1. |
G'NASTY
08:06
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Put your hands up!
Step to the beat, get nasty
Felines on the floor, shake your ass cheeks
And I’ll climb your mountain if you got twin peaks
And when I get to the top, you’ll get a’ avalanche of skeet
But I just wanna see ya move
The way ya sway them hips, my eyes are glued
When ya, shake that body from side to side
Like you’re takin’ the anaconda for a ride
I may not play by all the rules
I’m not unfair, I’m just old school
And to MC’s that think they got an S on their chest
T-K-O, lights out, who’s next?
Stop rewind and play back.
Believe me when I say that,
all the ladies that I see
I just want you to bounce with me.
G’ nasty
Though you ladies be classy
‘Wanna see you prove it
while you move it.
I try and make a living and be legit
29 years old, I should of quit
But this mic is habit I just kick
When I ride hard and deep with the BT clique
Dance baby dance, ‘ don't mean ta intrude, but
Your curves are dangerous and your steps are smooth
And when ya shake that ass, and lick them lips
' wanna hit it so hard the record skips.
Cuz the beat is nasty, the bass is thumpin’
the party is hot, so let me tell you something’
My divine intervention through natural selection
Causes affection of female collection
You know you want to call me…
(“Casanova” – sample) – That’s right
Cuz I rock the stage from morning to night
Especially for the ladies who are… - (“sexy and tight” – sample)
G’ nasty
Though you ladies be classy
‘Wanna see you prove it
while you move it.
STOP… WHERE MY FLY GIRLS AT?
Awwww, yeah!
Bring your origami, and I’ll flow you a tsunami
Where in the deli MC’s, are cut like salami
So pull up a chair and grab a bib.
It’s a 3 coarse meal, and I’m the prime rib,
The clean vaccine to gleam the dream
Forseen obscene by quarantined
Hip hop masters, apostles and, llamas to
Send ya back to school for your punctuation and commas.
But this is an ode to the ladies,
So be good for goodness sake
If you’re angel or devil,
Give them tits a shake, Now
Come on boys I know what you all think but
it’s time for the felines, you go grab a drink
So ladies on the floor, now’s your chance
time ta' get nasty, lets see ya dance
and if I like the way you move, while I’m on stage,
another case closed for hip hop’s page’.
Ah yeah…
Oh!...yeah
Oh!... Get down, yeah, Uh!... Get down
G’ nasty
Though you ladies be classy
‘Wanna see you prove it
while you move it.
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2. |
Top 40 Scourge
04:57
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I
Got
a mouth like a molotov when I spit
flam-bayin' mother fuckers thinkin' opposite
pissed I'm on stage so I grab my dick
at these jealous mother fuckers screamin' “YOU AIN'T SHIT!”
but the crowd goes off like dynamite
I'll stomp the switch, and they ignite
call me arsonist I light match and strike
lets burn this mother fucker down tonight!
I got a plan, to rise to the top
'trust bust 10 years of top 40 gridlock
To reach number 1 it's gonna be bloodbath
cuz I'm crawl up the chart like a fuckin' psychopath- sounds like
Creep creep - mother fuckin', creep creep
First sign I'm blowin' up, exects'll will take interest- their
hand up my ass like a fuckin ventriloquist- but I
ain't dummy, so don't get chummy
I'll take 100% of my god damn money- So
Don't get pissed,
cuz ya dissed
I'm educated rapper
not cookie cutter shit
This industry's run
by a bunch of sharks,
non-musicians, greedy lawyers,
and decrepit old farts
-HOLD UP
He can't be number one sayin' “fart” in a song
Well which one of these words don't belong?
Publishing, artists, money, major labels.
If you said major labels, time to turn the fuckin' tables- and the
god damn atrocities, that you commit with the
tricks of the trade, I'll expose that shit -Like
buy your own CDs to keep sound scans up- or
sign 50 some artists, for every one you push
while the others go broke, that's a fuckin' joke,
there's so many you can, push so many on the fuckin airwaves
their chained by their contracts, like fuckin' slaves -And
Suck a fuckin dick you still do payola
with backwater contacts you sign in crayola
to wash your hands so easily
but I'll still make number 1 with my vulgarities
And to make matters worse you'll help cultivate the crop- ya just
hope the next single makes the next Kid's Bop
recycling the vomit to feed the next generation
putting real emcees back on plantations
Do what'cha can to silence me
send fake shit to tabloids and TMZ
and if you hired a hit man, you'd be in some shit man
cuz everyone would know shit hit the fan
haha, sucka's
You can
neva'
stop me now
I am
that dirty motherfucker
I am
that crazy
I am
number one motherfucker
I am
that scourge
I am
that brilliant motherfucker
I am
that sexy motherfucker
I am
number one motherfucker
I am
that scourge
I got a solution to get restitution
be self sufficient, my own distribution
publish all my shit independently
In the mother fuckin' end no one's gonna help me
'cept the real fuckin fans who think I'm legit
And a word to all you haters I ain't ever gonna quit
So put ya hands in the air if you can relate
Emcees, party people lets set the record set the record straight.
