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Quarashi Album



2004
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Audio Amigos
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Steua
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Crazy Bastard
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Yo You Drop your guard, rock you hard,
Who's in charge of this force?
I bet you didnt think you'd be cut up and scarred.
A man on the guard when it comes to retribution.
No matter how you whine theres no say for execution.
Your a friend of mine? (Huh!)
I'll split you down the spine (Yeah!)
Wind you up on a stick and step you like a fucking trine. (Huh!)
Revenge is best served cold and I'm the buffey.
$5.99 a plate full of Dirty foul play.
Don't close your eyes don't turn you're back.
Cause I'm right on your track, the big daddy Mac Yo.
I'm right behind you but I'm nowhere to be found.
Don't think it's nearly over cause I'm going out of bound!

(Chorus) x 2
This is payback, we got all the game plans in motion man!
Payback!
Ready up your Crew when we're coming!
What you got kid?!
Every last man you depend on!
Call your friends up, This is a dead one!

You get me individually Yo I don't get a moan.
What's small and skinny? But I deliver that's cuss and blows and.
I don't forget fuck it I come to collect.
Cause I ain't gonna test no nerve leaving Yo get.
Do you see what I'm saying? I'm going quick with your name and address.
If you give me a Girl whooping one day.
I stay humble and prepared little kid, ready to rumble never scared.
Rest of you quiver to a dare then you crumble cause yeah.
You call me Tiny but you wouldn't want the supplement.
The type who forgots that puts the shit back on your fundament.
I've got heavy procedures to put you in place.
I'm with your new features when I break your face in!

(Chorus) x 2
This is payback, we got all the game plans in motion man!
Payback!
Ready up your Crew when we're coming!
What you got kid?!
Every last man you depend on!
Call your friends up, This is a dead one!

I got what I came for and now I want more.
Surprise! Saw all you suckers when I take down the door (Door!)
Kicking and screaming all covered in gore.
And I'll leave all you bastards lying dead on the floor.
Got my plan of attack for this mother fucking payback.
Cut me your rhymes but black, Whitney you're cheap crack.
So hide if you can 'cause I'm coming after kid, recking as my face am a man of collect.

(Chorus) x 2
This is payback, we got all the game plans in motion man!
Payback!
Ready up your Crew when we're coming!
What you got kid?!
Every last man you depend on!
Call your friends up, This is a dead one!

. . .


I came riding when your stories.
Now don't you wanna hear.
How you prance around like a faget and never come near here.
You like gossip, cause you be snooping around for truse kid.
You're f**kin met the wrong man.
Cause somebody fed you bullshit.
And I don't like you as a pal or any other.
That's why I never bothered being a pal with covers.
Instead I trace enjoy your fetish, read on the street.
As dead as you are, when you rapping over that beat.
Be an MC bitch don't worry 'bout me.
What the f**k I do daily.
So help me Gotta speak free.
Cause I heard some shit, too you know, how you go about.
When your girl don't even admit that you two are goin out.
Is it like that? (Man!) you told me you was a player.
I bet you she loves the cock as much you love sex today to lay her.
Next time, you better think & stop before you had so much to say (Say!).
But next time was last time punk so say your prayer!.

(Chorus) x 4
Oompa Loompa Doompadee Da!
If your not smart you, then you can go f**k!

I heard you spit talking shit like I quit writing rhymes.
You got me pissed so what you need to do is listen this time.
I don't give a shit if ... or you couldn't hurt a fly.
You keep behaving like a dick you'll see the rules still apply.
Cause I've got ears & eyes and if I ever hear another word.
Whether it be a different time & a place in a different world.
Cause I allowed you one mistake but you took the fall again.
That's why I smacked you in the face & never called yourself my friend.
Cause high places or not I go the extra mile for mine.
You wouldn't tie your shoe laces for one pace at a time.
I hope fear will keep you at bay & right on track.
So don't lie down like a prey & stick knives in my back.
Cause Uh!
I'm on time & I can hear your bullshit.
And you can die trying but you'll never come close.
Please I know my 360 degrees.
And I can see a dead man walking before he's deceased.
Mother F**ker!.

