Blaze Ya Dead Homie Album

(Blaze)
Everybody got a song that they want you to hear
Spittin' overload of emotion just to get in your ear
Before I listen, you already know what you like
You don't be falling for the flavor of the mainstream hype
He's back, and I don't want your promo tape
And even if it's shrink wrapped, homeboy I'm straight
I'm on my own, a choosy motherf**ker myself
And I don't settle for the first record to fall off the shelf
So don't tell me what to listen to, or tell me what to like
Don't tell me that it's banging off the hook and hella tight
Your opinion matters to you (come again?)
Your opinion matters to you (okay)

(Chorus)
Bump this shit right here
When you're at wit's end and you still don't give a f**k 'cause you love it
Bump this shit right here
When you got fired on your job, on your day off, what the f**k?!?
Bump this shit right here
When you're stuck in a traffic jam, bumper to bumper, for 3 hours
Bump this shit right here
Cause you found out your love, was loving somebody besides you

I don't want your money, I just want your mind and your ear
You don't want to hear my shit well bitch it's fine, give it here
F**k up out my face, let the music bump
All playa haters shut the f**k up
We ain't even got through the intro and someone pissed
Cause this shit don't sound quite exactly how they expected it
Open up your closed mind and you might see
'Cause you care about the music if it set ya soul free
Don't tell me what to listen to, don't tell me what to like
Don't tell me that it's banging off the hook and hella tight
Your opinion matters to you (come again?)
Your opinion matters to you (okay)

(Chorus)
Bump this shit right here
When you're at wit's end and you still don't give a f**k 'cause you love it
Bump this shit right here
When you got fired on your job, on your day off, what the f**k?!?
Bump this shit right here
When you're stuck in a traffic jam, bumper to bumper, for 3 hours
Bump this shit right here
Cause you found out your love, was loving somebody besides you

Bump this shit right here
(Turn it up ya'll)
Bump this shit right here
(Till your windows crack)
Bump this shit right here
(Let me see you jump)
Bump this shit right here
(Up with the bump, bump)
Bump this shit right here
(Turn it up ya'll)
Bump this shit right here
(Let me hear the bass bump)
Bump this shit right here
(Turn it up ya'll)
Bump this shit right here
(Till you're dead and you ain't got no air left in ya lung)

(Chorus)
The touch of death is coming, there's nowhere to escape
Your life is slowly fading into your hollow grave
You can not be saved
You can not be saved

(Blaze)
There was once a man that couldn't die
In fact to this day that man is still alive
He lives in the cosmos on the edge of time
Little kids have heard of him, in nursery rhymes (he's the dead)
But he walks among society carrying a sickle and a shotgun
With a touch of death, and death's hands
He's a young, dying, unstoppable, dead man, you'll know

(Chorus)
The touch of death is coming
you'll know
There's nowhere to escape
you'll know
Your life is slowly fading
you'll know
Into your hollow grave
you'll know
You can not be saved
You can not be saved
When death is upon us, come with me right now, and don't be afraid

I've been alive for many centuries
Watched new kings replace old kings
Seen empires overthrown with war
Disease and sickness, for rich or poor
Armies form and prepare to fight
Damn what a battle it lasted twenty nights
19 days, 12 B.C. to think nobody ever heard of me
I'm in the afterlife that's where I grew
Watched a whole lot on a thang or two
Come to find out their afraid of you
If you don't die exactly the way they do
They knew I wasn't right from the start
With jet-black blood to match my black heart
Found out quick that the world was cold
'Fore anyone even had a soul, understand

(Chorus)
The touch of death is coming, understand
There's nowhere to escape, understand
Your life is slowly fading, understand
Into your hollow grave, understand
You can not be saved
You can not be saved
When death is upon us, come with me right now, and don't be afraid

Colton Grundy past life experience
Different time my friend, delirious
All of those memories just blur together
So understand sometimes I don't know no better
But I'm kcab (back)
But I really ain't go nowhere
I sit here surrounded in dark countin' dead
Looking for someone to give this pain too
Looking for someone to feel the way that I do, like me

(Chorus)
The touch of death is coming
Like me
There's nowhere to escape
Like me
Your life is slowly fading
Like me
Into your hollow grave
Like me
You can not be saved
You can not be saved
When death is upon us come with me right now and don't be afraid

Hey man! He done f**ked yo' ride up!

