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by The Mac-X Crew

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Verse 1 - E Luv Thinkin’ to myself I gotta put this back together Niggaz went they separate ways to make that fu--in’ cheddar And motherfu--az don’t be all like what the fu-- happened to Def Mute It's as simple as this, nigga it’s all about that loot But it sure wasn’t a situation where Def Mute wasn’t payin’ Believe me that’s not what I’m sayin’, Mac-X killaz don’t be playin’ We just needed sometime to grow a bit Grow apart, until we got over the childish as- shi- A mended fence here, renewed vitality there Then VoiceCrack drops an unbelievable beat and it’s like nobody fu--in’ cares I say let the past be the past If you just can’t quit grudgin’, kiss my motherfu--in’ stubborn as- You know I tried And I was tryin’ to get at y’all before one of you motherfu--az died Just to let you know what had been on my mind Find out what was up with your mentals, and why we’d decided to leave each other behind We still gonna be down, I’ll put the 9mm back in the glove Then I’ll step out the car - at this point it’s about a handshake and a hug Man how the fu-- are we still Chillin’ NDP off in mighty BG All about the blood, I guess - the Crew, BBT, the Slorgs it’s all the Team It’s hard to comprehend what the fu-- we’re liable to do The label’s reunited, and that only means one thing - Def Mute’s unstoppable Verse 2 - Earl Solow Restless fu--in’ nights, I sit in my bed Creativity lost, I need to rest my throbbin’ head Thinkin’ to myself I need to get back in the zone Then the answer hits me like da-n, I can’t do this thing alone You need the glue, that’s E Luv, a vicious lyricist pissed And GMNT also hits my list, the hardest rapper definitely not to be fu--ed wit' As usual, VoiceCrack lays the beat And that’s tough, it’s rough when you gotta showcase the tightest rapper on the street Which is me, the name’s Earl Solow if you please Yes the torch was snatched, ripped from the martyr’s corpses and delivered straight to my feet M-XC, Mac-X Crew - new millenium style 1 DJ, 3 MCs Why do all of our enemies still have them bruises on they knees? Yo I’m tired of rappin’ with words that rhyme with the letter “E” So I switch up to to the letter - vowel “A” And hit ya wit’ the shi- Mom need not listen ta for Heaven’s sake Verse 2 I did my part out of the 36 bars, 4 + 8 I had to create 1/3 of the work, niggaz was famished, that’s another track ripped off my plate Verse 3 - GMNT Thinkin’ to myself the suburban commando's gotta hit this motherfu--er hard Like I’m fu--in’ your wife and there’s only 30 seconds before you come in from the front yard Used to be TMNT, but I’m still the G GMNT the very newest addition to this team But surely not new to the game Me, E, VoiceCrack, and Solow just needed somethin’ to claim Shi-, so what’s in a name? The other 6 retired, no hatin’, so on the continuation we gonna run with this fame So here’s the warning, when steppin’ to my niggaz present or past Don’t get the Rock’s foot turned sideways and stuck straight up your roody poo candy as- That one’s for all you motherfu--ers I’m neglectin’ to mention For the sake of simplicity, don’t wanna jump in and complicate the equation Cause I don’t give a fu--, sucker duck, sissy as- cluckers Cross my family, you stuck, punk motherfu--ers Regardless the fu--less or whatever the fu-- else you wanna call your clique I still am and will always be the Terminator so let’s clear the air of all this bullshi- Mandated by Mutehead who is still at the helm Mac-X Crew tapes always hoppin’ off them shelves Why can’t ya tell? Shi-, I’m at my most deadly, whenever I’m thinkin’ to myself… E Luv: Thinkin' to Myself... Earl Solow: Thinkin' to Myself... GMNT: Thinkin' to Myself... DJ VoiceCrack: Thinkin' to Myself... E Luv: Thinkin' to Myself... Earl Solow: Thinkin' to Myself... GMNT: Thinkin' to Myself... DJ VoiceCrack: Thinkin' to Myself...
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Verse 1 - Earl Solow The motherfu--in’ Mac-X Crew Comin’ to a burb near you Aye wassup I say, what the fu-- up? We jus’ some hard niggaz Come wit’ it if you think ya bigger Or chill the fu-- out ho, take a swig of swiss miss Before you make it on my motherfu--in’ shi- list Solow’s still down with the Egregious I Don’t make me have to grab my motherfu--in’ gun Why the fu-- you punk motherfu--az gotta come wack Cause you know our shi-‘s where it’s at Earl Solow sayin’ slash and maim I’m like Bill Clinton, it’s time for change Motherfu-- the wack I ain’t walkin’ on no tacks I ain’t doin’ a motherfu--in’ thing ‘Cept sittin’ around and waitin’ for this phone to ring Chill wit’ the incredible crew Pump the bass, fu-- the treble fool Verse 2 - GMNT Click clack Wi-wack motherfu--ers get slapped I love my niggaz like Regis love pregnant white women So fu-- with this shi- if you wanna meet your end Or step back, we can be friends You won’t take the bullet for me - bitc- I’ll shoot you where you stand Cause you obviously not family That means you the enemy Psycho Deuce has merged with the E And that forms the MX-C One more time, you need to get the fu-- from around me Your stupid as- can’t hang with suburban commandos from BG Matter of fact If you think you can Come and try to take mine Motherfu--er I ain’t hard to find I park in the same parkin’ space every fu--in’ day And I drive my as- home one of three different ways But you mean-mugging, frontin’ tryin’ to make it a game I’ve go no reason to lie and no time to play Verse 3 - E Luv Motherfu--az must not see The need to not wanna bleed But that comes with the territory Whence fu--in’ wit’ the E-L-U-V And you know what, I gotta extend that to the rest of the family Def Mute Records is like an ice cube made out of gasoline We’re undeniable, we burn goin’ in, we burn comin’ out Why do you doubt the clout? I been in the game for 12 years, niggaz still trippin’ off o’ what I said For the past five years, motherfu--ers wanna see me dead Yo I didn’t get none of this song the first time But fu-- that, it’s time to interject my rhyme I spend so much time at work, I should pay the place rent VoiceCrack laced another beat, niggaz walk away lookin’ bent They just couldn’t handle it Why you wanna fu-- wit’ us, fu-- you bitc- Nobody fu--s wit’ the crew Too many connections, too many different states - you’re through Verse 4 - All GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er E Luv: It’s the war