#StoriesAboutSongs

#StoriesAboutSongs

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  • Do What I Gotta
    Punch in, punch out, gotta get that check
    Long hours on the reg, this was built off sweat
    ‘Welcome to Mickie Dees, may I help ya please’
    Teenage shift manager, with his own keys
    I got rent to pay, I got tapes to buy
    I need to hit Gand Music, get the studio fly
    The Rage Cage was the place where the worth was claimed
    And, getting decent making beats helped build my name
    Local MCs, wanna make a demo for FREE?
    Just head to Mickie Dees and then ya ask for me
    That’s my office hours, we can book a session at the counter
    The Hardrock Alliance, my favorite clients, I’m the founder
    An out of towner, who showed up and started some rhyme encounters
    I’m on on the prowl, ‘bout to give hell to all the doubters
    I’ll put up dollars, to wax and polish, abstract: Jackson Pollock
    They asking for it, speaking of the suckers acting brolic
    I can’t call it, I don’t know what makes em attempt
    In creating a dent in my armor but it’s barely been bent
    Begin to resent the passion in the poems I present
    Not known to pretend but act upon a threat right THEN
    Write when I first awake, and as fall asleep
    As well as somewhere in-between, yeah, my rhyme game’s deep
    So step in, let it engulf ya, became one with the flow
    I want ya know, I’m doing what I gotta Fa Sho…
    Yeah, I’m doing what I gotta Fa SHOW…
    Cause that’s all that I know
    As far as my crew, let me run em down for you
    Wildstyle, D.B.I, plus Chapter 2
    Black Man Zeke, DJ and MC Reese
    The S.P.O, Twice Born, and L.O.D
    Enforcer Chris ain’t frail, known for given em hell
    Advisor Choice and can’t forget the homie Darrel
    At home on the hill, that’s where Da Guillotine chill
    Madd Maxx on the tracks, or the scratch still ill
    Black Toast, Crypto, and the 40 Thievz
    We got JEL And KBATE for providing the beats
    Brain Leakage, Ispi, MadFreaka too
    Detonator, Cueball, MC ZUlU
    Immortal Method, Mental Block, D.O.P.E
    Lethal Weapon, MC Frost, and Vicious D
    Savage Intellect, Underground Solution, true rebels
    And Thawfor spreading righteousness to crush the devils
    From ’87 to ’95, names did change
    People came and went, but the intent the same
    The crew was my brain-child that I tried to maintain
    Dream didn’t last, but still respect the minimal gain
    I always do what I gotta…
    From Fox Crest to Colonial Park
    Was doing my part, making ceremonial art
    Plus known to embark on solo missions, one of kind
    Nunchucks back-pocket, tips touching my spine
    Must I remind, anyone the state of his mind
    Y’all should lock him in Rage Cage, leave him confined
    Need to combine these forces which are scattered about
    The challengers confidence getting shattered to doubt
    Ya blabber ya mouth, I got a remedy for the route
    Ya enemies gonna feel what pain is about
    Mouth of madness, Sutter Cane of the MC game
    MC’s gon mad? Yeah, I got someone to blame
    File ya complaint, or thank me for my service, point blank
    At my breaking point, fueled off anger and angst
    Beware of the stakes, realize the danger it paints
    I ain’t a villain, I’m just in a dangerous place
    Gangs in ya face, to see if ya will fight ya space
    I don’t need to lift a finger, cause a bluff all it takes
    Far as the cops, crooked as the smile with they teeth
    As the old saying goes, ‘Who’s running the streets?’
    Not walking a beat, naw, they rather beat ya to sleep
    Or intimidate, I won’t assimilate, I’m not a sheep
    And Imma keep my focus the babies, word to father
    I’m going farther, cause I gotta do what I gotta
    7 min
  • You Want A Style Like This... [Taigo Onez 2025 Remix]
    Coming hard from the intro on a house track
    You wear a crown? You might as well give me that
    You’re not a real king, I’m the real thing
    Wild like an animal, smooth like whip cream
    And Imma whip ya, zip your lip, rip your rep
    Tear your ego, leave you on the edge of death
    So come in peace, or face the rage of beast
    Who gets ruffer, every time a rhyme’s released