(Chorus)
Err'ybody get your
shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f**k about your set, type mentality

(Blaze)
I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast
And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost
I got an itchy trigger finger and I'm scratching like a DJ
15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see me
Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold
And my homeboy rapping to a chicken that he know
Here come a car up the street, rolling real slow
With a wannabe, baby G, hanging out the window
Looking close, like he knows me
F**k set!, Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholstery
Trying to play me closely, but my approach be
Buck'em all till they fall with my shotgun

(Chorus 2x)
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f**k about your set, type mentality

(Anybody Killa)
If I keep my self alive, something just might happen
Like my gun clapping, or a motherf**ker's head crackin'
My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot
Always shaking, looking just like Michael J. Fox
Save me, help me take me out this mind frame
Without the choppin' on you hoes cause I'm insane
Me and Colton be getting Grundy in the hood
Knocking down your doorway, jacking all your goods
Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourself
F**king wit me, is just bad for your health
So when you see me coming, best be thinking whether you want to live or die
Cause my anger's increasing, so watch out
Cause we ain't playing pimp, move the f**k over
All up our face, acting like we know ya
But if you really want to get that close,
Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes

(Chorus 2x)
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f**k about your set, type mentality

(Esham)
Sawed off shotgun and I'm about to dump
Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on bump
Cruising down 7 mile, cash bed of pile
You think my shotgun won't blast, bat a thou-
I'm all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge
Don't push me cause, I'm over the edge
Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my head
Only reason Colton Grundy see me cause he been dead
Boy I'm nothing to play with; my shotgun murdered 9 federal agents
I kill them all ages,
Bloodstain the front pages
This shit is outrageous,
Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cages
Police been after me, I cause a catastrophe
All because my shotgun said Blasphemy
Now another shotgun casualty

(Chorus 2x)
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off
Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way back in the day
With that I don't give a f**k about your set, type mentality

(Blaze)
4 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Three more people wanna test me
3 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Two more people wanna test me
2 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
One more person wanna test me
1 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a madman
Don't nobody wanna test me

"Damn! F**k! I ran outta muthaf**kin ammo, unless you count the box of shells i got in the glove compartment!"

..."What the f**k are you lookin' at!?"

(Chorus)
Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
You ain't seeing none of my clique
That's for life bitch
And that's for life bitch!
(And that's for life bitch)
And that's for life bitch!
(And that'd for life bitch)
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
You ain't seeing none of my clique
That's for life bitch

(Blaze)
So know I show up with a shotgun, enough shells to blow holes in err'thing
Bloody up the walls, the windows, and the curtains
I'm for certain, this sucker right here
Gonna die like a bitch motherf**ka right here
Get that ass chalked up, I'ma trace you
Pull out the twelve gauge pencil, and erase you
It takes two to tango, so I brought four
And in the glove box, shotgun shells galore
I came for war, and leaving with a piece of your head
So I can look at it, when thinking about that shit that you said

(Chorus)
Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
You ain't seeing none of my clique
That's for life bitch
And that's for life bitch!
(And that's for life bitch)
And that's for life bitch!
(And that'd for life bitch)
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
You ain't seeing none of my clique
That's for life bitch

I might send you where the bitch motherf**kas, go when they die
Fresh out the belt line, with the chrome 4-5
Better get to an exit, that vest ain't going help
Dump the whole clip, make sure my presence is felt
Drive-by! and I ain't got to be in the car
I do a drive-by, on a Haro wit no handlebars
I do a walk-by, blasting at you out of the blue
And what a bitch motherf**ka like you gonna do?

