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Intro (Lu Chin Chen):
The kid Stryke been wild forever//
Mic Shine to Lads in 24 he's even rhyming better//
25 he bout to rise from island and it's a vendetta//
Cross the world writing rhymes in a Cessna//
Predator on the hunted, cant see him he's killin you//
Cocaine cut with too much fentanyl, smooth criminal//
Villan that's grim reaping the benefits of these deadbeat//
Spitters, beating em effortless beast em with the agressiveness//
No time for check writers with a broke bank//
They gettin flamed, throw em in the tank with the propane//
Now you can smell what Im cooking seasoned with the old bay//
You cant smell it let me help hit you with the flonase//
I got you fools, scanning with the opticals//
Recognize the violators and imposter dudes//
This is victory - only option not to lose//
Now here's Stryke, check the chain it says top of the food//
Stryke:
When it come to rhyming know my rank is an OG//
Kill it all, they want more like Im Banks in 03//
Every song I just bang and go OD cause I need bread//
I hope I dont leave this bank with no police//
Every rapper better thank and blow me, these pests//
Dug a hole and couldnt lift but the drugs put me in//
Tried to take a rest but I just heard all the vultures//
Then I stood up in my grave wiping dirt up off my shoulders//
Scratched my head damn man, I never left I just slept//
I guess hiphop is dead cause that man is in a dress//
Rappers aint rappin, they been singing sounding funny//
All they think about is money while they drink around the country//
Tellin kids to pop pills, aint no shit about it funny//
Ima close your mouth physically, they listen when it's running//
Cant knock the hustle but it's literally disgusting//
Cause you free to fuck your life up, they just mimic what they study//
I dont like you, claiming that you hard but you soft//
When the heat is on you the type to react like an ice cube//
No other measure when you fold under pressure//
Dont be overly aggressive cause you know we gonna get ya//
Motives will be questioned if you throwing me suggestions//
So you better show me records if I know you been arrested//
I aint fuckin wit it, I dont care how you do it//
Heard of people naming names to dodge half a county bullet//
I aint even making moves like I used to in the past now//
You doing good when they wanna see you assed out//
Moving forward - only positive connections//
No exceptions if you negative, alot of it suggestive//
Ima be the judge and jury so there's honor in the sentence//
You dont seek to find solutions to the problems you invented//
You sit around and gossip over drama for a living//
But you broke without a podcast stop it -is you kidding//
If currency is talent I would love to check your balance//
But it's overdrawn, no regard for lessons or a challenge//
Always get the truth my bad moods start to scare dudes//
Compared to all the crimes you never pulled and wouldnt dare to//
Write about so vividly and say you always down for//
Type to give me daps - praying on my downfall//
Smile in my face and say hey - come around more//
Quiet but when I leave acting nuts like you found yours//
Stay shook pussy, we not the same look rookie//
Ill say it to your face - not facebook pussy//
I dont walk around thinking Im a gangsta or the biggest threat//
Respect earned, expect to give if you wanna receive and get//
I seen your set it was neither of them even then//
We depend that these events dispense hope you need to vent//
You need a friend listen closely how it come across//
Believe it if you see then please leave I dont wanna talk//
And I dont rhyme on command like you pushed a button//
Look for someone crooked, rugged lookin up and good for nothing//
Making moves good at fronting yet to get a rep//
Basic groupies looking dumb and jealous of success//
So, relish and reflect - you a savage so dont feel bad//
Murdering these tracks then imagine what you will have//
Even in prison you need to listen to your dream and vision//
Make a deep committment and then speak it to existence//
Every word in every verse definitely press a nerve//
When it hurts then observe and tell you to expect the worst//
When you got at something never work for free though//
You want a feature from me better bring me C-notes//
My brother Gem reminded me - Joker had inspired me//
From rioting, entirely alone exposing irony//
Showing privately there's another side to me//
Crossing I be morphing to the boss you always tried to be//
The violence been inside of me dying to shine finally//
Quietly, the bright blade blinding what the eye can see//
Next liver, yet bet the press shiver//
Stalking vet spitters, split em turn the ground to red rivers//