(Chorus) x 4
Oompa Loompa Doompadee Da!
If your not smart you, then you can go f**k!

And I don't know but uh.
I think I saw your crew on 4.
Next time I hear that you're talkin.
I see you in the street you a dead man walking.
See you in the street you a dead man walking.

. . .


Tiny:

Yo, where you're going man, come on. You know what should be your next fix, a job nine to five, fuck the compensation and extras. And all the conversations with social workers et cetera. You need to get some deeds done if you wanna get better. I bet that you sleep 16 hours out of 24, wanna change things feels like nobody knows you anymore. Yeah but I've known you since way before I got high with you. You're my friend till death do us part I ride with you. But it ain't no good times no more, just the struggle for relief. Every time you decided you wanted credit you headed for grief. It's a long way, and if doing drugs was a test you skip forward, race ahead so you be dead with the rest. So come on now.

* Chorus * 2x
Let's get the stars, forget who we are. There's nothing to it.

Tiny:

So where you at now? Last I heard you was abroad. Used to be the ladies man, now you'd be set with dealers and broads. They say, next time you meet they gon' greet you in numbers. I bet somebody you owe, is that the reason you're staying under. Used to have a lot of tight friends but now the bonds are loosen. You know that shit ain't right man, I heard rumors confusin'. They acting like they care about you and your predicaments. I'm so sick of this bullshit every other dude is a hypocrite. But hey we had some good times I hope you understood man. I had to leave you like I did but damn I made a good friend. So keep the champagne on ice, and I'll catch you on the flipside when you make things right. So come on now.

*Chorus* 2x

Tiny:

You caught me pissing in the wind man but now I got the pool. I'm doing just splendid, how the fuck are you? You see, I took the hatchet and I cut my self loose. I got rid of both attachments and I'm back to pursue. I've been doing this for too long to just give up and move on. And I'm rolling the dice now, right now to ruled out. So let's cool down, relax and kick in. And enjoy this life like it is while we still can. So come on now.

*Chorus* 2x

. . .

Audio Amigos

[No lyrics]

. . .


Aye yo this shit doesn't come easy but hey don't misjudge me whatever might displease you, still couldn't touch me. I don't care what I write is what I'm gonna bust fights on round one, if you fuck with anyone of us. What! Please, you better run till your knees concede shit hits the fan next time you see me. And I don't stall about what's up with ya'll now freeze on the spot when it's time to let it all out. And I don't know I just don't know why things always get little bit out of control why people get rowdy when I come into the place. Whoops, there goes my glass in your face.

(Chorus)
One time for my posse. Posse.
Two times for my homes. Homes.
We'll be chillin in the backseat. Backseat.
Where we bury the bone. Bury the bone.

Here's a birdie who plays dirty in this game. It's a shame that my ex wants to act this way. What a hag man, what a bunch of crap to say. When I've been nothing but fair with you up till this day. But hey, you got what you wanted so choke on this shit to. You got issues, why you think I broke up with you. Damn it, can't you see I don't need this crap. I can't believe this bitch, give me my cd's back. Infact how's that for a turn on. For your ugly ass and a face I wouldn't even shoot sperm on. I'll tell you this much, you really got me pissed off. You flatchested bitch you really thought I went this soft. I tried to be nice, but if all you want is beef then a word of advice so you can sink your teeth in. I can be your bearer of ill rotten blues, when you disregard me this way, I bring bad news.

(chorus slow)
One time for my posse.
Two times for my homes.
We'll be chillin in the backseat.
Where we bury the bone.

My experience limited reputation discredited. The locals read it man, I have to live here please edit it. You can type that I'm quite nice if they buy it. I like my weekends private, real peaceful and quiet. I don't condone violence read books for recreation. I interfere with politics and public relations. So put that in your peace and a lid on it please. Doesn't matter if you bend the truth a little bit see. Next time I'm in the studio I'll take my grudges out, and you can get the clean version sent to your house. This is my scene now, and I'm a crake for more, till the world breaks, what the fuck you take me for.