(Chorus)
Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
You ain't seeing none of my clique
That's for life bitch
And that's for life bitch!
(And that's for life bitch)
And that's for life bitch!
(And that'd for life bitch)
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
You ain't seeing none of my clique
That's for life bitch

Now if I unload the heater, I'ma reload the heater
And make sure to splatter blood on your khakis and wife beater
Ya'll bitches ain't leavin' alive
When you cross me, you cross the chalk line
Now prepare to die
People is bleeding, bitches is screaming
Suckers running into cars, and driving away speeding
I'm in the backpocket looking for chalk to trace
The ones who can't walk dead, are trying to crawl away

(Chorus)
Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
You ain't seeing none of my clique
That's for life bitch
And that's for life bitch!
(And that's for life bitch)
And that's for life bitch!
(And that'd for life bitch)
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
You ain't seeing none of my clique
That's for life bitch

(Blaze)
Ever since back when I was alive
I always thought to myself what it would be like to die
Today I'm more dead than a doornail
Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell
And if I ever fall short of the gold
I'll fall back on a nickel-plated chrome and take everything you own
I'm a pure-bred hustler, gang-bang affiliated
I pack a heater bitch, this ain't entertainment

(Chorus)
If I fall only time will tell,
and if I fall of out of control
My pockets is bound to swell
If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
You know you know it my nigga
That's treal best believe me

(Lavel)
The shadow, back up in you like a pap-smear
No I'm not a player, wearing sweaters made of cashmere
with matching boots
I came for the loot, I'm riding shotgun and bitch
I'm prepared to shoot
Duck low unless you want to get hit with the blast
I'll blow a motherf**kers hair in and out his baseball hat
And if I catch him hard grinding with some shit that's phat
I'm gonna lay him on his back, you bitches better believe that

(Chorus)
If I fall only time will tell,
and if I fall of out of control
My pockets is bound to swell
If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
You know you know it my nigga
That's treal best believe me

Fall down, if I fall, get back up again
I'm gonna get back up again, when will this ride be over
Did it begin, no more slipping
Yo' I had it up to here, cause I've had enough
This shit's all f**ked up
When times get tough you need to pick yourself up, and brush off

(Blaze)
I'm not afraid to fall, I fell, got up
Kept moving while my body repeatedly got shot up
I even tried to stand up
After taking a the clip and a half from a bitch-ass rocking a ski mask
In a dark alleyway, I was killed on a Sunday night
Body recovered on a Monday
News covered the gunplay
The same dude that killed me,
dead body discovered in the subway

(Chorus)
If I fall only time will tell,
and if I fall of out of control
My pockets is bound to swell
If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
You know you know it my nigga
That's treal best believe me

(Jamie Madrox)
Madrox and I'm round like the earth
I done fell so many times, I'm accustomed to all the hurt
No work, and no jobs, and people are unemployed
Most of the people just filling the void,
and I'm one of them
Just because I'm in front of them,
mean I'm ahead of the game
And when you clear away the shit, we basically all the same
All going against the grain and hope for some better days
In the meantime, we all just trying to mantain

(Chorus)
If I fall only time will tell,
and if I fall of out of control
My pockets is bound to swell
If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
You know you know it my nigga
That's treal best believe me

"Hey!, Hey bitch! What the f**k?! You can't hear or something?! Hey look ho, you looking for a motherf**king thug?"

(Chorus 2x)
Hey you (Who me?)
That's right (What's up?)
Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up
I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come
Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on

(Blaze)
Hey love, do them titties got a name
This is dead body game let me see you shakin' something
I ain't impressed by hoes with attitudes
I'm impressed by the way them hoes is mad at you
I ain't spending honey real G's don't shed funds
I ain't sensitive like Brian McKnight, I'm tryin' to f**k
Remy and Coke, dick all in and out of your throat
Until that bitch started to choke, no joke

(Chorus 2x)
Hey you (Who me?)
That's right (What's up?)
Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up
I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come
Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on

Hey bitch, do your momma know you outside,
Hanging in the passenger window, of my hoo-ride
And I can barely see the ass, stacked off in the pants, and she talking real fast
The bitch kinda smelt like fish and chips
But boy did she have a set of dick sucking lips
Told her what she wanted to hear, so I could get all in her cat
Dead homie all up in her cat, now picture that

(Chorus 2x)
Hey you (Who me?)
That's right (What's up?)
Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up
I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come
Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on

Hey bitch hoe, I need a thug bitch hoe
What's you say you let me keep a hold of all your bankroll
I won't spend it all in one place
And I can shoot a load to cover your whole waist
All up in your face like a true thug
All in your shit, in my eyes you only worth what you come with
I want shit like your pockets
But what about the 'dro?
Come on you know I got um

(Chorus 2x)
Hey you (Who me?)
That's right (What's up?)
Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up
I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come
Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on