Quiver, next step testing courage and your heart now//
Talk loud - but if push come to shove hard are you down//
Heavy shotties in our pants so we better polly//
These days DJ's play me or we bury bodies//
Everybody wins with a simple shout out//
Im lit, know the kid can spit and been around a while now//
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2. |
Sinister
01:23
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There's a disconnect so Ima show you what is sinister//
My motive is get rid of ya cause no one even similiar//
The quoteables adminstered when I flow are finishers//
It's gettin so predictable you'd think I wrote for cinemas//
I cant help it, Im a bad motherfucker//
And I been a problem - go ask the last man to suffer//
Rare compared to others and you hearing the proof//
Go head rip ya lil stage while Im tearing the roof//
I dont care about the views on your Youtube or IG//
You ABC rappers gettin X'd soon then YZ//
A wise G, gimme fly beats Ill eat//
Gladiator drive style, vibe - I dont like jeeps//
We 5 deep at any time that's the minimum//
Supply heat, knowing that we thrive off adrenaline//
Any kind of vibe I describe is a better one//
Im sorry why these veterans think their lives ahead of them//
Have you not been paying attention when my venom slung//
It sizzles onto tissue down to gristle I been melting bums//
Remember that the ground shakes, lava then erupts//
You better run, Im bout to Pompei the game and everyone//
Frozen in time to fossilize the fear factor//
Tears shatter, sheer terror on the face of weird rappers//
Im here to capture all the hunger so it translates//
Command base is set and I dont want to make the fans wait//
Im done with all the mandates, mask off stand straight//
Look me in the eyes, extend your arms and take this handshake//
Walking over mass graves, lab grade rampage//
They tryna close a wound that needs surgery with bandaids//
They diggin holes but they really need a staircase//
They control the airwaves, their way is scared straight//
I passed great a long time ago and disappeared//
Listen here, it's crystal clear - I do not submit to fear//
Still Feel Me:
It's like Im stuck inside a skyskraper high on the upper floor
Downstairs burning but convinced myself nothing's wrong//
It's just a fog it'll clear, disregard the smell//
And dont believe what you hearing it aint hardly real//
Dont believe what you see it aint hard to tell//
Continue on the path going hard till your heart'll fail//
Show em all why you raw and deserve a break//
Murder straight snappin like the fracture of a vertabrae//
Time to servce a plate - revenge is ice cold//
And I dont need enemies if friends is like those//
I binge and write prose that singe and strike foes//
Doubting down around me till the Benz is white gold//
Im manifesting everything and been through tight flows//
Whatever life throws - Im here to win cause I like goals//
When everyone was telling me to quit and go right home//
I took it on the chin then went in and did a hype show//
Proved em all wrong, especially myself//
So now anyone can get it on my quest for the belt//
There really aint no limit less you set it yourself//
And so I raise the bar higher (hire) than professional help//
Uh, but on bad days I need to play this song back//
Remind myself Im here - exactly where I belong at//
I was taught that we live and then learn//
As far as respect goes - it is given and earned//
I dont respect any kind of subliminal burn//
If you a man speak your mind using literal words//
Claim your man is nice, but the kid is a herb//
You told us all about your wife but the bitch is a bird//
Ill turn his lights out and then stick it to her//
She said my voice got her dripping so that kitten will purr//
I knock it out the box on the brink of absurd//
Ill have these rappers drinking ink while I think of the purge//
Everyone can get it if Im sober in my bag still//
And if I relapse then it's over and a mass kill//
Is the glass filled, empty or half full//
Compliments to optimists - my problem is last pull//
Resorting back to living in my head is what I cant do//
Stuck, hit a wall - couldn't pivot so I ran through//
It's a bad move and all of it facts//
I gotta learn to think and more before I react//
But it's the story of my life, and there's more to the act//
I should be touring it's unfortunate cause all of you wack//
I cant get out my own way or figure it out//
So I do everything in excess and biggest amounts//
I want immediate results, I aint stickin around//
See that was then but this is now so dont go trigger my mouth//
Cause I will react harshly, start skinning your scalp//
I know you still feel me - and that's really what counts//
Im out...
