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Thinkin' to Myself...
05:11
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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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Burn Twice
08:23
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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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9. |
Homage
04:08
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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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10. |
Killer Instinct Diamond
06:01
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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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12. |
III Shots in the Dark
03:25
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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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13. |
Street Cred
04:47
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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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15. |
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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
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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
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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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