(Blaze)
Allow me to introduce myself
I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch
No need to excuse yourself
A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight
But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk this mic
When I get right, ain't nobody getting shit
'Cause I'm gonna get so right, ain't gonna be nothing left to get
Out cold, but I got the balance, with even heat
'Cause if my talents don't provide, I got a gat under the seat (and that's real)
Too raw for some of y'all to feel
But that's just life, shuffle the cards and deal
And the wheels'll keep spinnin'
Ho's keep catching too many feelin's
And too many men are turning into women
That the world that we live in,
the world that I sit and spit in
And squeeze my ass where I can fit in, so just listen
Because I would never waste your time
But if you lend me your ear, then I promise to blow you're mind

(Chorus)
I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)
Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)
Put some volume on that sound
Out the gate, make no mistake, the chain is severed
And the link's the only thing that's been holding me together
I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)
Lay your money down (put your drink on that ice)
Put some volume on that sound
(If you ain't come to party)
Show that ass to the door
(Man if you ain't come to party)
Then what the hell you here for

Better not be drama, I hate acting tight
Cut that ass like a director, and edit you like a re-write
Ain't nobody playing, filleting ya like a fish
So mind your own, and go attend to your drink, and your bitch
Cause it's Sid the DJ, is spinning right here
In him seven, eight bottles of beers, inside the Everclear
Got me feeling far from friendly,
like you trying to push emotion on me
Becoming your new found enemy (better let it be)
I came to drink and ball (you're upsetting me)
Talking shit under your breath, little boy
I don't like bitches, or dudes that imitate 'em
So quit acting like a female, and speak up player

(Break x2)
So what you wanna do, and why you looking at me?
So many girls in the house, with fine asses and titties
Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on)
Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah)

(Chorus)
I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)
Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)
Put some volume on that sound
Out the gate make no mistake, the chain is severed
And the link's the only thing that's been holding me together
I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)
Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)
Put some volume on that sound
(If you ain't come to party)
Show that ass to the door
(Man if you ain't come to party)
Then what the hell you here for?

They call me Grim fresh, I'm like the cream of the crop
The shit that starts on the bottom and just rise to the top
Too many of ya'll sound the same
While my style is infinity and uncapable to restrain
Off the chain and a short leash
Serving you salty on the biscuit and a two piece (soaked in chicken grease)
What it is, what it will be
You bark like a big dog, but we'll see
How many puppy bites, it takes to break skin
Well man, I'll break bread
While other rappers let go to their head, and wind up dead in a nightclub somewhere
Anywhere, ain't nothin' but thugs in here

(Chorus)
I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)
Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)
Put some volume on that sound
(If you ain't come to party)
Show that ass to the door
(Man if you ain't come to party)
Then what the hell you here for?
Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on)
Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah)

(Repeat until end)
Yeah

(Chorus)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)

(Blaze)
I catch'em while they sleeping, always on point,
never fall off
Known as a black hearse, who came to haul your ass off
All your talking, need to stop
Before I get stupid, and then let the motherf**kin' gat pop
I got a rumor for you bitches, at the core
I strangle seven hoes, and I'm looking for a couple more
So if you get in my way, we got beef, and I'ma gut you like a fish, with my razor sharp teeth
I'm a pit-bull without a muzzle, held down by the Psychopathic family (Family!)
Checkmate motherf**ker, this is Colton,
turn your body into dust where you standing
Darkness is my weapon, and caution is advised
I'll spit some shit,
and draw the blood clear up out your eyes
Go on and stick your hands up, and empty your pockets
I'm leaving with our money, your rings, and your momma's life

(Chorus)
Stick yo' hands up, this is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up, come up out your jewels and your money
Stick yo' hands up, you know that you done f**ked up 'cause!
Stick yo' hands up, now you in the presence of a thug
Life in the city, is out of control
What you gonna do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna live?
Bloody bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low

(Anybody Killa)
Raise'em up, let me see the blood rush
We only coming for the good shit, so give it up
Life's a obstacle, and the object is,
to get with it or just get dealt with
So put them bitches sky-high, you think they care if you die
F**k that tear in your eye (man why you crying)
I ain't playing, do you see my homie smiling?
Man, let me see the watch,
Is this gold? Are these diamonds? (Cha-Ching)
Dawg, give me all your shit (Give it up)
And all rest of you, better sew them lips
Acting like I'm playing a game,
Who wants to be the first victim, to reveal they brain
I suggest you keep them up, you heard what my homie said, bitch check nuts
Stick'em up, keep'em up, don't move
cause you f**king with some killers for real (ooh)