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3. |
Bad Boy
02:13
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So telling me who impresses you, I want a list so I can check it too//
We'll let the records prove if they nice and if respect is due//
Please, not a bunch of weirdos if it's preferable//
Though not an easy ask in this day and age and spectacle//
The internet took away the need for talent//
So with autotune and followers you can sneak around it/
And since everyone's a rapper, underground is deeper down//
So when it come to skill and something ill there's nothing easy found//
Like the LADS shit - if you put your favorite artist//
On a song along the squadron they get easily disregarded//
Disrespected and dissected, disemboweled, ripped apart//
Within a second of it starting you would see if they had heart//
Or a death wish departed, may they rest in peace//
Matter fact - rest in piss you stepped in shit to say the least//
You will lose you dont win, get a friend to clue you in//
I will truly dig graves of new kin for Lu Chin//
If he asks me in a second aint a question it's just when//
For the record who you is wont change the method or the end//
So unless you grant wishes then accept that you dont live//
And it just wasnt in the cards that's a lesson for the kids//
Everyone wanna shine and wanna be a bad boy//
But come to find at other times it's nothing they prepared for//
While some of yall compare dogs and stories of a shared war//
I been told different I know one of yall's a fag's toy//
Type to sign a deal and get your back blown//
That's disgusting man they buggin selling ass to get they tracks shown//
That's the difference in the calibur and backbone//
The attitude and self worth - a generation that's grown//
Plaques shown on the wall but at what cost//
You done lost, sold your soul you aint some boss//
Dumb soft little groupie setting plans now//
Extorted and then passed around performing as you dance clown//
Dog you's a cash cow for lawyers with their pants down//
So loiter, take it past sound - enjoy it while it lasts pal//
Come to think of it start drinking in a glass house//
Throwing stones be deliquent go and pass foul//
Flash style, act wild be sure keep a bad mouth//
Controversy sells well just dont ask how//
The last album that you put out, wasnt well received//
So you need to tell the streets, embellish then develop beef//
Probably catch some felonies, dumb it down with better beats//
You asked to be a rockstar where people dont just get to leave//
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4. |
Leatherface
03:29
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Pleased to greet ya these beats I ether//
Any notions even preconeived ones meet the reaper//
We the creatures Stephen King been describing to his readers//
Pure evil surely lethal put your mic in morgue with features//
Stryke, hard and first you bitch cry now//
You find God Ill turn your crucifix and flip that shit upside down//
Known for my heart but dont be poking the shark//
Fuck your opening thoughts and any closing remarks//
Imagine getting punched by Mike Tyson quite frightening//
While it strikes lightning life is like you hype bumpin Mic Titans//
If you like fighting and you nice thinkin who would win//
Bet your life P, Spec, Stryke and Lu Chen//
Im not asking we a squad of assassins//
Here to monitor passion and demolish the has beens//
2023 nobody bother with rapping//
Melody is everything and quality's lackin//
Bunch of chitter chat quit it tell me where the fuck the spitters at//
Gimme that mic back bitch, you playin pity pat//
No honor or dignity but Im pondering victory//
At the top but you'll drop to the bottom eventually//
I wouldnt love fame but got no problem with infamy//
Let me stack racks and have the lot of em listening//
I know this hard work'll turn to profit eventually//
Long as I stay the course as the product of misery//
Opp of the century to writers united//
Spreading like a plague aint no fighting this virus//
Life of a tyrant, chapter one out of tons//
You might bite the alliance style but you mastering none//
The wrath has begun, smack you and attack you with Puns//
Cause you aint worthy of the barrel or the back of a gun//
Bully rappers fully when Im actually done//
I make them hate what they love while subtracting the fun//
They look around shook straight embarassed and run//
Then hope to God no one saw they way they shattered and spun//
Ill battle the sun, outshine splatter it's blood//
That's how mad I become, climbing like the ladder's in mud//
Sinking still above, surviving the times alive//
Divine, advising the blind like catholic nuns//
Besides rhymes smackin drums and murdering beats//
Burn at absurdist degrees when I turn up the heat//
Word to Pun and L tongue so real it punctures shells//
Come for thrills, rappers hear me and run for hills//
Son for real, some are pale and a bunch have bailed//
So disgusting that they lunches throwing up in pails//
I wanna tell you all to pray and your hardest//
Ima bring pain if I get this chainsaw started//
It's not a game yall//
This the 8 ball//
LADS straight raw//
What you came for - surgery with the chainsaw//
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5. |
The Mad Masshole (Skit)
00:45
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6. |
Off The Books
01:03
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Ayo it's all love and love's got a thin line//
I wish Pun didnt die, Id give anything to see him rip it live//
This is why I twist rhymes, spittin from a different time//