and I don't give a fuck if you're a blood or a cryp,
high five each other and bump my shit.
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3. |
Enter The Dragon
05:26
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No one ever said this would be easy
Enter the dojo
Your fast forward becomes slow-mo
Trained in the deadly arts
A forked tongued assassin -I am
Indestructible
From all elements combustible
Fluid like water
These lyrical daggers dance in honor
To defeat Ronin
A master of his own clan
I strike with my hidden hand
A crushing blow
Felt by the kings of heaven and
Demons below
Enter the dragon
Prepare for battle
Enter the dragon
Leave MCs in shambles
Stir up the saddle
Time to rope the cattle
Enter the dragon
The dunce get paddled
Uh…yeah
Invisible
Undetected invincible
I scale the highest wall
My shurikens tangible
Prepare the gate for interception
Intrepid protection against detection
Daimyo bow
A graceful performance of kabuki
Against the tigers mouth
A verbal sutra
Shredding the sutures of warlords futures
My pagoda is strong
The beheaded an offering
A worthy gift
To insist
Cleaning my blade
My bird of paradise, well worth the jade.
I stand a sentinel
Unscathed by the arrows of legion
I advance
A kamikaze
But undefeated
Ha, ha.
Enter the dragon
Prepare for battle
Enter the dragon
Leave MCs in shambles
Stir up the saddle
Time to rope the cattle
Enter the dragon
The dunce get paddled
Undetected
I release my fury.
A flurry to make one scurry
Into bamboo forests
They’re chopped into curry.
Threatened
Unrelentless
My lash of tongue
Increases my defenses
Opposes meet demise in haste
Laid waste
Zelous
To the touch
My cherry blossoms guise
The katanas rise
100 stone soldiers stand in my way
No easy task to arrange
A tournament worthy of recognition
Verbal ignition
Commissioned by provisions
Deficient by the prolific
Jealous the baboons watch from the sidelines
The word of the day -Stealth
Concealed
There are no secrets revealed
Only quickly depicted adversaries
Humiliated into hari-kari
Obsolete are the defeated
A champion will rise above the depleted
Undiscovered
I rend asunder
Com-bat in the habitat selected
Defected become the weak
Sonic propulsion my weapon of choice
Victory -my geisha
A master –I am
Enter the dragon
Prepare for battle
Enter the dragon
Leave MCs in shambles
Stir up the saddle
Time to rope the cattle
Enter the dragon
The dunce get paddled
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4. |
Save The Night
02:46
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Nowhere to run
You can’t escape
'trap is set
It’s poisoned bait
I salivate
when I masochate your
Armor held on
by acetate
Time to pray
It’s judgment day;
final hour's
is on it’s way
Whatcha’ gonna do
Retaliate?
I’ll recalibrate
You’ll taste the pain
A verbal toxin
in your brain,
a lethal strain to
infect the mainframe
Time for me to
drive the spike
It’s time for me to
save the night
and all the creatures that may be.
You think your perfect (Distorted vocals)
Oh, You’re so acclaimed
A sonnet from a nobody
Not a house hold name
This lyrical venom,
coarse' through your veins
I’d rather sting your pride
then some steel, across your face
Kill the conference
Time to react
Survival of the fittest
I just adapt
It’s an evolution
of execution
Your words all sound like
Noise pollution
It’s such a shame
The cost of fame
but puts me at the
top of the food chain
My bombs
deployed, your
Decoys
destroyed
Save the night
STAND – AND – FIGHT
SAVE THE NIGHT
And all the creatures that may be
Come and get some
Media attack
Arrogant crybaby
Time for a payback
Save the night
And all the creatures that may be!
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5. |
Happy Birthday
02:34
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Happy Birthday.
You created me.
A boy now turned to a man
through a tragedy.