(Chorus)
Stick yo' hands up, this is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up, come up out your jewels and your money
Stick yo' hands up, you know that you done f**ked up 'cause!
Stick yo' hands up, now you in the presence of a thug
Life in the city, is out of control
What you gonna do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna live?
Bloody bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low

(Blaze)
Put your hands up, this is a motherf**king stick-up
Don't nobody move, or they gonna get they throat cut
I'm low on fetty, and I got to get paid
I want it all, so go on, and empty the safe
My homies in the lobby, hand on the 4-5
Don't even think about running, you move and you die
Wanna test me, no vest can protect thee
Am I lying ABK?

(Anybody Killa)
Man, I suggest we let them see
Put your backs to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if you ever doubt it, than you doomed
Death by us, cooperate
Smartness is the key factor, to give your life a whole new chapter (real)
Mister tough guys don't live long, cause I'm down to take them out with the chrome
You know what I mean?

(Chorus)
Stick yo' hands up, this is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up, come up out your jewels and your money
Stick yo' hands up, you know that you done f**ked up 'cause!
Stick yo' hands up, now you in the presence of a thug
Life in the city, is out of control
What you gonna do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna live?
Bloody bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low

(Blaze)
My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold
My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul
Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know
And casually throw it all right out the window
I return from the beyond again, with a shovel on my shoulder
And a photograph of him, from the dark, backwards
counter-clockwards,
A lot of the words that I said, they went unheard
Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth
For so long, with hopes that no one would get hurt,
from this raging retard
Riddled with bullet holes, when you're different,
that's how it goes
I understand, do you?
If you were in a situation, that's mine
You'd probably go on, pretending everything is fine
But that, phony feeling couldn't be further from truth
When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit

(Chorus 2x)
When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth

Dirty like the earth, And young bitches that lift skirts
To pay college funds, or get they nails done
We all human, got to do, what we gotta to do
From flipping a couple birds, to turning a trick or two
Or slapping a trick or three, for imitating a G
Rapping in the mirror, while they bumping my LP
Imitation is flattery, that what they tell me
But you ain't thug, you can't sell me, nope

(Chorus 4x)
When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth

A beautiful bowl of spread with lilies and orchids
A mortician playing your song upon the organ
I'll smash in your casket in with a sledgehammer
At this point now the anger is all that really matters
Busted the clock, threw the numbers away in my dreams
So I'm haunted by new miracle messages, what do they mean?
Whatever it is, is probably wrong
There's a hole in my head, and thoughts do linger too long
And then I get branded as a walking mistake
And all I wanted was a piece of the cake, and some ice cream
Would a nice dream like a vacation from nightmares?
Speaking on deaf ears to people who don't really care
We throw it all away in garbage, bring it back
Clean it up after the commentary and serve us a track
What ever they want they gonna get, that's besides the point
Meanwhile many motherf**kers platinum off of club joints
And it's all f**ked up right now
And it's all f**ked up right now
And it's all f**ked up right now
When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit

(Chorus 4x)
When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth

(Blaze)
G's up hoe's down
I don't give a f**k if you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town
You need to bow down, out of respect or fear
I ain't asking, I'm demanding, make sure the message is clear
Hey now player, it's all right, stop speaking my name
Unless you're looking to fight
I ain't looking to battle rap, with you
I'm looking to unload my gat, and bust a cap in you

(Chorus)
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the dayz of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

Do you remember when G's was real, like stainless steel?
Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat
Bitches nowadays, need to get sprayed
Tricks ain't on the game, and the ghetto serenade
My name keeps falling from out your mouth
Which causes me and my homies, to pull the heaters out
Find a bitch up in you, and we beat her out
Put the barrel in yo' mouth, pull the trigger, and we out

(Chorus)
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the dayz of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

"Damn the game's f**ked up
Rappers want to be actors
Actors want to be thugs
And some of ya'll thugs is falling in love
What's up, you need a hug?"

Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots
The game changed, ya'll got earnings by getting shot
People getting over, by sleeping with bitches on tracks
And others looking for them, so they labeled wack
And the media quick to jump on the nuts, of who's on top
They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop
It's some f**ked up shit, but it happens all the same
But tell me do you recall, or remember them dayz?

(Chorus)
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the dayz of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

(Repeats over)
You ain't thug!

(Blaze)
I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor
Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low
I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves
Shakin, like ain't nobody shakin' better than her
House is packed, we're moving from front to back
Took my seat in VIP, and ordered a Cognac
Pull out my product sack, and commenced the break down
Here baby, you puff? grab up a seat and sit down

(Chorus x2)
We gon' roll it up, come on girl
Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
And the party don't stop till sunlight

Four blunts later, and two and a half bottles of Don P.
Followed by four shots of whiskey, had me tipsy
But I still had game,
and thoughts are still running up in ol' girl's frame
Now I don't pimp skirts, I lift skirts
And then serve, my dang-dang and beat it up until your 'nanny hurts
What do you say we leave this place, and get a bit to eat
And maybe after that I can toss you up, in the backseat

(Chorus x2)
We gon' roll it up, come on girl
Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
And the party don't stop till sunlight

Back in the car, now we on the road,
is when she acting all freaky, out of control
Said the way she worked up in the club, that wasn't shit
And I should see her when she butt naked, working the dick
Ain't no point, just imagining
I'm headed to the Quality Inn, to get some quality skins, from this trick
She put it on me, then straight f**ked me to death
But ain't no stopping a player when there's still a blunt left

(Chorus repeat until end)
We gon' roll it up, come on girl
Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
You know that I came to get right (turn it up)
And the party don't stop till sunlight

(Chorus 2x)
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

(Blaze)
I was the first to put it down
Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta sounds
Strictly keep it underground
Lotus in the family, you now how we do
Coming for ours and won't hesitate to ride on you
Record sales don't make you bulletproof
Big time, and we both know you don't be doing that shit that's in your rhymes
You ain't a G like me, you ain't the thug I be
You watered down, like the punks I see on MTV
Where you're motherf**king trees, always asking for smoke
Ain't it a bitch, everybody a G when wearing Loc's
That's a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heat
Whoever think he the shit, trying to claim my territory
I'm a motherf**king G with heaters loaded and cocked
You's a small time pee-on, braggin of running rocks
Bitch break yourself, for everything and then some
Hold the mic to my dick, so you can hear me when I cum

(Chorus x2)
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

Never ever was I a bitch hoe,
you can put that on my ten-fold
Ma pop Grundy and them know I sicko
Baby boy got banana clips for his chopper
Known to bring drama somethin' proper
Check nuts
Colton Grundy got handles, I got the J
So when I'm spiting from the big oh line, nuts' in your face
Dead homie on a ho-port, smoking a Newport
Spiting at the bitches, and bumping that new Too Short
Life is nothing I can even they to relate to, for real though
Being dead is serious, it change you
All I got left in this world, is my music to play
So you correct if you thinkin', that I'ma do my thang
And all the thugs that wit me, throw your shit in the air
And wave those motherf**kers side to side
like you don't care
And if you feeling like I'm feeling, then it's plainy clear
'Cause it's a whole bunch of dead folk chilling in here

(Chorus x2)
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

(Violent J)
It's me and Blaze, drunk driving in an 87 Cutlass
Taking turns at the wheel while the other claps motherf**kers
You're chick, I'm dicking that
wicked shit, I'm kicking that
I'm hitting with the quickness, life's stinking, where the chickens at?
You made a wrong turn coming down my block
I'll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rock
Uh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got,
Mr. Dead Folx sparking at the burial spot
We about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like Marz
Get your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap stars
A little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (yes)
I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloody
I'm Violent J, I'll be around until my dieng day
On tour smoking bud, and eating Flying J
Look me up under 'Juggla' and you'll find my name
And if you don't, then you're dictionary's lame motherf**ka!