chant! E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180! GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er E Luv: It’s the war chant! E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180! GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er E Luv: It’s the war chant! E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180! GMNT: Meat locker, hurt (DJ VoiceCrack: he-- yeah!) locker - stomp the motherfu--er E Luv: It’s the war chant! E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180! GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er E Luv: It’s the war chant! E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180! GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er E Luv: It’s the war chant! E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180! GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er E Luv: It’s the war chant! E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180! GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er Earl Solow: Strife, I’m bringin’ it around baby
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GMNT: The day that Sef came to play, these niggaz rolled up and blew Sef's as- away. Earl Solow: Sef, Sef, Sef, sorry that you're very dead. Verse 1 - E Luv Sef is down The patriot's on the ground Whoever those jealous punks are, they some motherfu--in' clowns Y'all went to far, a bunch of hos actin' like hos Hoin' out, sellin' out like them po pos I warned ya not to treat me like a ho Y'all done fu--ed up now it's time for yo as- to go You shoulda checked your girlfriend Before I got a chance to fu-- 'er again So what you did was straight wack And it's all over a bitc-, shi-, get off mah back And ya know - it's a real Sef Attack Verse 1 - Earl Solow But shi- I can't believe my little niggas been hit Shot up pretty bad to the fu--in' head Right in front of my fu--in' face, he's bleedin' on the ground half dead We was just on the creep - creepin' for the hos Walkin' down the street, jus' chillin' - ya know Average Joes As I pulled Sef to cover behind a red oak I realize I'm all alone I'm on my own This shi- was wrong This shi- was unprovoked - Where's the fu--in' pay phone? Verse 1 - GMNT Ring, ring, ring - I pick it up - wassup What the flying fu--? Talk to me dawg Gunsmoke to fog Pigz to hog Slow down, quit speakin' all cryptically Tell me straight up homie Ah fu-- nah That was wrong I can't believe my boy Sef was gone Solow, where ya at nigga? Over where motherfu--er? I really need tah calm down What would you do? - ask the Dogg Pound BG Life Everyday Hey, what can I say? A lotta motherfu--az are gonna pay Come judgment day Verse 2 - Earl Solow Pullin' the trigger Won't resurrect my nigga But it'll make me feel a whole lot better To make your T-shirts redder and wetter There's no hope for the fu--ing U.S.A. So I retaliate and reparate I'm sprayin' in the U.S. Slay You've just become my pin cushion - please except your fate Cause you expected Sef's I'm sick of the game and tired of the senseless deaths The body count keeps goin' up Cause nobody gives a fu-- Now I don't, so you stuck I like the sight of blood And constantly pack a gun One of the hardest motherfu--ers alive - I don't never be drownin' in no floods Of bullets Cause I'm down for the times we in the deepest of shi- So I put my kickers on And my vest Top hat and holster packin' a six shooter like we in the old west Shoot you in the head and I laugh Then I masturbate in your blood bath Who cares if I go out, I'm just a souljah It's all about takin' more witcha Verse 2 - GMNT Yeah I hear that And I got ya back As we enter the battle zone Four cars on a procession to your home Like a funeral, the one I'm anticipatin' Of such a good friend That had nothin' to do with this Now I gotta shoot you up with this When will you learn that when you start with this It ends with this And yo family's gonna miss Yo as- When I finish my barrage of blasts You ask, am I scared tonight? Da-n right - I'm prayin' I don't go back down the pipe I'm so fu--in' pissed I think I missed Mac-X Crew is now in this bitc- War was waged when you waged on my clique I'm crazed And Sef was not just another death, I was fazed This ordeal seems to be stingin' like mace Maybe it's because I got shot in the arm when I stepped in the place And it ain't about the spankin - I got another - arm so like the Terminator, I'm scopin', I'm blastin' on you motherfu--ers Niggaz be fallin' but we gotta do it right So I call the vet to the fight Verse 3 - ALL Earl Solow: E Luv, where ya @?! Verse 3 - E Luv I’m not here, I’m on the go Tryin’ to get me some money or fu-- me a ho Or maybe I’m out hoopin’, probably in the zone So just leave your name and number at the motherfu--in’ tone Verse 3 - GMNT Aye yo E, this is GMNT and we got a problem Solow and Sef someone ran up and shot ‘em They popped Sef, yeah they got Sef no doubt Those punk motherfu--az would’ve got Solow too if he didn’t break the fu-- out Verse 3 - Earl Solow Awe G, man Look at your arm - you bleeding Them cops must’ve heard them gunshots we bust on they crew Fu-- them motherfu--az we need to regroup Verse 3 - E Luv Who be pagin' me At this number, you done and reached the E-L-U-V And the E's not a happy camper G Let's bump these niggaz and get the fu-- out Now I'm down I need tah know, is you down? (GMNT: Yup!) Smooth, grab the guns and let's take these fools to town The crew's like the Bears, we so hype Workin' together, common cause cappin' all these niggas tonight Walkin' in the spot with a hand on my dick The other's strokin' nine millie - I count sixteen in the clip I didn't think I could do it But once you dumb fu--s stepped and blew it I knew it Had to be done So lemme tell ya about my gun It's an eye for an eye, so I pack my steel The OG's know the deal Why front like you're hard if it ain't for real? I guess you could say I liked it and could do it again But next time let's pop some o' those fu--in' politicians Yo there really is a happy endin' to this shi--y ordeal So as away from the murder scene we peeled Flatline started perkin' up No thanks to you jerk-offs Cause Sef 4:10 You bitc-es, that motherfu--er's back again