Happy Birthday.
You created me.
You're a bear branch on my family tree,
but your leaves exist in my memories
1981 'to the world I was born,
but I was not created until I had to mourn
a soul that was torn on a 16 candle anniversary.
I looked to the sky, "Why couldn't it be me?" - huh!
'Even tried to bargain when I tried to pray.
I found out there was no god that day,
but I made you a promise
to this day I keep.
I will not weep,
just defeat,
all of these wolves that are dressed as sheep.
I look back to of those days of my youth
Innocent then, 'didn't have a clue.
I'm little bit older,
little bit bolder,
a phoenix I have risen from the ash that was smoldered.
'Brave cold, endure the heat
Survive the jungle and embrace the streets
Uphold the good, defeat what is heinous
I'll owe you a lot if I ever 'came famous,
but for now you're watchin' over me
'Got a crown to achieve and legacy ta leave
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If haters wanna talk like they know what's up
flappin' their lips, and don't shut up
I'll wanna play "whack a mole" with an aluminum bat
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Come on!
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
You don't know a thing, about hip hop
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Just stick to your death metal, ska, and punk rock
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Your beats are lame, and your raps ain't witty
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Go back to yer cow town, and get out the city
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Man, you wanna talk all this shit on me?
Haha, you're just lucky I turn the other cheek.
You thought you could rap cuz ya saw "8 Mile"
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
And ya look just like a pedophile
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
You can't even battle, ya just sweat and panic
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
your career's sinking faster that the fuckin' Titanic
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
You you're intelligent? What a bunch of trash trash
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
You're broke as a joke and ya got no class
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Think you'll get a model with a face like that?
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
The only girls you get are dumb and fat
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Go back to Akron or where-ever you came
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
This is hip hop fool, not a video game
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
"Emcee MD worst thing ever heard"
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
It don't really matter cuz I got in the the last word, so
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
I'll pretend I didn't hear that
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7. |
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50,000 Watts of funkin' hip hop power
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8. |
OMNIPITRON
03:46
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Travesty
in the house of hip hop.
Some punk ass bitches forgot to knock
Quote my sermon, I’ll eradicate the vermin
and be that savior to lift this burden
It’s a little funny how ya talk about clubs,
You’re a bunch of what? Emo Thugs?
That shit don’t make any sense to me
You’ll never be “crunk” and
you’ll never be an O.G.
Bitch. Please…You’re retarded,
‘Can’t get in the club, cuz ya just got carded.
And you talk and about those shorties
To bad that’s Kool-Aid in those 40’s.
Get your goofy asses back to the mall
Lets all - Rejoice in unison
All hail Omnipitron.
Hip hop’s not a
fuckin trend
For you poser
To play pretend
I’m not a robot
I’m not a robot
All hail Omipitron
Don’t be a slave
To the trend
Know what’s true
And make it end
You’re not robot
You’re not robot
All hail Omipitron
Agents and Record labels
Shame on you
If you needed money that bad I’d lend it to you.
Push the Slick Ricks
The Sugar Hills
The Run DMC’s
You’ll pay the bills.
Instead ya got clowns
With shitty hair cuts
If they walked in a club they’d get fucked up.
And if they saw a feline
And tried to pounce her
She’d kick their asses then worse than the bouncers
And don’t get me wrong
I like my hardcore too,
But even at that I’m better than you.
So when your fans hear this
and start to divide
And then you’re record label
Starts eat you alive
I’ll still be rappin,
Still be trackin
At the top of the world
Pointin’ down laughin
All hail Omipitron
Hip hop’s not a
fuckin trend
For you poser
To play pretend
I’m not a robot
I’m not a robot
All hail Omipitron
Don’t be a slave
To the trend
Know what’s true
And make it end
You’re not robot
You’re not robot
All hail Omipitron
Yes
I’m the advocate
To all MCs
Who experiment
listen closely
perfect your art mostly
and watch out for vultures
that try and expose thee
Exploitation’s
A terrible thing
Bring back the music,
Fuck this fashion ring
Fuck the fake ass grills,
The fake ass bling,
That shit don’t mean
A god damn thing -It’s the
Fans
The music
The power to use it
Not a trend, That’ll make you lose it. -And
Hip hop fans
Raise your hands
say “enough is enough” of these
wanna be boy bands
It’s about time for a new trend in the nation
Before the machines’, got you saying
All hail Omipitron
Hip hop’s not a
fuckin trend
For you poser
To play pretend
I’m not a robot
I’m not a robot
All hail Omipitron
Don’t be a slave
To the trend
Know what’s true
And make it end
You’re not robot
You’re not robot
All hail Omipitron
All hail Omipitron
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9. |
The Abyss
06:21
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They tried to label me a killer
They tried to label me a killer – ha ha!