(Chorus x2)
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

(Repeat Till End)
Mr Dead Folx
Believe me man you don't know me

(Chorus 2x)
2 many bitches wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94

(Blaze)
Bitches call me daddy (Hey dad!)
They like the way a muh'f**ka creep,
through the hood in a caddy
I'm a mack in my own right, like Cube said
Getting my dick sucked in a alleyway, by a chickenhead
I don't love that hoe, and I ain't handcuffing
Too many bitches, and they turkies needed stuffing
Like this bitch the other day, begging me to drive over,
and beat it up properly
I'm like a young Wilt, still in his prime
Cause there's oh so many bitches,
and there's oh so little time
They all want a piece of the dead, and they can't have it
Still a little picky, on which hoes that I'm stabbing
So if I serve dick to you, you've been blessed
Now go home and brag about the shit to your friends (uh oh!)
That's the way it goes I suppose
Got to hit the store, for some more rubbers,
for these hoe's
2 many bitches

(Chorus 2x)
2 many bitches wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94

(Anybody Killa)
When it comes to them bitches, I know a few
Sack chasing, blood sucking leeches with boobs
Ready to set it off, I keep ‘em blind and lost
And if they getting lippy, they getting tossed
Just for frontin'
There's too many hoes actin' like some bitches
Not a lick of woman in them, so they get vicious
Calm me down, hold me back
Light the blunt, and let me hit it,
before this 'rat get smacked
It's like me and Grundy, can spot a chicken coming
Bobbling her head, ready to gobble dick or something
Putin' up with hoodrats for years
Because the streets of the D, are just oh so clear
But I keep on riding, say what's up
I'm a sucka for some titties, and a fine ass butt
Its the life of a killer, true tales with no glitches
Too much game, brings 2 many bitches for real

(Chorus 2x)
2 many bitches wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94

(Blaze)
My calendar's filled,
hoe's making appointments to get it drilled
Met a chick with a phat ass, couldn't wait to get in that (Who?)
She said her name was Karen
And she didn't mind sharing time
She stayed off I-94 and Outer Drive
I'm on my way to see Carol from Grandview
Guess I could stop through, and beat it up for a few
Creep in through her doorway, and told her to drop them britches
You ain't the only one, I got 2 many bitches (hooty hooo)

(Anybody Killa)
Hey bitch where your girls at?
Tell them grab they shit, and meet me in the back
I'm about to put them in a new situation
Life of luxury, you, your girls and me
I'm so glad that you took the opportunity,
to come to the underground
And open up yourself to me
But there's so many others out there just like you
So I'm off to the next 'cause we through
Thanks again!

(Chorus 2x)
2 many bitches wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94

(Repeat till fades)
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94

(Blaze)
Solomon was the father, the casketmaker
In 1920 something, he was the undertaker
Who outlived everyone until the day he tried to die
And jumped in the freezing water so starts the timeline
1980 something one summer evening
Come out that same water he came ah-creeping
Wtih tattered clothes soaking wet from head to toe
Where he happened he had not know, no boots
Solomon was lost and confused in different times
He knew he didn't belong he could see it in her eyes
So he fled in the alleyway like the homeless
Cause at this point in time his life was hopeless
Killing himself didn't work a bit
He only woke up 60 years in the future, revived his shit
Alive was dead still waiting to become the transformation into Blaze's son

(Chorus)
I keep changing feeling strange and watch as
I metamorphosize, well
Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the
He is the father and I am the son
And together we become the great undying one, well
Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the

Blaze the son, was a gangsta work
He live by the gun, and died over trying to sell one
To a baby G, from a set around the way
Things are way different now, from way back in the days
Solomon would have never sold a piece
He'd only build a couple caskets
The house, alter the season
Blaze on the other hand, loved killing everything
And then what he took, to get his hands on some money man
From selling crack rocks, on street blocks
Hood famous as a dead thug
Always rocking a clock
Following numbers up the clock, making doorways
So anyone who would oppose, would die and just go away
He never died, no his wounds never healed
Never stopped to think, how shitty that got to feel
But it's okay, cause he's changing again
To fulfill the destiny, of Colton Grundy's brethren

(Chorus)
I keep changing feeling strange and watch as
I metamorphosize, well
Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the
He is the father and I am the son
And together we become the great undying one, well
Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the

Colton is the great one, never will he perish
He's not concerned with the life, that so many cherish
Not concerned with looking for love, that they claim that is
He's heartless, he dead, he's proud, he's not embarrassed
Move back, no time, the clock is broke
Never had parents, he was conceived in smoke
Father was just a premonition of a past life,
or the life he never stopped living
His story began right, it didn't
Still confused and I don't get it
He is I, and I am him, I never had decendents
I never had any father, and I am like my brother
To sum it all up, we're all the same motherf**ka