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Hook - E Luv and Earl Solow The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up Verse 1 - GMNT Why the fu-- did I wake up? Why didn't I die? Why oh why? Man oh man, why? Why the fu-- did I wake up? And why the fu-- did I leave the house without my gun? I have the feelin' I'm gonna get eatin' alive Outside on an omen filled day, why? I don't know, I feel like a ho But I'm out da partment, on my way - might as well go To check out the spot Well the spot was on and this bitc- was hot Little did I know hangin' out wit' this ho could get me shot So I'm real, I spit game to this bitc- Just my luck, she didn't speak no fu--ing English She only knew words like no and yes So I felt like givin' that perky booty a test Cause this girl was foine and I knew she knew the word sex Best to where protection cause the next pussy could be hexed And cause they don't check I ain't tryin to hear gettin' wrecked With the death sentence Cause some o' these bitc-es know they should have rinsed I'm out my element Claimin' that this bitc- was Heaven sent With that Orchid titty pair And that curled, pretty hair I couldn't shake her stare Any other bitc-, fu-- off, I don't care She's the one, I think I love her Sleazy yet tight, there could be no other My dick was callin' it wanted to fu-- her A European bitc-, complete with crotch fur Her name was Claudia from the Czech Republic So I said to Claudia it looks like you need a big dick Between your thighs We'll merge as I gaze into your eyes So she grabbed my crotch and started gropin' This bitc- was a freak and I was definitely hopin' To get it on I in my mindset was gone She had a handle to lead me by as seen by my erection She'll swallow up my other head And from loss of blood, I'll be brain dead Oh, a Penthouse Pet A virginal, pure sex vet And she's wet Yearnin' for my dick in the cat So we were gonna fu-- And this bitc- began to suck Did I mention she sucked well She sucked the nuts through my shaft as far as I can tell Then these niggaz busted in, what the he--? I felt like R. Kelly Messin' wit' Mr. Big's girl But I'm a real nigga and this bitc- had rocked my world All pride aside, da-n these fu--in' white girls  - nothin' but trouble Just wanted to burst in her bubble I guess the day could have been good if for lack of pussy Fu-- me I'm thrown head first into her shoes And those niggaz were packin' pumps too It's kinda funny, we almost screwed, and now we're screwed Why'd I wake, I have the feelin' I'm gonna lose So we got outta bed and booked I'm still quivering from all my energy she took And these niggaz was on our heals Niggaz that kill Niggaz wit' skillz These niggaz were for real Now I'm fu--in' duckin' bullets This is bullshi- Where the fu-- are we? This is her home and what does that mean to me? She doesn't talk much But I grabbed her wrist and it was soft to the touch Those powerful lips Makes my dick wanna melt in her hips As well as her hand I guess I was her man But dodgin' these fu--in' bullets is gettin' old Half naked - We're runnin', I don't know if we can make it To civilization And I'm losin' my patience Fu-- this shi-, I don't care I don't give a fu--, I ain't dyin' in my underwear I wanna fight back Fu-- this runnin' shi- that's wack It was probably her daddy Probably doesn't like black people So I'm goin' crazy Just then she sticks my hand inside her pussy We're in an alley Where no one can see Ho starts movin' around What the fu-- are you doin' we gotta get lost before we're found Bitc-, this is not the time I think I'm gonna fu--in' die Blue balls will forever be mine And AK 47 was the kind Barrel of one was pressed to my temple Bitc- please, I released Claudia and backed away so simple I'm dead Just then, they hit me over the head I woke up once again in Claudia's fu--in' bed And on my dick was a lipstick ring of red She's beside me Then gets on me and starts to ride me I've been kidnapped by this dangerous dame But why is she tryin' to play these games Not so passive after all This ho was workin' my as- off raw I feel like Shaft when he went to Africa With all these different motherfu--ers after ya I put the bitc- to sleep She couldn't handle old GMNT But now I'm a daddy Bitc-! She got pregnant - Shi-! I knew the day was gonna be fu--ed up Why’d I wake up? Hook - E Luv and Earl Solow The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up The day’s fu--ed up - I don’t wanna wake up
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Verse 1 - Earl Solow First of all, your God wasn’t mine in Africa So quit tellin’ me I’m a sinner cause I don’t subscribe to that Fu-- that, fu-- you, who the fu-- are you? To think you can tell me what the fu-- to do To think you can tell me who the fu-- to be Didn’t you used to get smashed and fu-- bitc-es back in BG And you wasn’t about consummatin’ a marriage for shi- The only thing you were married to was the next bitc- to ride your dick I despise all of you punk as- hypocrites With all of your off the wall antics Then fall back on the word when you think it’s convenient You punk motherfu--ers need to quit Now you got the right to tell me to put my faith in Something you shun, you basically spit in You didn’t give a shi- when You could give a fu-- less currently now or even then But now you’re saved, called to the indignation As you sweat in tears, parading in front of the congregation I could never wear a cross around my neck Or put one on my wall for posterity The things I’ve seen you motherfu--ers do - ain’t nothing sacred I’ve even seen her take off her wedding ring Am I sayin' I’m a perfect man? There was a time I was religious, way back when Back in the day I used to say it went God then me in that order so I guess I am Now that I lost the theology everybody wants to say I’m da-ned It wasn’t planned, but I’ve had just about enough Of the “I can fu-- up all week, but on Sunday I’m good” stuff From that madness, I had to get away So much of this shi- is flawed, I‘m not even sure this world should be saved - Bless the track Verse 2 - GMNT Where the fu-- was God when my homie got smoked? Is this just some motherfu--in’ hoax - a fu--in’ joke? I screamed his name, my love for him was genuine I really tried to live in his image Why does he put us here and expect us not to do wrong? Didn’t he make it possible for us to not get along? By my calculation it’s all his fault anyway, I know you didn’t ask me Just trace the shi- back via the transitive property of geometry And let GMNT the P-O-P-E, continue to preach It wasn’t the devil’s fault I sought to kill off that son of a bitc- Sure wasn’t the lack of God in my life either I know the difference between good and bad, but why bother The nigga they took out was like a brother - that wasn’t right So I took some ownership of the situation and personally took up the fight Three more niggas dead, just