One time for my posse. Posse.
Two times for my homes. Homes.
We'll be chillin in the backseat. Backseat.
Where we bury the bone. Bury the bone.

. . .


Kill Frenzy x3


I feel the darkness coming over me
Feel me falling into scary places, such a sight to see
I'm breakin out of my mental cages - nothing else can hold me
Even the pills the doctors gave me have the slightest control over me
I've got those thoughts again, the ones they said were dangerous
Scratching through my flesh, I cry and put up another plan for us
I'm getting out of here, it's time to get a move on
Time to break the bottle, let me out, it's time to get my groove on

Yeah yeah we get the groove on
See you can never stop us
We're top-notch, Rated R
Veterans and what not
Don't get the rules fuck up when you're engaged kid
Make them vaporize & dissapear without a trace
Shit, you don't wanna see me let the beast out the cage
You're lonely rages inside and the night's bigger than Jason's
So take your friends to a cottage on a silent hill
You can go psychotic it's just you & your violent kills

Here they come again, the demons in my mind
I scream & shout my lungs out that the people passing by
Go on, get out of here, you don't know what you're dealing with
I will crush your soul & tear you up, you mother fucking piece of shit!
But they don't listen & it's out of my hands
Cause I have no say to what I do the demon demands
You are the lucky one, the other one I've chosen
Now you leave this earth in torment, your boddy battered up and broken

Crack their skull open, see the pavement drenching in BLOOD
And Leave a fucken mess for the forensics team
Can't you sense it I'm contempted to satisfy
Everytime we take a life & end it, I grow inside

I can't help it, I was told to master genocide
Take these precious people to my car, take em for a ride
Hiding in the darkness, drowning at my own scream
I pray to God that one day that I'll wake up from this death dream

Kill Frenzy x4

. . .


I've got the gloves dropped swinging at you had the brass knuckles.
The guy that stereotyped that was kinda like a fly.
Then when you quit, you be talkin' shit with a speech impediment.
You wanna sweat it, etc & come & get it man.
See if it's right & nigga up or with the hype shit.
and we can put you on the spot, lets see if you like it.
I'll knock you off your feet as soon as you get up again.
So shut the f**k up and cover when you hit your fists.

I got some problems zip it up, cause I can't hold it down.
Cross my snakes got me workin' all the time I'm over town.
You know the legend so now experience reality.
Do not continue, try it, I've got 50 different breaths to breathe.
I wanna get it on, working til the break of dawn.
8 f**ken inches down the hatch, my f**ken devilspawn.
Bring out the ruler cause you can't believe the stories.
All the time, & one more victories,I'm a former glory.

[Chorus] x 2
So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior.
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier.
BOOM!
We got the the shit that makes you get.
On your toes and gets somewhere from here to there.

A lead rappers' gettin verse ready then verse spitting.
Any record producer could bullshit rappers be spitting.
I watch the blunders like no one else noticed.
Makes you wonder if it really pays for being so devoted.
It's kinda sad to me, see it all lead around to rap.
People talk shit about me what do I send back.
So let's see how you do, standing up close to this shit.
Cause that's what you go through if you wanna miss it.

So it's S-W-A-R-E See!
Screaming out when you come top it off with a Z!
I got some paper towels. wipe you off get you clean again
Get my ticket for a ride on the magic power train
So get you extra glide (the power tools), The Great Divide!
(The rubber gloves) Get romantic, tell your stories far & wide
Here we go again, we're out to make it dangerous
So pack it up you silly bitches, time to make some bread for us

[Chorus] x 2
So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier
BOOM!
We got the the shit that makes you get
On your toes and gets somewhere from here to there

[Instrumental Playing]

[Chorus] x 2
So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier
BOOM!
We got the the shit that makes you get
On your toes and gets somewhere from here to there

. . .