They tried to label me a killer
A cold blooded, thirsty killer
As I walk in the shadows
Through the mist
I’ve become
A verbal Alchemist
Condemned for these things
To many to list
Is any other persecution
Greater than this
Hated for crimes
I didn't commit
Exiled to wasteland
Should I even exist?
A pacifist, it’s a tryst
Now I clench my fist
They wanted a demon
Now they got what wished – Time to
Howl at the moon -Here
Comes the eclipse
Feast on these creations that are
In my midst
You can not prepare
You’ve awakened the beast
There will be no peace
From what has been released.
Apocalypse spews
From these lips
Crumble their cities
Sink their ships
You want a bloodbath
I’ll reign supreme
It doesn't make a difference
No hears you scream -You
Create this hate
facilitated irate
should have never
trespassed
your consequences are great
I’m not what you think
you get what you see
yet they tried to label
they tried to label me
They tried to label me a killer! (2x)
(harsh breaths)
They tried to label me a killer! (3x)
A modern day martyr
Well deceived
A burial plot’s
Not enough for me
So be it my hunger
Becomes my disease
In comes the plague
It’s time to feed
Incantate -Evil
Incarnate -Like I ripped
The hinges off
Heaven’s gate
A walking nightmare
You better prepare
Take you out without a care, do you dare?
If terror is my business then
These lyrics are my of my knife
Hack, stab, slash
‘Better pray for your life –That in
pale moon light
that you don’t see me
yet they tried to label
they tried to label me
They tried to label me a killer!
(harsh breaths)
They tried to label me a killer!
They tried to label me
They tried to label me
They tried to label me a killer
A cold blooded, thirsty killer
Pray for me…
they tried to label me
They tried to label me a killer!
(harsh breaths)
They tried to label me a killer!
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10. |
A Boy And His Mac-Book
03:47
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Back in 1968
A song called Here Come' The Judge 's made
A music revolution started,
when MC’s set a coarse uncharted.
1980’s we were up to speed
DJs were the rage, in the hip hop scene.
But it took skills back in the day,
Which now’s succumbed to a high tech age.
‘Don’t need a deck, or
a hype man,
You need some software
and a plan.
It takes a Mac-Book,
And a dream.
It takes a Mac-Book,
It takes a dream.
It don’t matter who you are
Anyone can be a star
A chord and a lap-top, ‘ya got it made
Next you need, some loops to be arrange
All you gotta do it just press play
How else do you think this song was made?
It’s so simple, oh so easy
Just make sure your rhymes, just ain't real cheesy
‘Don’t need a deck, or
a hype man,
You need some software
and a plan.
It takes a Mac-Book,
And a dream.
It takes a Mac-Book,
It takes a dream.
Our final lesson for today
Brings a question to portray
With technology, that’s the latest
Will you become one of hip hop’s greatest?
This foundation was built on years
of MC and DJ’s blood, sweat, and tears.
Learn from the past, and embrace the present
And we’ll find out the difference of who’s king or a peasant-
You could stay big in the game
Or for fall off, it’s all the same
It’s all about how, and your speed,
To make those raps. Now what do you need?
‘Don’t need a deck, or
a hype man,
You need some software
and a plan.
It takes a Mac-Book,
And a dream.
It takes a Mac-Book,
It takes a dream.
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11. |
Get Yours
03:35
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I’ve come to collect
No respect and I’ll wreck
Guerrilla audio
In full effect
Fuck the jungle
This is a zoo,
MCs in cages
Monkey see. Monkey do.
stir thorough
make MC stew
pour to the brim
check the side
roll up the rim
pray for your kin
chainsaw havoc
I’m dust in the wind
Calamity
In the board of labor
MC’s get blown out
like party favors
Inspect the cauldron
Like Sherlock Holmes clues
Tread lightly on water
With lava boots
A ruse
Concludes
that MCs' confused
Like they kissed a gorgon
Instead of a muse.
Acidic to the touch
Prepare the base
Explode your face
Gold coins the paste
All shall be revealed in my Midas touch
casinos be begin’
for railroad blues
As I choose
To make MCs aloof
hijack the dues
then hide in shadows to destroy the proof.