the other night My own good won out after all because of automatic personal might Even though two wrongs don’t make a right, but ain’t nobody left Cause right about now, I think I cleared out they whole fu--in’ sett You was avenged my nigga, I did my job And who’s to say I wasn’t the harbinger sent by God? How are my methods any different than capital punishment? I used manmade law/took supernatural into my own hands It ain’t shi-, motherfu--ers do it every day Killin’ in the name Or neglectin the word, pickin’ it up when it applies Proves your case and turns my interpretation into lies Words of contradiction used to control mortals I believe it’s all fiction - really long books of morals Cause you know how we always gotta have something to believe in Something to fall back on to explain shi- when it’s just too hard to keep thinkin’ - Bless the track Verse 3 - E Luv Do I believe in God? In a word, no, what, you find that kinda odd? Back off - organized motherfu--in’ religion is just not for me Okay which God do you wish for me to die off and see The one you interpreted to say all this I guess your interpretation’s where it’s at I believe in one force I call it True Love, but motherfu--ers can’t respect that - you call it wack Everybody wants to prove me wrong, but you can’t - you want me to conform And this is so much more than me just not wanting to follow the norm The whole rest of the world believes in something pretty seriously I’m not about to balk on these feelings, isn’t it eerie some call it blasphemy No matter how much good I do, because I don’t believe in you I’m treated like I don’t know what the fu-- I’m doing - always being talked to - Talked at Right about now, everybody needs to step the fu-- back This preacher once told me that when I die I should expect my as- to burn twice Unless I give myself over God and take Jesus Christ As my personal lord and savior - now isn’t that just nice What the fu-- are they gonna do after the first time - reapply my fu--in’ skin Fu-- all that, it’s another inaccuracy, straight bullshi- What if in my heart, I truly felt I was Jewish or Muslim Does that mean because I don’t follow one, my afterlife is nonexistent - it’s dim? If so, I ask the steadfast and righteous - which one is right? Hold up, lemme bring bitc- as- Osama Bin Laden to this fight Then we can debate this thing the whole fu--in’ night We’ll find more similarities than differences which in itself is tight You don’t necessarily want to go into the light at the end of the tunnel Ask the Native Americans how bright it was under someone else’s control - Bless the track
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Verse 1 - GMNT I be the hardest That means I keep the guns and shi- Fools wanna cry they wanna pout - fu--in’ punks up is a passion I be wearin’ motherfu--ers out like they as- was last year’s fashion Why do I act this way?  Why don’t I grow up? I’m tryin’ to survive another day - I don’t give a flyin‘ fu-- I’m still a part of that 18-25 year age bracket Young black males always seem to have a problem with that shi- But I take that back, this is not a fu--in’ act Think I’m bullshi--in’, you motherfu--ers are smokin’ crack Hard is a mentality and you just ain’t got it Deal with my skillz or get dealt wit’ Simply put don’t fu-- wit’ G Or the remainder of the motherfu--in’ M-XC I’m speaking of the E and solow - they where it’s at Can’t forget the hype production of DJ VoiceCrack For everybody else, I put the pressure on these niggaz Def Mute Records 2002 it don’t get no bigger Until 2003 and on until infinity Someone still wanna prove they can bang harder than me You need to shut the fu-- up, take yo as- on to Burger King Go somewhere wit’ all that this is the Terminator GMNT And that is spelled H-A-R-D Hook - All GMNT: I be the Hardest! Earl Solow: I be the Tightest! E Luv: I be the Vicious! DJ VoiceCrack: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... Verse 2 - Earl Solow I be the tightest Would you expect anything less From a high-pitched motherfu--er straight out the midwest I came into this with the expectation of runnin’ thangs Been in the game since ’94, da-n, and ain’t nuttin’ changed Them doubters wanna hate, and them haters wanna fight But with these lyrics so tight I be fu--in’ ‘em up every night This is our profession, shi- what you expect us to do Just sit back - rest assured I’ll rip the mic on behalf of the Mac-X Crew We drop EPs on the weekend that circumvent fools whole albums So what the fu-- you think’s gonna happen when I drop 18 big ones Niggaz swingin’ on my nuts, but then again who ain’t My album will be out in a few so you motherfu--ers are gonna have to wait But for now I gotta break up the rhyme And hit you wit’ that lazy flow just one more time I be the motherfu--in’ mastermind Twistin’ our enemies up and down entwined inside a vine Or is it a spider web - perhaps a fishnet Ensnarin’ clammy styled suckas like tuna they all be wet And I am set to flow with the best Snatchin’ respect, I already passed the test There you have it from Earl Solow AKA Mr. Earl Solitary Yo get my last name right, spell it correctly - that goes T-I-G-H-T Hook - All GMNT: I be the Hardest! Earl Solow: I be the Tightest! E Luv: I be the Vicious! DJ VoiceCrack: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... Verse 3 - E Luv I be the vicious None other than the Egregious I Sometimes I go by the name of E Luv It doesn’t matter the end result's the same Other motherfu--ers are wack and I got mad game I’m like anal sex up the butt Once I fu-- shi- up And will continue to do so Cause there always seems to be someone tryin’ to play us like hos The operative words being “tryin’ to” still couldn’t get the job done You know what, fu-- all those motherfu--ers - my rep weighs about a ton The accumulation of these lightweights Outnumber me but lookin’ scared like they was on a first date I be the OG at the age of 24 Seniority comes quick in life and with Def Mute I’m still at the core My wisdom comes from years of quick wit And from the fact of the matter, I know longer take any shi- From anybody - man or bitc- The fact of the matter, your as- would still fit that ditch Right off of highway 94 and Dundee There’s just too many witnesses at the intersection of Dundee and highway 53 But we all from BG - we got the certification called lack of patience Mac-X Crew’s deep I doubt you wanna test the vicious Hook - All GMNT: I be the Hardest! Earl Solow: I be the Tightest! E Luv: I be the Vicious!
