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March 9, 2006
| Tekk the TycooN |
Hahhaaha...and you thought it couldn't be done,
Well here it is... let's go!
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Winned-X
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I'm livng proof that a new cat
can come up in this motherfucker & get more than a "Who's that?"
cuz Freaks was my 2nd home & now im bout to pack a few bags
& move back.& the truth's that
my names stuck here forever jus check the record books
diamond in 4 weeks when most newbs couldnt catch a second look
& due to that my names plastered beside Primes
cuz dudes' got less skill in they existence than half of my lifetime
I've moved passed jus the "nice rhymes"
cuz lifes short & i wanna make sure ive given passion with my time
i had a moment of clarity & had to deal with myself
& in the havoc of it saw that Hip-Hop was killin itself
so i explored other genres
hopin that if i knew the others then i could find the core of the monsta
thats ruinin what i love so much but hate so often
that could take away the drama but create more problems
so i did more than swith my style.I changed my agenda
& saw the true art boxed in by the frame of the picture
then i caught a glimpse of light in the midst of black
described it in detail & put my life in this chicken scratch
| I am living proof that...Art Can Be Perfected |
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trigga Trav*
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I'm a good dude in a good groove - this verse is good proof
that u can't ride on a ridah, I follow the hood's rules
so if u bring the beef, bring the heat (or) bring the beats and sounds
bring it all and u gon still have a tuff time tryna keep me down
cuz I'm steel packin (still) rappin - I'm still prime time
so when I came back before, I wasn't tryna steal Prime's time
came back to show I'm livin proof u can't keep a good man down
(came back) cuz when I say I'm not a biter, niggaz have reasonable doubt
so they compared to me Jay...but that's cool
cuz I know every freak owns a copy of Reasonable Doubt
every line is mine...every rhyme is hott that I speak from my mouth
so I could never have thoughts of spittin it lame or dissin the game
even when L. Mitch drops a shot tryna shit on my name
and his second diss had me like - 'oh, he's reachin now...so decietful, wow'
good dudes don't snake niggaz...so when I put him there, I'ma keep him down
now I'm back on top.................................
trigga Trav* the All-Star
(final FS verse...had to go out on the Anthem!)
| I am living proof that...you can't keep a good man down |
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Young Dizzle
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My niggas I'm proof that ya can achieve (what?)
Ya dreams like fresh breath niggas be relieved (ahh)
Switch speeds like I changed names from Retro
No need to call me out like a gay or metro (nope)
Cause, the needs of the few cover the many
Like Lenny covering the spread with the skinny
Stretch it out lights out a pussy knockout
Touch gloves get at her in a bedroom bout (yep)
Its about to get ugly like drug money
And If the money is wrong then ya honey is gone
So I keep paid long time like girls from saigon
it's long and strong ready to get it on (get it on)
Not the daddy dong I'm talking shotgun
Get some if you think you bout it son (get it)
Ya not Hyphee so ya wifey wants me
Cause she gas, break, dip when on top of me
It's a hustlers life that I like everynight
The Elroy puts up a fight from late to light
So I past they bikes in a black scraper
Silver inside a raider on paper (paper, paper)
2 sacks 4 notes a nigga keeps goin
The boat floats itself you gotta keep rowin
The blunt keeps blowin so what ya wanna be?
I'm a hustla nigga... ask about me
| I am living proof that...hustling is a way of life |
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xplicit conntent a.k.a E~X
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son the world won't wait but hey it fuckin should-
cuz dat kid kontent is straight fuckin hood-
whats good no Question cause............