    Rhyme addict, wise on the microphone
    King of the brainstorm, nicknamed thunderdome
    Hard as hell, striking like lightning
    Reign supreme cause I keep the crowd hype and cheering
    Cause they like what they’re hearing,
    I drop science year out and year in
    Cause I’m gifted, mentally uplifted
    You want a style like this? Then come get it!
    You want style like Wildstyle? You got a long while
    Couldn’t do it, even if I showed you how
    You don’t have the mentality, nor originality
    But yet, you wanna battle me?
    With your weak rhyme, you’re just small time
    I can’t waste time, I’m out to get mine
    And I’mma reach and get it, hold it, now, hit it
    Or hit a punk trying to get wit
    My style, so just step back
    Rhyme combat, that’s what I’m best at
    It’s a rap thing, champ in the rhyme wing
    Give me the belt, I’m the heavyweight rhyme king
    And my DJ? He get live
    Cuts a record so fast, think your table’s on 45
    Cause he’s gifted, mentally lifted
    You want a style like his? Then come get it
    I write rhymes for the hardcore lyricists
    The average person might not get into this
    Cause it’s too complex and too hi-tech
    Too many metaphors you can’t get
    So that’s why we drop the drop tracks
    That you can’t dance to, and you like that
    So admit that, I’m a hit act
    Tryin’ to diss this? Just forget that
    I’m a warrior, lyrically militant
    You had the spotlight, now I’m stealing it
    From in front of your eyes
    Not trying to be sly, that’s for soft guys
    I’m a hardrock, front you, diss you
    Spit a freestyle, dismiss you
    Cause I’m gifted, mentally uplifted
    You want a style like this? Come get it
    (LONG BREAK BEFORE THIS VERSE)
    Metaphors are a mind game, and I’m winning (when in…)
    …The party I get hype when Maxx starts spinning
    From beginning to end, every cut and blend
    He stay dope, spin fast as a whirlwind
    Bust a dope mix, do the quick tricks
    To add flavor, I drop lyrics
    Come across; hype, dope or smooth like this
    Or come hard and just diss
    Or discipline those who claim they’re just listening
    But the bit, now they’re missing
    In action from a lyrical hijack
    You slept, now you’re on a milk carton, you get that?
    I hope so, cause you’re walking a rope so
    Thin it’s bound to break, why am I so dope? YO
    Cause I’m gifted, mentally uplifted
    You wanna style like this, then,,,come…and…get…it!
    6 min
  • Ya Don't Stop
    Swing to my own rhythm, yeah, I’m lost in a mind maze
    I knew about pain many years before ‘Rhyme Pays’
    So I stayed focused, never slowing or stop
    When my number gets called it’s like winning the slots
    Been ‘round the block, walk till my heels fall off
    Kill that soft talk, I’ve been known to stalk
    Real or false, the truth somewhere in the grey
    Daring my prey to challenge any word that I say
    And I’m OK with just a little bit of the fame
    Got in the game to put some respect on my name
    So act accordingly, more importantly, keep supporting me
    Flat broke, still your love means more to me
    Recording to me is a labor of love, I label in blood
    No wax, so I made it a dub
    Ain’t it enough to take you to the heights untouched
    Mics I clutch, RUFF, so on and so such…it don’t stop
    Ya Don’t Stop
    When I rhyme, just let the mind flow free
    Far as stopping, come on, y’all know me
    Rhymes I breathe, style like a trick up a sleeve
    I arrive some MCS just pick up and leave
    Hard to believe the way I just flow like a breeze
    Far as MCs, y’all should fall to your knees
    Begging please, teach me how to ride the beat
    Then cry to sleep, dream about my defeat
    Some try, some fly, some suck, some quit
    Some duck, when I come with the drums that hit
    So RUN, get your back up, but none equipped
    All they gonna get is more punishment
    The one to rip from night till sun is lit
    Because being on top, so fun, I admit
    Hard as brick, quick with the wit, and I get
    So deep in the beat, that I just can’t quit
    Ya don’t stop…Ya don’t stop…Ya don’t STOP
    4 min

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