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g-dub: When they say a raise in taxes will help the country recover - not over my dead body will they raise your taxes! E Luv: Ha, ha - yeah okay.... Verse 1 - E Luv Thought I could go a whole album without a dis Guess not, now I got hit up some sons of bitc-es And I’m not about to sugar coat this at all I think george bush is the first that must fall It’s the hunt of the republiklan Fu-- it, wipe all those politicians from the land So I said it, I hear the cheers of unlikely fans Now I choose sides, shut the fu-- up Taliban I’ll address those motherfu--ers in a little bit First things first, much worst, the conspiracy that’s hidden How the fu-- do we go from a boomin’ economy To times of no jobs - no work and ain’t nobody got no money How does something like that happen? Can you figure it out on your own or should I continue rappin’? The answer’s not that puzzling after all, let me plead my case Definitely not as puzzling as that constant look on bush’s face Come on now, for real - he doesn’t seem to be very intelligent But it doesn’t take a whole lot of brains to be a good war president Notice strong emphasis on church and religion Where was all this God-talk with his alcoholic indecisions? A couple songs ago I said let the past be the past You stupid motherfu--ers voted his bitc- as- in, but alas Would Al Gore have faired any better? Or would there still be gridlock and even more stormy weather Hard to tell at this point thousands of motherfu--ers are dead son And minorities still make up eighty percent of the prisons Being only 10% of the population I look at my child, I look at my family - don’t wanna have to pick up the gun But ain’t a da-n fu--in’ thing changed The world could be peaceful tomorrow, if we wanted, a much better place For the past five years your company’s posted a loss But your ceo continues to receive his bonus The clock stryx 1-2-3-6 Another late night - I’m on some late night shi- And VoiceCrack sees me on the political tip So he throws on some emotional beat I begin to rip And I’m rappin’ some serious shi-, no time for fun Subsequently, my work is far from done Over there in the bed I look at my son I have got to be a good father; I have got to be The Egregious I Verse 2 - E Luv Yeah, verse one was a complaint But I’m not about to leave ya hangin’ I plan to site a solution to the problem I’m not one of those rappers that’s constantly bitc-in’ Don’t get me wrong, my as- is paid, and paid very well But it’s not about me right now, it’s about those hos sending anthrax in the mail Let’s be completely frank and honest about this one We’ve got another reason for a presence in the Middle East again And that in itself’s worth barrels of oil by the ton Personally I say go solar, it’s cleaner and this’d be done True we lost thousands in the towers which is sad - it’s tragic Now everybody wants to scream USA, which is bullshi- All under a guise of hate Half of you motherfu--ers can’t wait to steal the food off my da-n plate I have and will always do my own thing Can’t manipulate my boos and cheers like this was wrestling I’m too old for crap - well past any and all of that Eyesight trained on the gray between the white and the black They also hate minority races, lesbians, and gays For no apparent reason so what’s another group to hate I will give ‘em this, they were fightin’ for what they believe in So on an American; I guess it’s just become open season To be completely honest, that shi- ain’t nothin’ new To me or anybody else down with The Mac-X Crew Welcome to my world you’re realizin’ your worst fears But social deviants been going through this shi- for years Only nobody cared at the time and to a certain extent, still don’t Prove me wrong; what’s the difference between crack rock and powdered coke They sent that before any terrorist from a foreign land And you think weapons grade anthrax is bad - don’t make me laugh But you all know these answers You just won’t listen until you lose your loved ones The clock stryx 1-2-3-6 Another late night - I’m on some late night shi- And VoiceCrack sees me on the political tip So he throws on some emotional beat I begin to rip And I’m rappin’ some serious shi-, no time for fun Subsequently, my work is far from done Over there in the bed I look at my son I have got to be a good father; I’ve got to be The Egregious I Verse 3 - E Luv I got my education, but even more than that I respect ideals, fu-- toleratin’ - that shi- is wack I don’t want nobody tolerating me That only means that they put up with the E-L-U-V Therein lies the disrespect And in disrespect lies your death at the intercept Some just don’t hold life in the same regard as others So for my happiness, I should kill off all you punk motherfu--ers Our president is full of that bullshi- The rest of our strong government can suck on my flaccid dick The selfish populace happens to be crazy And the rest of the planet is just fu--in’ shady It’s forever night because all I ever see are dark days Guess I might not have it any other way I wouldn’t have anything to talk about without the negativity Refuse to be controlled by another’s vision of positivity Live your life, let me live mine Don’t fu-- wit’ The E and everything’ll be fine That means don’t fu-- wit’ my money; don’t fu-- wit’ my lady Don’t fu-- wit’ the M-XC, and don’t fu-- wit’ my family But to insure that, I’ll continue to vote When times get down, I will never lose hope I’ll keep workin’ hard to create this dope And I’ll make for da-n sure I’ll never have to worry about droppin’ the soap Be true to yourself And try to figure out a way to accumulate this wealth Of knowledge, of power, of figures Never stop learning my trade until that collection gets bigger Cause after inside and out, I learn the game Then and only then can I be the sole person who can take it away And I don’t plan on losing one red motherfu--in’ cent It’s okay to splurge, but put the majority in investment The clock stryx 1-2-3-6 Another late night - I’m on some late night shi- And VoiceCrack sees me on the political tip So he throws on some emotional beat I begin to rip And I’m rappin’ some serious shi-, no time for fun Subsequently, my work is far from done Over there in the bed I look at my son I have got to be a good father; I have got to be The Egregious I
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Homage 04:08