How many trips to the hospital does it take it?
This is from the doctor to tell me it's okay.
You're not dying kid, you need to stop breathing so heavily.
Although anxiety, it's sex on a factual melody.
Apologies assume closest to those who had to deal with.
Me when I think I'm dying & going completely hysterics.
So after her weekend of freaking out at the clinic.
A psychiatrist diagnosed me with paranoid-schizophrenic.
He prescribed me medication & he told me "Take this twice a day".
Pills to set my mind straight seems like a small price to pay.
But that's life today & it feels like I'm rebelled.
All idle but i dont ask it back at their workshop of the devil.
I paid my dues in this game & now I got to consult.
Somebody else so I stop from going out of control.
So don't score me cause you don't know where I've been.
Or what category I've haunted too, so let the story begin.

(Chorus) x 4
I've got a straight jacket on I've gotta get it out.
I've gotta take the control, I'm taking over now.

Ah, Yo!
So how many prescriptions & pills to calm me down.
Would you just listen just once.
My mothers stressed to pay your crowns.
How many dispair moments, how many pointless affairs.
I ain't got chance for you now, just bad companies here.
How many sleepless nights in all the fuss to keep you from the floor.
To a little deeper talk of places I was in before.
And I think I seen the way out, still I worry all the time.
But it might play out, the way I said it would in my rhymes.
And I'm tired of learning lessons how can I quit these forces.
Apply your methods in me & all your diagnosis.
Cause I keep falling a little further but straight.
And it's tough to be alone & deserted these days.

(Chorus) x 4
I've got a straight jacket on I've gotta get it out
I've gotta take the control, I'm taking over now

I walk around in frustration, lays me down & then sit.
I'm lying face down in space, fuck out of my wits.
How hard can it get still I'm reluctant to try.
I watch the seasons change while time keeps passing me by.
I got these changes on my brain going out of this world (And Why?)
Got a straight jacket on but time keeps passing me by.
Do I breathe in or breathe out, cause I'm so heavy inside.
But I try to keep going but time keeps passing me by.

(Chorus) x 4
I've got a straight jacket on I've gotta get it out
I've gotta take the control, I'm taking over now

. . .


You know, it's funny how some girls talk smooth & so sweet now.
Make you & your crew lose it and I can tell his teeth's out.
I felt a mirror come down to the hand.
Especially if your homie can't even keep it in his pants.
Thinking she's cool & thinking she's in.
She gets dumped then she starts fucking his friends.
And with a little bit of (Woah Woah!) as a for desert.
And now she got ya man and it hurts.
Some shit like this might end up in a fist fight.
So dudes take the piss for some bitch who don't get it right.
Where you going tonight you little wonderer?
Think you got your shit so tight but I'm on to ya.
How long will she last? Well if you're asking me.
A pussy like that can stand it's capacity.
So why don't you & your friends go have a ball.
Let it go for a weekend, she will do you all.

(Chorus) x 2
Pull your pants up!
Put your hands up!
It's game over when your ladies got your mans up!
She's a Pro when it's time to show you know.
Think full for a sucker you know you know.

Next up is an adultress now ain't you bitch.
Little slut wants to break up relationship.
Doesn't matter if she slips.
Ahe's gonna steal your man.
You see these hoes coming quick with a back up plan.
Infact ain't that a pity to fall into her clutch.
All she had to do was wave around some titties and such,
So look at that dandy go silly ho got mad.
And I know you gotta go but we can hit it off can't we?
She's in position now using her intuition somehow.
She gets him to put his defense mechanism down.
Somebody gotta strike the little ho with a stick.
She's in like cracking & why did ya go to his dick.
I wouldn't wanna be on that ice when it breaks.
Shorty likes what she can have but doesn't have what it takes.
She's a fake, she's a pro, she's a certified ho you know.
When you see her around the way.
You better act like you know, you know.

(Chorus) x 2
Pull your pants up!
Put your hands up!
It's game over when your ladies got your mans up!
She's a Pro when it's time to show you know.
Think full for a sucker you know you know.