(Chorus 2x)
I keep changing feeling strange and watch as
I metamorphosize, well
Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the
He is the father and I am the son
And together we become the great undying one, well
Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the

(Blaze)
"Look the history lessons over motherf**kas
You still to learn one thing tho
Man life is a ladder, keep climbing that motherf**ker
Even if there's like 52 thousand rungs
Man don't ever hesitate to get whatever it takes to get the motherf**king job done"

(Blaze)
There is one patch made of gravel and cobblestone
Filled with paying dues and laced with potholes,
I'll never quit
Shit, I'll think I'll pull off to the side
With one foot in the game, and the other on the grind
Now my mind's been compared to a darkly lit alleyway
With too many rats and that bitch for you to tally
Now I'm moving on up
It's my timing, coming up short,
not for long, I'm steady climbin'

(Esham)
Climbin', rhymin' with the undying,
filthy, never shining
Always grinding, I made it three feet
and I got three feet to go
Cause been six feet under from a long time ago
Me and Colton Grundy, bloody money
Now I climb from the cemetary dirt under me
From dust till dawn, when the sun be shining
You'll see my hand come from underground
Cause I'm climbing

(Chorus)
I'm climbing, I'm rising, I'm straight to the top
Making blood splatter, don't matter, I ain't gonna stop
And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
I'm out here climbing, I'm whilin, this hatchet go chop

(Monoxide Child)
Its a constant battle, for me to get to the top
But when the ball drops, I'm going bring the world to a stop
I'm a man on a mission,
wishing everybody would just get up off me
Maybe then I could breath,
I'm on my knees again
Waiting for my chance to get away,
hoping I'll be up there one day
I'll never stop trying to climb, so ride my vine,
and let me reach for mine
And in time

(Jamie Madrox)
Hand over hand we climb, play the beat, and we rhyme
See us on stage, throwing the f**k you sign
The game is like a chain link fence
So I'm scaling that bitch with catlike reflexes,
So I'm saying that, if you ain't got no grip
You need to find some two-way tape and get sticky with it
Cause our shit is like magnets the way that it attracts
They must be something that keeps it coming back,
cause we're the shit

(Chorus)
I'm climbing, I'm rising, I'm straight to the top
Making blood splatter, don't matter, I ain't gonna stop
And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
I'm out here climbing, I'm whilin, this hatchet go chop

(Repeat 2x)
I'm gonna keep climbing ya'll (climbing ya'll)
Straight to the top, I'm soaring (I'm soaring)
Blood's gonna keep flying ya'll (flying ya'll)

(Violent J)
I get bloody if I have to, pillage and stab you
Leave ya shredded,
like a pack of polar bears done had you
I don't give a shit, who has to die for me to fly
Slice your legs off under your kness, and float by
I'm who everybody hates, so I'm leaving the stakes
And I'm passing through dimensions,
on through the pearly gates
I'm from beyond the sun, I come to bomb you some
And I'm the one to get the goddamn job done

(Blaze)
My socks are moving, ain't worried what others doing
Make my own path to the top, and it won't stop
I'm a grown man doing what a grown man does
Taking all you suckas back to school, so pack a lunch
I'm like a scholar, with knowledge too real to collar
Working on my next shit before I count a dollar
Cause when you made it there you don't let go
And don't look down until your in the ear of everyone in town

(Chorus)
I'm climbing, I'm rising, I'm straight to the top
Making blood splatter, don't matter, I ain't gonna stop
And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
I'm out here climbing, I'm whilin, this hatchet go chop

(Repeat until end)
I'm gonna keep climbing ya'll (climbing ya'll)
Straight to the top, I'm soaring (I'm soaring)
Blood's gonna keep flying ya'll (flying ya'll)
I'm gonna keep climbing ya'll(climbing ya'll)
I'm gonna keep climbing ya'll (climbing ya'll)
Straight to the top, I'm soaring (I'm soaring)
Blood's gonna keep flying ya'll (flying ya'll)

(at 7:30)
"Yea! Damn, y'all still here?.........F**k outta here!
*Door Closes*"