Verse 1 - E Luv I heard it said that BG wasn't shi- As if any motherfu--in' hood could fu-- with it Come to mine and talk that talk, as- hole VoiceCrack’ll time how fast you walk that walk your as- home If you can even escape the gauntlet The niggaz and mesicans in Wheeling are quick to claim a set Don't forget the Vice Lords and Muslims own Palatine Step to the skaters in Arlington Heights and it's Hammertime I can't help it if we're hype, hardcore, phat and all that And your hood is weak, watered down, second hand wack crap I put BG on the map And you got jealous see That's the difference between you and me You be comin' with that played out done 50K time bullshi- style With ganked or same ol' same beats that could only impress a child See E Luv be comin' wit' funky dope fresh BG Style Now Terminator X ain't the only one buck whylin'  - in dough That we spend on White Castles, comics, and G.I. Joes We're not constipated but you could say we're the shi-, Cause we don't need guns to be hard We got big dicks, The whole nine yards I pay my Homage Verse 2 - Earl Solow Buffalo Grove, strictly representin' All non-believers be bullshi--in' This song's about my home So to this dope beat, I recite my poem recka lecka mic check Earl Solow tantalizes deck pecks Whatever the fu-- that just meant My flow don't need to make sense as long as it pays my rent Nobody's got the hypest lyrics this side of Earl Solow Think so, you're gonna bleed in your tub Rub-a-dub dub The game's under control, put in the scrubs To finish - fu-- your best up Can't nobody step to this clique Unless you wanna eat a phat dick Which must be real sick But it's all because your rhymes are shi- It's nothin' but this everyday life I live Hittin' niggaz in they head with bricks Even though I got a lotta luv to give This is only for you fools on my dick Cause livin' in BG ain't no prayer Truth or dare Would you give a fu--, could you care Motherfu--ers are always in my hair But these bitc-es just can't defile That BG Style I pay my Homage Verse 3 - GMNT Verse three Back in the day Willy T And GMNT we were some G's Not some BG's Baby gangsters weren't aloud on this family tree You had to be real For real How ya feel All ya suckas be slippin' on banana peels Y'all know what the fu-- it's about It's every man for himself in BG so count On bein' tookin' out By a looney motherfu--er incorporated But if you're down with me, you'll never get faded If not prepare to get check mated I mean masturbated Jacked off Cause you slacked off When we told ya to back off Niggaz is so crazy and it don't stop All cause you had to be hard And when your crew left, I guess I caught you of guard Check I simply laid you down like a bitc- in the yard Your technique sucks, you're slow like lard Nobody can get with these suburban commandos You're already in the red zone So I put cha in an ultra combo Nigga, I pay my Homage
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Verse 1 - E Luv Commence the procession (slight pause) My library's stocked with the concession Of so many formidable adversaries Good competitors yes Yet some bigger fu--in' fairies Who just couldn't hang Wit' my type of nut swang Swayin' these punk motherfu--ers up out the way And that's just the defense of my crown upon judgment day But they still choose to try and take away my good thang And they naturally failed Their train was derailed As it jumped the da-n tracks and flew into a fu--in' car Not very far from Mars Yeah, nigga I know I'm universal Primordial and cordial Highly rated controversial From atop my pedestal, I stand very tall Don't ever count on my downfall It's a dream of theirs, I'm turnin' into a nightmare Fu-- wit' my title, don't you motherfu--in' dare Get out my hair Shi-, fu--in' wit' The Egregious I really ain't fair Bein' in my mere presence is a privilege I'll ho your bitc- as- out so chivalrously I need it bad, they just can't fu-- wit' me So I kick it on the 1-2-3-2-1 The E cain't stop until his work is done But December is the month that we play We killed Santa Claus and the elves we slayed Ho ho ho, did jah miss us? But now we're back - I'm rappin' the present for Christmas I want to rest the mind and soul, the troubles arise still I let the pain in jarring strength, and grab my gun to kill Motherfu--ers step up - motherfu--ers get shot That's just the price we pay and in jail you rot Can't just let the track run out Shi- still needs to be addressed Yeah I said it what's next Another motherfu--er takes me outta text Cause those fools - so called challengers aren't in sync And never can be To tackle my killer instinct They're better off with Vaseline in the clink Then fu--in' wit' the E Verse 2 - Earl Solow Nigga don’t fu-- wit’ me I’m not your G Fool you don’t know me Don’t consider me your homie I can’t talk, all I do is rap Silent but deadly, cause it’s like that And I’m back up on the mic for the third time, the fourth time I don’t give a fu--, it’s my time and you on it Like lice on a warty dick all over Like your puke when you ain’t sober On the mic motherfu--er is the right motherfu--er for the job VoiceCrack’s beats are absorbin’ their acid like the blob Earl Solow, rappin' once again wit' my nigga E Think you can fu-- wit' this, motherfu--er nigga please Psycho Deuce up in this bitc- E Luv, VoiceCrack, and GMNT are the niggaz we enlist We crew deep and you have to be to stay alive Even though all by my lonesome I'm pretty much fine Cause the first rule of killer instinct is be ready to survive Words to live by When heeded, motherfu--ers never die It's the realness Cause survival is the family business Def Mute labelmates will run this For infinity Supportin' each other, especially Mutehead Jenkins, the Mighty Real nigga true homie And don't cha'll motherfu--ers act like y'all don't know me You want some o' dis, show me The ice water runnin' through your veins Ah-ah but second rule:  Don't give nobody no leeway Give 'em an inch, shi-, they'll take a mile You motherfu--ers need to have a coke and a smile Shut the fu-- up, Solow's goin' in for the kill Rule three:  If I don't take it, somebody else surely will And I need it kid, I want it bad Back the fu-- off, punk, I was almost your dad Peace goin' out to my home boy Lonnie Together we ain't got no time for no fu--in' rookies Lyrically superior I'm in it for the money And much due respect I truly