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Can't Be Saved
01:32
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They think the got us brainwashed, Taught to think restrictions are real
Backed with descriptions taught in schools to tell us how we should feel
Held back with media, they feedin ya the bullshit by masses
And it ain't helpin with the shit they got kids readin in classes
I think I need glasses, words are incorrect in some places
The kind of shit that gives dislexic kids that look on their faces
By using the basics, combined with the force of the matrix,
the mind of the racist, the television screen as a basis
Safe to say we can't be saved, its far to late to save the day
To compensate for our mistakes, todays result of yesterday
We have to pay the consequences, centuries of armed defenses fighting, over pointless sensless reasons
now the god relentless vengeance, leavin us demented, formented, scented with death, prevent from living, and cemented, so wheres the lesson ?
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Crazy Mutha Fuckah
02:16
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They say that im a crazy mutha fuckah, ya I've heard it before
Been known to explore, without a clue of what was in store
My mind opens doors, to brand new possibilities, I take more steps than milipedes, I got more scripts, than movie trilogys
Can't really see the point of bein lazy, sittin on the couch and its about to drive me crazy, and maybe, im sick of all the chemical remedy motivation, dryin me up, like outta water crustations
Bong rotations doesnt matter, but I refuse to sniff shit off the silver platter, i'd rather climb the latter, and shatter oppositions, you cant be an emcee without Karfro's permission
I suggest that you audition, or shut your mouth and listen cuz im flippin HIP HOP to a whole new position, I kill the competition, so I would suggest you dont start I turn a massacre into a work of art
When a microphone finds its way into my hand, I can spit a funky fly verse on command,
you wouldnt understand, your styles second hand, rockin tight threads like ya name was peter pan, more like peter cotton tail bitch because your soft, im smackin whack emcees in the head, like PETER POPOFF
Suckahz get dropped off, the face of the earth and vanish, for tryna tell me that my styles outlandish
Your banished, off the face of the planet, didnt understand it mutha fuckah am I speakin in spanish ?
nah, I speak english, you little snitch and I spit the kinda fire that you can't extinguish
My words'll destinguish, suckahs from emcees
You can;t jump on mine without perfect lines like these, I rhyme with ease i'll cut you up like amputees or process cheese nigguh just dont start with me ! bitch. ..
I would apologize for the profanity, but if you read this far you obviously dont give a fuck.
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Cause and Effect
02:02
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ritchie was a single child, always wild neva mild, spoiled to the bone and always had to have the latest style
Father was a doctor workin late nights at the hospital his mother was unfaithful and their marriage was impossible
But still they pretended, and gave him all that he desired, Ritchie grew up to be a pathological lyer
denied gettin wired at the age of 17 is parents gave him all he wanted and turned him into a feind
Benny was the 3rd child, always mild never smiled, walked in the bathroom and cut his foot on daddy's crack viles
accidental overdosage took away his mother, and a drive by shooting took away his oldest brother, just anutha suckah,
bein raised down in the ghetto, But benny had a dream to chase and wasnt about to let go
respectful, to all those eye to eye, cuz he knew that one day he would spread his wings and fly
Ritchie grew older, but he never learned his lessons, just a 40 year old man in an apartment smokin sessions
no intentions, no hobbies and no inventions, waste of a man had no plan and no directions
Heroin injections, kept him from offin himself, kind of ironic when his dead fathers proffesion was health
but now hes dead and gone, and he went along with the wealth, and ritchies sittin there collectin dust like the books on the shelf
Benny wrote a verse on a beat and hit large, moved out the ghetto to an island and they made him in charge
out on the beach he can sit back relax and count bikini's, kick up his feet throw back another dry martini
as if a geenie rose out the lamp to grant wishes, but he did it himself, yes success tastes delicious
*this world is vicious, so remeber one thing, what you do early on determines what the future brings*
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Grade 6
02:40
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I started passin dutchie at the tender age of 12, my momma always told me i would surely go to hell
but I curious about this mysterious herb , I used to toke it in the basement tryin not to get heard
Cuz my WORD, my mom would kill me, I got no doubt
She said I brought you in this world so I can damn well take you out, im not about to watch you throw your life away over some stupid drugs, I love you your my son now come and give your mom a hug
Hey mom, your just trippin actin like its cocaine, its just a plant not a chemical I shoot in veins
and if it wasnt for the sweet strain, my life wouldnt be the same
Your thinkin ya I know its a shame, but dont blame, the marijuana for my bad behavior
Infact at my worst the sticky ganga was my savior, and seven years later, to this day, I still mix tobacco and weed just in the right way
nd you know I love my bong hits, but fix me with a pipe packed to the rim and you'll be sure to see some long hits
I love my hydroponic, but roll some outdoor shit up in a spliff and i'll jump quick to hit up on it
I only smoke the bomb crit, So don't step with that pewp shwag bottom bag suckah run along shit
Sing along kids, We know you you smoke the piff, the average begginer these days is grade 6.
