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Vicious EP
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Belly of tha Beast
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HK Holiday
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Emcee Hell
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- released 01 March 2010
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- Track Name: Vicious
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[Lazarus Zillah:]
HK, kid, Lazarus Zillah, check this shit out, son. Yo,
Y'all niggas corny like the way that Seinfeld talk,
Front hard but snowflake soft, I walk in the night
with the blindfold off, spark hate from my eyes,
Turn your head to the left and cough, don't be surprised,
It's gettin more physical than a bad bitch's anatomy,
Heavy like gravity, that's the way that my wrath be,
The dreary end of your career fascinate me,
You niggas masquerading as emcees, rhymes like feces,
I ain't feelin your shit,
like a lesbian bitch touching the dick,
Matter of fact, I'm only a tick away from ripping a page out my rap book,
So you study the way we represent HK,
With hard punchlines, your crew aluminum, and it's crunch time,
Cross the boundaries, burn your verse like some calories,
Your whole crew attribute is faggot, forget it,
I'm God to you, nigga, you can't grasp it
Venomous, insipid, thoroughly spewing the sickness on all you little bitches,
Guillotine quotes to slit wrists and throats,
And microphones, to strangle all you hoes
[Zigga Dizzle:]
I won't take one step, got my eyes wide open,
Turning frozen facades into shattered sculptures,
Juice in the mix, I'm drinking Goose with the pulp, it's,
The Pope with no pulpit, you are the culprit,
Try as I may, I cannot control it,
Did you lose your soul? Cuz it seems that I stole it,
Tricks of the trade, I cannot expose,
Tips to a slave, I cannot divulge,
Ticks to your grave, I relish in those,
Whippin Thanksgiving dinner out of never-been-hoes,
You talk about me, but I've never been those,
Only time you feel real is when you powder your nose,
Bitches for real, worshipping clothes, I'm
vicious for real, expert and low down,
Dirty for real, picture and prose,
Tell you what to think in unwritten flows
Venomous, insipid, thoroughly spewing the sickness on all you slave bitches,
Guillotine quotes to slit wrists and throats,
And microphones to strangle all you hoes
[Racine Cipher:]
High knowledge original, what's the bloodclot?
I swear to God I instantly turned hardcore,
As soon as they dissected my umbilical cord,
Had any adversary I had to face felt adversity,
When my heart turn cold,
Turn versatile skinnings cats and killing goats,
Call me a fuckin underdog bred in the underground, Viciously kicking under the belly,
Of these bling niggaz Full of silly gimmicks,
Fake judas clapping crucifix witness the hiphop apocalypse,
Renaissance to ur wits, transcend your mind,
With everlasting classics, forever blasting mc's,
Nigga please, HK clique taking that ass back to basics,
My recipe consists of lacing the mic wit Molotov cocktails,
Racine Cipher get hostile, Lyrical combustibles under your nostrils,
Like el Che Guevarra my niggaz keep it gully wit the guerilla,
So vicious bring Godzilla in a nutsac we'd
Give him chills on the back,
Get thrills on ur back when HK reacts
To your fake raps,
Get faded cause you wack, sedated on wax,
Hate it or not, the real is back
Venomous, insipid, thoroughly spewing this sickness on you scandalous bitches,
Guillotine quotes to slit wrists and throats,
And microphones, to strangle all you hoes
[Eddiebingo:]
Vicious, I spit this, the track virgin, I rip it,
Keep it in your heart, enjoy when I fart,
Cuz I got heart, do not start, rappin to me,
I'll slap you and see, you wack to me, I got a rapping degree,
Associates, you should know that, people notice,
Listen close and they focus, I'm sloppy and rogue-ish,
You think I won't jump? Bitch, my life is hopeless,
Smoke it, go on, pull my pants down and stroke it,
Let me get vicious and wicked, I take a drink and I hiccup,
Him in the front, chick, put your tits up,
Sliding down the street with the CD player skipping,
Cunt in the front, dammit, bitch, quit tripping!
This is me, here's what it be, here's what I do,
I never did it for he, and I'll never do it for you,
So boo-hoo, hear the emcees around the world,
Crying, cuz you can't get by me, or buy me, little girls
Venomous, insipid, thoroughly spewing the sickness on all you silly bitches,
Guillotine quotes to slit wrists and throats,
And microphones to strangle all you hoes - Track Name: Belly of tha Beast
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[Racine Cipher:]
Every man got his own woes and his own foes, and I pity those who ain't got a clue how to use their wits and their heart to endure the battle!