deserve Cocky as shi-, backin' it all up like reverb But I truly hope my KI touched a nerve Verse 3 - GMNT What we all got in common? E Luv, DJ VoiceCrack, Mighty Mutehead amen The Chicago Bears Don't forget the Psycho Deuce That vicious D Provide by the Killer Instinct And who better to rap about it than GMNT, you see I caught a lotta flack with my rap about 1-2-3 Well A-B what the motherfu--, you cain't C me The Terminator and his lyrical tyranny I go crazy Berserker method Is my secret lethal weapon Cause when you try to fu-- wit' mines, once again it's on And you know I ain't gon' stop still all the shi-s done Call me stubborn - call me competitive All your bullshi- advice is startin' to get repetitive I know where I am, I know who I am You oughta know I'm capable of that shi- that'll make you go da-n I'm limited only By the infinite possibilities that I can hurt your body Your whole fu--in' existence is shoddy I'm talkin' you have no direction as far as I can see I see what I want - I work hard to get it But it's gettin' harder with punk motherfu--ers always tryin' to take your shi- Not lettin' things be Fu--in' wit' this insatiable, unstable, hand rockin' the cradle GMNT But it's inexperience Cause that lesson last album I think you missed Or else you'd be hesitant Instead of a pest ever prevalent You're a punk as- ho And I'm the Suburban Commando motherfu--az can’t stay They all wanna scream out mayday When it comes to payday Then I commence the melee So you better think about the killer instinct It’s what E’s son’s named for And I can let you in the door Yet ya still wanna test Ya still wanna try I ask why? Then I think KI You'll die
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Verse 1 - Earl Solow Motherfu--ers what? Swingin’ on my nutz Tryin’ to pull the motherfu--ers off - you fools must think I’m soft Because I be the tightest You had to go and write that shi- You wanted Solow, you got Solow My guns in your mouth - my dick in your bitc- throat Now I gotta bring your Momma into this You runnin’ around hidin’ actin’ like a little bitc- Continue to talk that shi- what you about I’ll just use the rest of your family to bring yo punk as- out Who does, I don’t give a fu-- you was in the services So is your sex starved bitc- Pull my dick out her butt, smack the whore in the face When your tongue hits the pearly whites tell me how’s Earl Solow dick taste? Man fu-- this nigga, I feel sorry for your bastard kids Kid or kids - I don’t know no specifics, I don’t give a shi- You crossed the family - fu-- that, that’s it This is the clique, I warned you nigga you shoulda quit I be the Solow rapper, Mr. Earl Solitary The only thing holding G back from puttin’ your as- in the cemetery Yo I heard from the E that you been talkin’ some smack about me Tryin’ to start some shi-, nigga please - you’re out your league Verbally, lyrically, physically Nigga, you need to get over all this motherfu--in’ penis envy Somethings you just cannot be My equal, my superior, or any part of the MX-C Would you take a bullet for your homie - who you wit? Oh no you hesitatin’, you already failed the initiation - bitc-, I already took six Verse 2 - Earl Solow Motherfu--ers what? Swingin’ on my nutz Tryin’ to pull the motherfu--ers off - you fools must think I’m soft Because I be the tightest You had to go and write that shi- You wanted Solow, you got Solow My guns in your mouth - my dick in your bitc- throat Man I told ya, you didn’t wanna get your feelings hurt You may wanna change your pants - change ya shirt Bloodied ya up a little bit - ya pissed your pants You wanted this beef nigga so we gave ya the chance I know you can’t ball So let’s save the ball till ya part - you should just fall Street law says there cannot be two at the top There can be only one, your head’ll get chopped Oh yeah, I got you fu--ed up but you done We did this dis on the weekend, we do this shi- for fun How you gonna come against us? We bigtime big baby, little Tommy Norris Couldn’t get his way tears flowin, poutin’ he starts to fuss Pledge will wipe the ashes away the ashes are gone this nigga is dust - dusted off Wait wait wait, hol’ up While VoiceCrack got this bad as- beat bangin’ It’s time to stop singin’ and start swingin’ On you other motherfu--az who be perpetratin’ E Luv won’t say it but I will, let’s say I do some housecleaning Spring to the front of the line After all the E did for you - now you ain’t got no time Okay fine - from this moment forward Fu-- all you motherfu--ers, for all we care you fools can die Verse 3 - Earl Solow Motherfu--ers what? Swingin’ on my nutz Tryin’ to pull the motherfu--ers off - you fools must think I’m soft Because I be the tightest You had to go and write that shi- You wanted Solow, you got Solow My guns in your mouth - my dick in your bitc- throat If I have to, I’ll build this shi- from the bottom up We’re rappers without borders and the rest of you are just punk motherfu--s Back on HTML, how you gon’ write some shi- like that And think your as- ain’t gon’ get wacked Then from Jimmy Blades retaliation you got slapped Punk Legend didn’t even bus’ back Fu-- that nigga, he ain’t even worth no more mentionin’ Time to bus’ caps on your punk as- friends If they feel the need they wanna step the fu-- up Probably not, cause those punk motherfu--az don’t wanna get bucked I’d like to see you fools try to slap somebody in Buffalo Grove Them Niggaz cain’t fu-- wit’ suburban commandos Look I don’t give a fu-- what I may or may not have said These niggas about to get shot in the fu--in’ head Right or wrong, that don’t matter right about now There’s fixin’ to be some dead scum as- fools scattered in the lost and found I know I said I would say anything else But I don’t feel he was punked enough, so here you go HTML I just want one shot at you paper title After I rip that shi- the rest of your signs’ll start looking vital Oh well, I’m done with this fu--in’ song - these be the words of Earl Solow HTML, your Mom looks real good in that dress, peep the website AND new video