So light up dem thai sticks, and get blitz, watch some stoner flix, and robot chicken clips, munch out on chips dip,
Go bust some skateboards tricks, a kickflip, I fell off and nearly my hip
So scratch that, you better never skateboard stoned, your better off on your couch smokin bongs at home,
Escape inside of ya dome, maybe write dope poem,play some nick nack paddy whack smoke the dog boooonnngggg,
Hookah hits, a hit and miss, It doesnt always do the trick but stick another hose in it and pack a crowner full of crit
your sure to get lit, and ya hommies fuckin greening, the definition of teamwork the fuckin meaning
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as a baby , I used throw shit straight out my diapers HAHAHAHAHA, thats the only part of the lyrics you need to know.
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Mutations
01:57
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yo, Im all about collabaration, to spread our sound around the nation, Implant minds with information
no need for explanations, im tryin to battle the mass mind control of the world organizations
and evil federations, the same fucks that dumped agent orange in nam causing mutations
Doomed for generations, I never take no pills, cuz these days their puttin shit in medication
Mind alterations, modifications, mutilations, money spent on inhuman creations
Play stations, used for controling the patients, Donations, spent on bombing subway stations
all indications point to crooked corporations, human violations, swine flu Vaccinations
inoculations, my recommendations that u do your best to never take an immunization
its a chemical invasion, solve thee equation, dont u get it, or do you need a fuckin translation
Medias a decoration, with the proper figuration, They mind fuck entire populations
With a replication, of real life situations, slightly tweaked to decrease our own expectations
Were in a state of desperation, and not just one certain locations, This whole planet is fuckin deflateing,
Emergency evacution, rioting congregation, with societies deformation
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SLOW FLOW
01:30
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Sanctum is the sound of masiahs, my crew spits balls of fire, whack emcees choke on their pasifiers,
we're higher, we're undiscovered beings of the 4th dimension, pay attention, hear out our intentions
Combine the music, fuse it, with the elements, dont confuse it, with artifical intelligence
we spit rhymes with elligance, Your delicate, scared of this like a mouse sicked on an elephant
size is irrelivant, look of surprize your eyes, You realize that were quick with development
And were sick because of it, the dopest rappers alive, have all arrived, and were taking out the government
bada da da da, im lovin it, Okay, Old McDonalds kickin the bucket now look whos runnin it ....
Yes I know, that last part was absolutly irrelevant and made no sense ..... prob won't be included in the finished one, but It sounded dope .. right ? lmfao
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Day in the Life
02:08
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Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter, a random gust a wind causes all the leaves to scatter,
Some regroup, forming solid packs, while Others go their own way they chose another path
Im the leaf that blew across the street, got stuck to peoples feet, I dont know where Im goin but im far away from trees
And once released, I see familiar faces, but they cant be the same, in unfamiliar places
Traces of similarity remind me of home, I live in my dome, I gotta a mental harder than stone,
But feel alone, so sometimes I stuck in my zone, And act like drone, People askin if something this wrong,
But Its the opposite, For once im positive, of what im reachin for, and never in my life have I had access
to these open doors, I've explored more land than you've ever seen before, walked so much my calust feet
are never getting sore
So what the fuck do you know, born in raised in your home town, lookin down on the homeless like some side show clowns,
Step around, and your bound to get your sockets black, I never lived on the streets, but I froze my ass off in pool shack
And I ain't about to tell how I ate, People still looking for me, Don't know I escaped, from the trenches of the hopless,
I better hope this, track dont make the dope list, my name'll make the po's list
oh no, someone call 9-1-1, he's black so we should assume that he packs gat, cops harrass me, Each and everytime they
pass me, I've had 3 guns right in my face ready to blast me, simoultaniously, I drew my hands spontaniously, They
were pulling over buses point guns contemporaneously
It was a highschool stabbin, but at the time noone was aware of what had happened
The federals refused to answer questions we were askin, passin people packin the weapons already drawn
for action,
***** UNFINISHED ******* like most of my shit
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Lanky jordan boyle, got himself into a little trouble, Startin hootin crack pipes daily on the double
Barely had no money, but he knew he had to have it, took up prostitution to support his habit, called up
Brandon Patrick, to see if he would pay, hollah 50 dollahs anybody wanna play, here comes shane
You know he's always down, just give him a wig and swig of whiskey and he'll go to town, don't look so down
Captain Morgan wait you'll get your turn, you gotta be patient goddamn you'll never learn, the great wizards like
Oh shit im missin out, I betta hollah at mah hommies give the mom a shout, so I can come visit, and shizit on boyles chest,
Don't get to excited rutger mannik give that shit a rest, Jordan boyle obbsessed, With crack cocaine, heroin injections straight
in his veins.