it's murder mania-
when the burner sprayin ya'-
I'm nice wit da beef, I prefer filet mignion-
an I been on lock my name is Conn.-
On kids I'm thinkin of shittin... kon constantly contemplates the john-
when I'm fuckin ya bitch if the condom breaks it's on-
god of the fathers making kids fall like the season then rake the lawn-
bite a freak we call it treason it's like the dead awake at dawn-
george ramero-
put the gun chrome to ya dumb dome n burn ya thoughts like nero-
gangsta shit like gangsta flix wit robert danero for the danero-
smokin like it's four two zero-
I'm proof freaks got dat bomb shit like chronic in a bong it I'm a make it clear yo-
stereo typical individuals fuckin up on the scale like the batteries dying on the digitals-
we aint hospitable-
if conditions change freaks bang on critical-
put you in the hospital if ya sayn' that shit thats bull-
the pistol pull like a dutch hit-
not the one to fuck wit-
u got brains BET-
better duck quick-
cuz after a blunt to the head to dat shyt a train wrecks what I've conducted-
I'm the big dog you the runt of the litter-
I know I show my ass I stay drunk stuntin my nigga-
why in the fuck you think I always bring my gun to the shitter-
wanna fight aight I scrap like lil pieces of paper-
shit bitch flip n piss all in ya shyt like my urethra in ya face brah-
den murder you like mase was-
land of the raiders-
Tekk lets blow dis bitch back like a handfull of grenades cuzz-
you already know the pins are pulled-
lemme know when freaks bout to eat an I'll serve em up like dinner rolls-
an let the explicit picture unfold like centerfolds-
there's no way they could cut me from this team they've never seen a thug's heart pump blood that been so cold-
| I am living proof that...There is a will there is a way-
and the real ones feel what the real relay-
on the track, on ya back, when the steal go spray-
I'm freakin' sick but when I spit shit I'm still O.K.- |
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F.SOSA(COLIONE)
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My brains capacity is full of calamity
causing catastrophe off of half a E
secluded from where u bastards be, I have to be..
6'0", 220 most these lil' niggas aint half of me
so stand at me glance or seem, like its a problem witta brother
then if one gun blam im a pop em' with the other
load the toaster, toast cummin hot from my oven
on "the block safe" wit my "glock n my rubbers"
enugh materials-to-take-my-bread n "slop it wit butter"
+ i aint talkin sex when i "cock at ya mother"
am i the tightest?, YES! this here? is righ-teous-ness
strength? ten times as hard as ti-tus chest,
alotta people get shocked fast n feel creeped
cuz ever since i-got-out i still creep, steel, heat
finish the crime in enugh time to get the crib neat
then back where my kids sleep, write them rhymes dat blaze
Tellin niggas, "I'm living proof that crime do pay!!!!"
Real talk, hand on the bible while i write this message
slice like knives as weapons, mind's deceptive
grind n commit crimes n still got time expected
been locked up once n still wouldnt mind a second
time, in a cell readin time n stretchin(HaHa)
Sos went gold, had platinum, BUT NOW?, I rock a diamond necklace
| I am living proof that...crime do pay |
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wisdom
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have you ever been anxious? it's like forgettin a language,
expected to say shit at the head of a banquet
table, unable to talk-
your thoughts goin in circles like the face of a clock
breakin a sweat, wish you could wake up n stop
the nightmare, quite scared-
dono if you could make it or not, take it or not,
it's turnin me colder-
everyday life is like hurdlin boulders,
murderin soldiers,
the world won't wait-
but i got the weight of the world on my shoulders
and it presses me down, depresses me now
stressin me out, till in a second im 'bout
to lose all direction n shout..
but i keep on keepin on, dreamin on,
bein strong, even long, nights become days,
some with sunrays-
im livin proof theres more than one way
to fight your own demons and win
tune out the screamin within
even if it means to begin
all over, fall over:
get up but dont give up-
i wont give up-
the world cant wait,
and there's too much life to live up...
| I am living proof that...self instructed wisdom can free you from a self constructed prison |
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Sensei
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through the thickest surfaces, grew through thorough nourishment
over the earth I spit, murder, murderous, flow in the firmaments
P..all blessid is me, the essence, immortal eternalness
my style is ghetto, raw-rap-crack, never Pop like a kernel BITCH!
switch styles
I am the living proof you can make it no fakin
backs is breakin, when tracks i'm makin, third rail got em shakin
send shockwaves through your veins and boil ya bacon it's sacred
every line is like a fine wine and diamonds at dining time
on the finest dime, wit sheer silk, tight over breast milk
yes will show the best skill invest in the chest ill
that cause a drop in circulation and heart palpatations
break down barriers? i shatter mountains if it short out my patience
basic
the heights i reached never been challenged or plotted
i'll put cha lights out, life in black, like thousands of gothics
my scripts are not tips, but top spit and a galaxies option
to create a brave new world where fallacy's toxic
stop it!?
