devastate everybody's fate, all across the states, ill feel better then
I forgot that I'm completely sauced out,
nobody said I'm Killing Jason and his moms now, wipe off the evidence, flying out to Moscow just know I can pull it off, never ask how
Smacking dog shit outta Krystal too, guttin'
Wendy like a fish, all on News 12 soon
Telling Mishka lies, that is something I will never do, like you always have, again to never find it pleasurable
Walking thru the hellfire, burning all my paces
I stand alone when my heart begins to shapeshift
Blood runs cold and no matter climate changes
Scorched soul motives yet I'm dealing it with Satan
I can feel the pain, coursing up and down ya veins kid
stand alone when my heart begins to shapeshift
Blood runs cold and no matter climate changes
Scorched soul motives, still dealin' it with Satan
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7. |
Tigah Style(WTFYTYTB?)
01:52
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Die slow, knee deep
Is how I end the conversation when u see me
Wordplay unpleasant related to bent or broken angel wings like the devil in a 3 piece
Dippin' L's in honey baskets, sipping green tea, a 5th of devils springs, when I breathe deep, I dread into a level I embezzle an unconscious, state of mind now everything's nonsense
How could u criticize the way I do things, when u never criticized reasons you hung urself with some shoe strings, blame it on the alcohol, or ur mood swings, it's like how could u be mad what the truth brings
Now u depressed, with the color of ur mood ring
Well drama queens tend to lose kings
And if the chang were to lose ching
Then brother Martin Luther wouldn't have the chance to elude dreams
So
(Chorus)
What the fuck you think you talkin' bout?
My styles wild when rhyming off the pages
9's go bang and I never caught a case and
Said I'm really off my dosage and I swear been insane since
What the fuck you think I'm talking about?
9th floor from 8 tower to the stages
SEGA fuck Nintendo and crowd's in amazement
Niggas ran the world but it’s mine for the taken
So
What the fuck you think you talking bout?!?!!
Step aside, go for the most high
Goals you achieve, and not in between a hoe’s thighs
Fuck all your beliefs and the rituals you go by
This goes out to everyone that’s in the clique of real niggas off the strength, of you never riding dick
Wander off from these pigeons when they squawking, poppin’ shit
Lau Chan kick startle Bitch niggas in the chin
and I’m on one
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8. |
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(EP)
Yeah, Yeah
AWOL
Mindwriter
Shine brighter
Talk to em' kehd
SharkNation
Affiliation
"AAAAGGGHH"
(AWOL) (Verse 1)
u been feeling good in the first place
First thought wouldn't be the worst case
Scenario even tho it's not ur birthday
turn it up and celebrate like its ur...
Jockey rocking on the tables, we got friendly conversations and got munchies on the grill if u grubbin on the real
grab a beer or some liquor if u thirsty
Kick back, live life if you heard me
(Chorus)(x2)
u been feeling good in the first place
First thought wouldn't be the worst case
Scenario even tho it's not ur birthday
turn it up and celebrate like its ur birthday
(Verse 2)
Throw ya A's in the air if you lost a loved one
Go ahead and shmurda dance to it
Pour a drink for the ones locked up, incarcerated
Toast to the college students that have graduated
If you coming home from bids, man I'm glad you made it
Now let's go and turn this party out in to a celebration
Adlib
(Ready, here we go!)
(Chorusx2)
u been feeling good in the first place
First thought wouldn't be the worst case
Scenario even tho it's not ur birthday
turn up and celebrate like its ur birthday
(Break)
Uhhh, Birthday...
Uhhh, Birthday....
You been livin' in the worst way(x2)
Uhhh, Birthday
Uhhh, Birthday
You can get it in the worst way, turn up and celebrate cuz it's ya birthday
(EP)
AYYYYYYEEEE, OOOOOHHHHH(x8)
AWOL
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AWOL Da Mindwriter New York
AWOL Da Mindwriter (Aggressive Writer Outta Line) is a Hip Hop recording artist, ½ of the Hip Hop duo G & Rogan, hailing
from Great Neck, NY. His music is defined as part of his name, Mindwriter which describes a writer who professes what he writes without means of word processing.
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