Get Yours
Take it
Easy oven bake it.
Never drop the hip hop
Because you can’t escape it.
Get Yours
Yeah
I got one more for you suckers.
Time to poach.
Ha.
Fuck the incision
Rip open and pivot
Shell shock the mainframe
Leave a small divot
Execute accurate,
Immaculate
Spill vitals of MC’s
Like bombs out of Capulet’s
Jugular protrusions
Defecting both ventricles
by syllables spew tentacle
deflecting umbilicals.
4 swords
cut the chords
the way of the samurai
Sharks swim the shoreline
And scream the battle cry
Cook MC’s like cannibals
Round up the animals the ark has sunk
MC’s become fish food to spit out the chunks
Forget your trunks
This dippin’s skinny
MCs pigs of Guinea
Instinctive, distinctive
Requiems relinquished
So Stealth bomb the fishbowl and find a home
To lay the bones
of MC dethroned
who did not commune
and did not atone.
Get Yours
Take it
Easy oven bake it.
Never drop the hip hop
Because you can’t escape it.
-Get Yours
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12. |
Chop 'Til You Drop
02:43
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Chop ‘till you drop’s
The name of the game
‘Don’t know if this mall will
Ever be the same
But if I can survive a
Couple of days
Inside a mall
With zombies goin’ crazy,
Take a couple pictures
Of the ruckus
These zombies don’t know
They’ll get their butts kicked
Everything I find
Can be a weapon
I got blood my shirt and there’s
Brains I’ve stepped in,
But I do hope soon
That help’ll arrive
I gotta survive
Before they eat me alive.
It’s a horror business
but that’s the perk
if fight the dead.
Time to get to work
Chop ‘till you drop’s
The name of the game
‘Don’t know if things will
Ever be the same
But it’s not surprising
The dead are rising
Time to make this party
A lot more lively
Chop ‘Till You Drop
Chop ‘Till You Drop
Just the ladies
Chop ‘Till You Drop
Haha, yeah
Chop ‘Till You Drop baby
Chop Til You Drop
No Genre
Outtake
Brutality
Horror
Drama
Erotica
Erotica… haha
72 hours
Trapped in a mall
with zombies
going off the wall.
You best steer clear
When day turns to night
Cuz they red eyes, and more of an
appetite
but I ain’t afraid
I got a job to do
Hack, stab, slash
gonna cut my way through
Got the scoop of the century
and save the world as well
Look around
This my friend is hell.
Chop ‘till you drop’s
The name of the game
‘Don’t know if things will
Ever be the same
But it’s not surprising
The dead are rising
Time to make this party
A lot more lively
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13. |
The Crest
03:10
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This stage
This rage
No fears, sights clear
Engage.
‘Dark Age
Now saved
Chapter’s closed
Next page
You’re my grail
This is my quest -I’ll uphold this coat of arms,
my crest –Never
stray off coarse
My honor beckons
‘Harness my pride -I’m a not a
Force to be reckoned’ - Cuz
Next time,
There’s no next for me
This time
I play for keeps.
Yeah
If you had a moment, this better be the time to seize it
I’ll embark a journey
My pencil’s burning
The flames ablaze
Set this pad now turning
Into ash. This dragon
Breathes his fury
A concoction
Failure’s no option
From this fate I’m locked in
Spreads like a toxin
So I’ll make haste and hurry
I’ll pass these trials as
the elders stand the jury
But with you, I’ll get through
by my side, no worries
Yeah
Cuz I know
What dangers lie ahead
But I will
Face them instead
No stoppin’
Don't you think about stoppin'
Now!
My thoughts are intrepid
Intrepidly
Let’s make an epic
Epically
An art form well performed
For you I’ll fight
So I'll say “good day”
And you'll say “good knight”
Next time,
There’s no next for me
This time
I play for keeps.
I’LL-
WALK THROUGH HELL
Only get one chance
Only get one shot
Never back down,
Give it all you got
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EMCEE M.D. Akron, New York
The official BIO of EMCEE M.D. can be found on the EMCEE M.D. web page and also the
facebook
Here is a short bio for bandcamp:
Mark Miller aka EMCEE M.D. hails from a small town called Akron in New York. The musical style is basically stemmed from the roots of old school hip hop/rap, with traces of funk, punk, etc. He has played many Comic/Video Game conventions, Festivals, and concerts events.
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