naw i can't i got this freaks shit in my spirit's heart
and it's sharp as a sword go through the whole board like searin darts
fear the art that i'm evokin wit dedication, can't mirror thoughts
but you might spend you whole life, through cold nights to feel the art
the Sensei is higher, desire and make you higher than hemp may
yeah I ball, style above the rim like the first days of Kemp's play
Sensei, you know the definition the rest is recollection
and the steps is uncharted, what!? a revelation's what i'm guessin
is the end product, one word, you'll OD like on Ten Products
of the rawest white, from the farest right carribean, my Zen's got em
feel Nada, of any man wit a mic and bad attitude
since i had the rule you had the rule don't reach in my latitude
i'm havin school!
got the feelin of the greatestrapper in my bones twitchin
near epileptic seizure points and more prone to itchin
in that zone where the unknown points go unshone sicknin
fuck it freaks let me explain my diction
new language, make dudes anguish, till the illy dudes famous
wit the same passion of a day one rapper wit true aimin
I am living proof that that's what's really ill
| I am living proof that...excellence is achieved through practice |
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LyricalTerrorist
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Worried wayward, always plagued by the basics
It's my nature to state this state of nature is faceless
It's all reflective and the glass is cold
Riding last alone along this path I chose
Trying to craft my soul its just me staring back in prose
And these scriptures that naturally roll
But I just wanna naturally roll, make some cash before
I actually go back to where the greenest grasses grow
I've fashioned hopes from every piece of burden,
Grown immaculate like conceiving virgins
But still I seem to worry
Its like my self esteem is blurry in each seasons fury
What's the reason for me
I need a fresh blessing
Before I can even speak my next sentence
It's a direct reference from all my frets mended
My necks bending
Like my own self's trying to attempt vengeance
Through progress rendered im trying to mend this
But it's wrong when even dying's expensive
I always sigh with regrets in this undeniable premise
My own worst enemy is inside the pride of my ending
| I am living proof that... you are your own worst enemy |
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noble
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I'm livin proof that an individual,/
Can live through the ridicule,/
When shit gits cruel n critical/
yer eyes view the grueling visuals/
Wit no further ado im givin you,/
My answer to the anthem son/
If ya got plans? Cancel 'em,/
Cuz heres ma chance n 'um,/
Bout ta Rip the mic like Hamilton/
From Uconn to Detroit,/
If yer on this freaks joint,/
Then by god you gotta spit,/
Like yer on a mission n wanna live/
Through the apocalypse,/
Original contra shit,/
minus the thirty lives/
Jus thirty lines thas worth ya time,/
So can ya git comfterbool,/
Like yer on the can fer number 2/
My shits bananas like monkey poo/
Is that a nuff a proof for some a you/
All the tough shit I muscled through,/
In the presence of each passin holiday,/
presents is missin like natalie holloway/
And I found a way to cope wit it all/
Like Hocus pocus, n hope it is gone,/
No no, I focus n mold this raw/
Energy into metaphors for yall/
Yes I stress of course it is hard/
N at best lifes a test, set at Fourth n Yard/
But I don't fold when it gets cumbersome/
There's no Colts to my head like Dungys son/
So don't believe this Freak's numbers up/
N thas my proof to the creed that im speakin of/
Now I can stop the rain, cuz ive become the sun/
| I am living proof that...You know what?, I am livin proof |
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Tekk the TycooN
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The Freaks Legacy I swore to uphold, it's poured in my soul,
put me on the Anthem it's sure to explode.
And since I'm here, y'all might as well strap on your hazardous mask,
cuz ain't no telling what's coming but I imagine it's bad.
I traveled the map, in search of an establishment that,
battled and rapped, replied and repped but only came up with crap that was wack.
Never met a man who covered half the gravel I have,
or cameled the path, on the road to a way that challenged the mass.
And since its creation Freaks been good for years, been hood for years,