Intertwining tales from the scales to the inner mind//
Gifted with the pen and I bless it with a special vibe//
Nevermind my enterprise prophetic, you pathetic guy//
Betting I would let it ride what's interesting to me though//
You listening to MIGOS while I blast Chris Rios//
Sonning all these rappers like a bunch of bastard mijos//
Im practically your majesty, spanish or in creole//
Language dont matter when you master how you feel//
Which is lovely cause Im free and I no longer have a P.O//
I may start to feel like Neo Im the one and cracked the code//
Rap is laughable, sayin less stacking dough//
I dont know, respect or get it but Im tryna understand//
Why you wouldnt wanna hear something special that impress you, damn//
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Done Started Something
01:36
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Yo I cant say there hasnt been enjoyment in the disappointment//
Learning lessons and it's not a hazard if I did avoid it//
Falling forward never backward if Im given choices//
Stuck on love and hate I give duality it's inner voices//
Pick the poison that they pour for you, Ill mourn for you//
Warning you - brace for impact before the storm is through//
Tear towns down - blow the roof like a war would do//
Proof I got all of you spooked through new audibles//
In truth I threw all the rules out and started over//
Now Im sort of closer to the balance and composure//
More flowers than horticulture, while you sour more than smokers//
Rally all the soldiers, my LADS are more explosive//
Full of power all are focused to devour all the vultures//
Every hour more approaching so we now the foursome poachers//
Take the fight to you - in the wild torture's noticed//
And it's foul we torch oppponents after towel's are often thrown in//
Hope you find the closure after opening pandora//
You cant put it back inside the box - man the horror//
You gambling with authors who comparing to the sources//
Split families apart quicck as parents with divorces//
Or apparent nixed abortions, fetty smuggled past the border//
Bad news bearers never cancelled, banned but lauded//
Love us and support us got the stamp to brand their daughter//
Tramps who all tryna transform to Kim but cant afford it//
The damage that's reported when we gathered and performing//
Is so massive and enormous that the planet doesnt orbit//
NASA been informed about the status - that's important//
When a verse can fuel a rocketship it has to be recorded//
Unnaturally evolving at a fast and quicker torrent//
There's no money in the streams, rappers have to stick to touring//
Shackled by the poorest sorts of factors it's abbhorent//
So I had to be a savage to reestablish what was dormant//
Animal when cornered in, and Im sure of it//
There's more of this coming stay tuned and wait it all is lit//
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8. |
Still Feel Me (Outro)
02:47
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It's like Im stuck inside a skyskraper high on the upper floor
Downstairs burning but convinced myself nothing's wrong//
It's just a fog it'll clear, disregard the smell//
And dont believe what you hearing it aint hardly real//
Dont believe what you see it aint hard to tell//
Continue on the path going hard till your heart'll fail//
Show em all why you raw and deserve a break//
Murder straight snappin like the fracture of a vertabrae//
Time to servce a plate - revenge is ice cold//
And I dont need enemies if friends is like those//
I binge and write prose that singe and strike foes//
Doubting down around me till the Benz is white gold//
Im manifesting everything and been through tight flows//
Whatever life throws - Im here to win cause I like goals//
When everyone was telling me to quit and go right home//
I took it on the chin then went in and did a hype show//
Proved em all wrong, especially myself//
So now anyone can get it on my quest for the belt//
There really aint no limit less you set it yourself//
And so I raise the bar higher (hire) than professional help//
Uh, but on bad days I need to play this song back//
Remind myself Im here - exactly where I belong at//
I was taught that we live and then learn//
As far as respect goes - it is given and earned//
I dont respect any kind of subliminal burn//
If you a man speak your mind using literal words//
Claim your man is nice, but the kid is a herb//
You told us all about your wife but the bitch is a bird//
Ill turn his lights out and then stick it to her//
She said my voice got her dripping so that kitten will purr//
I knock it out the box on the brink of absurd//
Ill have these rappers drinking ink while I think of the purge//
Everyone can get it if Im sober in my bag still//
And if I relapse then it's over and a mass kill//
Is the glass filled, empty or half full//
Compliments to optimists - my problem is last pull//
Resorting back to living in my head is what I cant do//
Stuck, hit a wall - couldn't pivot so I ran through//
It's a bad move and all of it facts//
I gotta learn to think and more before I react//
But it's the story of my life, and there's more to the act//
I should be touring it's unfortunate cause all of you wack//
I cant get out my own way or figure it out//
So I do everything in excess and biggest amounts//
I want immediate results, I aint stickin around//
See that was then but this is now so dont go trigger my mouth//
Cause I will react harshly, start skinning your scalp//
I know you still feel me - and that's really what counts//
Im out...
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