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Verse 1 - GMNT Shot I, some thought I was dead and gone I guess you thought wrong Get cut - by the motherfu--in' razor Which is sharp and piercing like a laser Motherfu--er slice the razor GMNT is unfadeable and boomin' like a quasar Buffalo Grove! Whut? - that's my home Dis my crew, dis my set From Buffalo Grove I gotta flash my chrome to your dome Stand the fu-- up for your home Yeah it's that G They say they ain’t heard about the M-XC Let’s not be a fool I know I'm amazing - bitc-, don't drool So many minions doubt the skillz Got me back on my heels Verse 2 - Earl Solow If I say you ain't shi- You ain't shi- But a bitc- That deserve to get put in a ditch Cause Earl Solow’s back on this And not to be missed That I said Def Mute'll run this For infinity With labelmates supportin' each other and niggas clockin g's Buffalo Grove's the town With that BG style and these tight beats just breakin' down Out my waters not out my element Motherfu--ers around the world be actin' he--a bent And they must have been twisted When they decided to dis this But like their bitc-es These niggas loggin these misses Shootin' them blanks cause they fakes And them fakes is always on the take But they must be shook Cause they just got took out Verse 2 - GMNT Them motherfu--ers should've been lookin' out Watchin' they back - mindin' they own Now they lyin' around Bleedin' cause of an axe handle to the dome Verse 3 - E Luv III shots in the dark And now I find myself runnin' through the park Awe man, what happenned That started all this cappin' Cause niggaz was trippin' Maybe it was my rappin' The lights went out And there went my clout So a stage dive Was the only way that I could stay alive They on my as- And I'm runnin' like a bitc- through this wet grass I just wanted to give 'em a taste of Chicago But you know punk as- niggaz always act like hos At shows Where everybody goes To have a good time Then they start fu--in' up cause they cain't fade mine Then the show stops, power goes out, and there goes my rhyme And you find The vicious lyricist is losin' his mind Usually you'll find the E in the place to be Other times niggaz is tryin' to kill me In an attempt to ban the E-L-U-V Yeah they wish Trippin' wit' the fu--aroundaholiX Do they need an attention getter Because I always seem to get they girl's panties wetter Wit' that tantilizin' flow that your girl never misses I guess that's why she's got all my albums And when she's with you, I know I'm the subject of many happy ejaculations Verse 3 - GMNT Motherfu--as don't get cut off by the EJ You'll leave Buffalo Grove with a bullet in your fu--in' head And one all up in yo as- BG niggas are niggas that blast Def Mute, peace to Mutehead Step to my labelmates and wind up dead We're long and hard and all that We come strong with the hype music that's phat
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Street Cred 04:47
Verse 1 - E Luv I need that street cred, I need that validation Punk motherfu--ers tryin’ to kill me even foreign fu--in’ nations So what the fu-- am I supposed to do now Shi-, I ain’t about to have no motherfu--in’ cow I’m ‘bout to grab my gat, I’m bout to strap that shi- up Motherfu--ers, now I’m layin’ in the cut Wit’ my niggaz Now I’m about 24 times bigger How the fu-- you figure You could come against me and I wouldn’t pull the fu--in’ trigger Verse 2 - GMNT VoiceCrack in the kitchen, that nigga chefin’ it Combining it hard with the fresh real shi- , we always wanna spit What the fu--? We need a teaspoon of the E, and a helping of Solow which measures about a cup That’s how the fu-- we make the money man GMNT hits the mic hard do you motherfu--in’ understand? And it sounds just so nice The flavor’s sick, it tastes something like pancakes, corn, and rice   Verse 3 - Earl Solow Yo you gotta pardon me - Mr. Earl Solitary My mouth’s so numb - just got back from getting a filling I’m always getting cavities Cause my motherfu--in’ lyrics just be too sweet Iambic pentameter I grip the beat So there you have it - ILLegalities With this 13th track, we get the cred from the street Scratch that, we snatched that Fu-- that wack rap Easy as 1-2-3, we pin your shoulders flat to the mat
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Corey Siers.  Rest in Peace. I promised that you would get the dedication on the next project. You were too young. Fu-- them Motherfu--ers 180. E Luv
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E Luv: It's another album. GMNT: Nigga's voices gone and shi-. E Luv: Now you know we couldn't have gotten out of here without a Solow shot. GMNT: Ah yeah! DJ Voicecrack: Preview! Verse 1 - Earl Solow Two Verse Two Earl Solow from The Mac-X Crew And who knew? Motherfu--ers don't have clue Don't know what to do It's all about Def Mute I call it record label #2 2nd Greatest Record Label that's In this day and age 'Cause everybody else is claimin' #1 And supposedly at the top, there's saturation So I sit back And proact To the fact That what these niggaz lack Is longevity I watch 'em rise and fall but I'm floatin' in zero gravity And cain't nobody be Steppin' to me Or Def Mute sittin' comfortably At a number you went clear through Fu-- it, make that loot Two Verse Two

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Def Mute Records is proud to announce the official release of The Mac-X Crew's all new 2nd studio album ILLegalities. The reformation of this classic group finds itself with a familiar yet formidable quartet of individuals. GMNT, Earl Solow, E Luv, and DJ VoiceCrack had collaborated on a number of projects over the years, so now, they finally bring it together in legendary capacity. This album is best described as raw - with each member rapping to outdo the other. Featuring newer technology, the production is but a welcome precursor of what is to come from the label. The M-XC leaves an indelible black eye on the music scene with an album that takes Rap back to its Xplicit & ILLicit roots.

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released February 24, 2002

Recorded At: The Boom Shack II

Produced By: DJ VoiceCrack and Thomas

Executive Producer: Tyrant Mutehead Jenkins

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The Mac-X Crew Buffalo Grove, Illinois

One member was about that nonsense. One member wanted to take the label to the next level. One member had a big mouth that, more times than not, got him into some serious trouble. One member just wanted to make beatz.

GMNT, E Luv, Earl Solow, and DJ VoiceCrack - this powder keg of artists combines to form the latest iteration of The Mac-X Crew, Buffalo Grove's finest assortment of musicians.
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