Here's a birdie who gets who gets dirty when she flirts.
She's got a man but she's drunk with a hand on shirt & skirt.
In the club looking for a dude tall & handsome.
In a thong real cute, drawing all the attention.
Well she had a little beer then she had a little dick.
In a room with 6 like I can't do it I'm too sick.
That's bullshit, goddamn you small pussy.
Imagine you got your ass slammed and self some.
In a hurry, she said she got raped shit.
Don't worry about it man cause they videotaped it.
And she knew it, even agreed to do it.
Dispute & disbelieve but he's got what he needs to prove it.
Before you get stuck in the middle etc.
You better hear me out on this one lecture.
I ain't no expert but this shit I know and them.
Every woman has a little bit of ho in em.


(Chorus) x 2
Pull your pants up!
Put your hands up!
It's game over when your ladies got your mans up!
She's a Pro when it's time to show you know.
Think full for a sucker you know you know.

. . .

Steua

[No lyrics]

. . .


I come runnin when the beat starts.
Ya'll kick it to me.
Spitting out lyrics like a cross dressing dope fiend.
I'm working in, I'm working hard for the best of it.
Beating just the best of them but I want to get the rest of them.
I'm wrecking it. (Yeah!)
I fuck it up for the next of kin.
I'm kicking back with a blunt and a glass of gin.
You can't control me, I'm the mother fucking man.
Why do I claim these things because I can.
Break it down to basics, Ya'll see me lifted.
Elevated, sage-like, lovesome and gifted.
Strikingly original, a pioneer, a visionary.
When it comes to sex I'm a man on a missionary.
Springing like a jackknife, quick to the rescue.
You want to test me, you fucking made me.
So make your move son, don't keep me waiting.
Better do it now or do you want to keep on hating.

(Chorus)
Booya! (I rock it hard, I rock it best)
Booya! (Friday Night and break the test)
Booya! (Shake that ass and shake your breasts)
I guess those are the things that make me blessed!

I don't wander distorted turn the other cheek and just grudge.
I'll put you in order and drown your grin in the mud.
And I don't quit while winning I'll give you twice the amount.
And the shit you deposit when you open up my account.
So step aside cause I'll come running like a freak and.
Catch ya walking funny on the sunny side of the street man.
You're gonna get me arrested ain't that some shit.
You hear stories the molest me and test them grits.
Don't you know what they call me cause I ain't tall.
I gotta pack something to make the other guy look small and like.
Do something stupid and bring a sharp toothbrush.
Race around the city and get your whole crew crushed.

New coat of paint on, we're still the same.
Mother Fucker that are always on top in this game.
Cause we got the craziest, fucked up individuals.
Rock steady crew, break some backs honey with you all.
This is how it's gonna be, this is how it works.
Gonna ride, gonna drink, gonna fuck till it hurts yo.
Freaks to the left of me, suckers to the right.
If you want a little taste, you can have what is left of me.
Swing my bat, catch the ball running.
I got it working cause it's you I'm always gunning.
I'm wicked, wild, fucked and crazy.
Full of shit, distracted and hazy.
I said my piece, now go forth and multiply.
Tear me down, disown me, well you can try.
Indestructible and baby that's a fact um.
You want a sample right straight up in your rectum.

(Chorus) x 2
Booya! (I rock it hard, I rock it best)
Booya! (Friday Night and break the test)
Booya! (Shake that ass and shake your breasts)
I guess those are the things that make me blessed!

. . .


Nothing left in me to fight for.
Go with all the rest.
You know what it is inside me.
Carry me back.

This song is all I have to give now.
Nothing more to say.
Words are running out, there's no more.
Carry me back.

I, I'm tired, torn, but trying.
Now all hope lies with you.
Carry me back home again.
A new world built on all the good parts.
Words are what we are, and words are where it starts.

Nothing ever brings me home. x8

. . .

Crazy Bastard

[No lyrics]

. . .


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