[Rude Max]
this is motherfucking sickening,
i'm coughing up blood while ya'll listening
i'm glistening, and simply i'm dope to all you witnessing
i'm getting it, i pray upon the weak, they're all innocent
they'll never be content with the world they're not fitting in
i'm living in, tripping in a dark basement
it's vacant, so my demons don't escape it
i sleeping naked, a human in my own flesh
lyrically i'm god, on the beat i am so blessed
so fresh, mother fucker, here we go next
get my number from gravestoner and give me a text
last check, was a while ago
i've been digging up bones, while i'm eyeing the throne
frying my dome, it's off top buying patron
the bad moments that i live are what i write in my poems, cause
i dont give a motherfuck about anyone else
the only crew that i love's the one i rep myself
[Shadow]
Rude said, "This the Fellowship." So I embellished it.
Gave him 12 bars of unbelievably hellish spit.
Been a trouble maker, never a mellow kid.
You rappin over dubs? I'll leave a nub up where your melon sits.
I'll bite ya head off, chase it with some red sauce
Take tums my heart burns when I hear what makes your head nod
Sick excuse for something musical, Yous a loser fool
Theres no hiding behind enemy lines once this noose is pulled.
Kick the bucket, I'm ignorant in public
I'll swing the fucking gavel on the final day of Judgement
I'm a mountain of awesome, try to budge me.
I love a day full of gloom and some grunge beats
I'm a beat fiend, a melodic junky, a sucker for progression and a smoker of the skunk weed
Beat murderer, crime scene hunting
Ask me about it, I could never come clean.
[Traff The Wiz]
ill mannered, fill it, it's killing your mood swings
the futures here, rebooting, computers that lose speed
i blew out an ounce of green for rude thousand thirteen
when your whole crew was found down, drowning in the stream
huston we got a problem, missoula's the new gotham
you stupid rappers chose to be Malibu's most wanted
confused for used condoms, sought on a sonogram
your father told the doctor this was not part of your momma plan
adopted by hip hop brought kilometers away
this is the promise land i promise i wanna stay
until the last monsters slayed, Lockness to Ponderay
Flathead lake bombs away, i roll up a chronic jay
and switch form pause to play
believe the TV resetter
we be the r e z e r e c e t records
spare heezy completely of elitists
and with deezy beats no other emcees can defeat us
[Tha Fuse]
coming soooon :) sorry lol, he's gotta send em to me.. i'm too lazy to listen and type em. :)
This new EP from producer Fil Jackson will thrill fans of underground hip-hop with its dense atmospherics & a feature from rapper Lungs. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2023