I know his mothers gunna hear this too, I swear to god angela ! every word I say true !
I've never spat a lie or lied in what i've spat, your sons gone crazy on the crack he's never coming back
But oh well, at least you have tanner, even though hes got some work to do with his manners
tryin to molest little toasty while he sleeps, late at night, in his bed sheets tanner boyle creeps
Then we got andy, kid looks like turtle (word), donatello, franklin, michelangelo or squirtle, Couldnt jump hurtle
if his life depended, world of warcraft is his days starting and ending, his invition to the boyle orgys pending
hes to busy fending off fantasy creatures, he said, maybe later meet me underneath the bleachers, after jordan boyles
finished pleasuring the teachers
9 o'clock appointment, with McFarlene and bons, when jordan got there they had just finished with hans
Pulled out the prongs, jordan face filled with frieght thinkin to himself this is gunna be a long night
But its alright, cuz money is money, dont make fun of jordan boyle cuz it ain't shit funny ....
Prostitutions a very hard proffesion, risks his health, got himself a nasty herpasiphilaids infection
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Hectic
03:52
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do you understand the words that are comin outta my mouth !!!???
Yo, this is karfro B kneegrow , representin, the trenches
I anhialate contestants, relentless of defenses, dont own grillz never wore a golden necklace, shits expensive
pointless and wreckless, Can't afford that shit my life is hectic, enough with this stuff,
So I'd rather buy some food, cuz mans gotta eat to maintain this attitude, and stay strong for the crew
while im in another land, Stick to the master plan, the journey at hand
didnt convince you, I'll rinse you with another spit, my saliva when im spittin live your face is full of it
Grab mr.towlie, and wipe your self off, wanna get high ? like the kids in south park
OH MY GOD I killed kenny ! You bastards oh well kenny was a whack ass rapper
couldnt understand a single sentence he was said, and next episode were gunna have to kill him again
But anyway, my words comin off the top like tupe's, Confusin crews cuz im comin true through all my word play
Ammusin you, With the style that I portray, With more pulp then a fresh glass of O.J.
The names kneegrow, Karfro B Kneegrow ... you wouldnt know, im Slow through these rhymes that i'll show you and blow you away
like obama in guantanimo bay, my first day, I was little bit nervous, feelin like a side show clown at a circus,
Thinking I should jump ship and fuckin desert this,
but i'll never under any circumstances, Im always been known for taken
chances
You wanna diss me, but know you can't make, a rhymin sentence if it was a mistake
You had your chance but now your steppin to late, The sanctums taken on a perminant place
synchronizing all you simple simon rhymin whacks in line, dont fall behind I'll beat you with
a spatula and break your spine, reapetedly and rapidly, striking down accuracy, Actually, you bastards
have to catch a verse to capture me, Constructive critisism, your shits whacked like jizm, speakin of that
I bet you couldnt spit an organizm
Rediculous, When I write a rhyme I get meticulous,and mutha Fuck ghost written cuz im not a vantriliquist
nevermind in time you'll find my rhymes'll sting like porcupines and I'll be kind you just dont got it kid
so put your past behind, you press rewind bout 90 times, and once you understand the words im sayin then you'll realize
you underminded my abilities, I'll piss on you like your a urinal facility, cuz you act hard but lack the
credability, Agilities my key ingredient, in what im feedin ya, Im bleedin lyrically pourin out what im all about
Watch out when im on the offensive, Cuz i've heard replacing teeth can be expensive
I take extensive measures, Pleasurin ear drums, stimulate your brain to simulate the place im from
Where hip-hop is our number one priority, The highest drop out rate, so fuck authority
They were borin me, with irrelevant information, Educations over rated, I fuckin hate it
Anyway you whacks couldn't last 5 seconds, up against the kneegrow, with your pack rat bredgins
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