Science without conscience, they cloning us like sheep,
Wit designs defying the human mind to think deep,
I sleep one eye open, not knowing my opponents,
Wondering and pondering between humans and demons,
I've been locked in this monster's liquorice bowels,
Where dark liquids like Jägermeister reeking foul,
Every hour unknown toxics get injected in me,
To keep me from getting regurgitated and set free,
My brain will get washed on a daily basis kid,
With any emancipated freewill eradicated,
Women prostituted and babies abducted,
Young men sedated made partisans of hatred,
No one's safe from it framed to think in the box,
The only way to escape this is to get fully detoxed,
After the diagnosis, get put into hypnosis,
With shots of high knowledge in incremental doses,
[Chorus:]
From the monster's bowels, the belly of the Beast,
I smell a breath that reeks, nothing like peace,
From the monster's bowels, to the wicked streets,
I see creepy creatures, they're reaching for my feet (x2)
[Lazarus Zillah:]
The President wants me to think peace, I blink sleep,
Less than 40 winks, 2 Mickey's and then I hit the sheets,
Say the Lord's Prayer before I fornicate, release my seed,
Now I'm born again in the form of swimming things,
But I use spermicidal, that don't work, I'll make it die soon,
Blot you out before you leave the room,
Any army of none is better than an army of one,
So hold your cum, at least hold your motherfucking gun,
Rotund dividends, we swimming in the blood of porn stars,
Killing all the role models, replaced with more cars,
More scars equals more pain, fuck it,
As long as they say my name, rip mics on stage,
But it's more like a cage, I'm filled with rage,
Display my craft, niggas can't do the math,
Where's Sasha Grey? Sucking my dick in a Bentley,
Consequentially, my fuckin' sins will fuckin' kill me
[Chorus]
[Eddiebingo:]
A concoction of Amoxycylin and whiskey,
Glides across the ceiling, I got a sneaky feeling,
This is my ending, white blood cells policing,
I'm a foreign object in this Monster's bowels,
Slipping, came in from another universe,
On a grain of sand, a cosmic puff of dirt,
Cursed to spurt verses, parasitical thirst,
So I can fell the Beast with my consanants and vowels,
Chemical imbalance, took a train through a vein,
Finding organisms mitochondrially the same,
He knows I'm inside, so without any shame,
He ejaculates repeatedly on antiseptic towels,
I ain't his DNA, I'm taking deadly aim for his
Respiratory, cut the cord to his brain,
Dodge the stomach acids, the sickness and the pain,
Rejoice and clown as he screams and howls, but what now?
[Chorus] (x2) - Track Name: Everything I Touch (Is Gold)
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[Lazarus Zillah:]
I'm under lamplight thinking bout my life again,
My life of sin, and how I did my ex-wife in,
Now this bottle of gin, got me sick to the stomach,
See the cover of the Source, a nigga saying "fuck it",
As I dream of paparazzi chasing me,
Really all I see is my pops and he facing me,
Nigga waitin patiently, I'm looking flagrantly,
Into his eyes and seeing into vacancy,
Cold palms clutch cash trying to buy my soul,
2 Titans clash till the end of woe,
So I let of Mother Mary and Jesus Christ,
All I hear now is terrible noise,
I'm terribly poised, standin with my boys as troops,
Met the Serpent, ate the fruit, tell me what is the truth?
Cuz all my enemies now are under my boot,
But I wear Chucks, nigga, so they under my shoe,
What you gon' do, when HK rip the microphone,
Take your bitch ass crew home, and leave the mic alone,
We on top of shit, King Midas shit,
Everything we touch is gold, so you know you buying it,
Everything you touch is coal, so who lighting it?
Ever since you sold your soul, so why you lyin kid?
Genius spark from my lyrical fire,
Hip hop is like the Phoenix, resurrected from the pyre
[Eddiebingo:]
I stare at the horizon, squintin at the skyline,
Look into my iris for a glimpse inside my mind,
As a child I was blind, so I never shined,
A dusty music box to brush off and rewind,
I left it all behind, my dreams I had to find,
I thought they had arrived on Japan Airlines,
Ended up in Tokyo, but without the peace of mind,
Don't you know that I went home without a dime, now,
Walking under street lights, been up for 3 nights,
Straight, staring at the screen, don't sleep cuz I scream,
In my dreams, I can't be heard or seen, when I wake,
I make my way throught snakes and fakes,
Could be shot any day, it's a risk that I take,
Could be robbed, my possessions taken away,
A second time, but you're asinine to think, that you
Could pry away my rhyme book, it's attached to the spine,
But the world's a cold place, a cliff snow face,
It's up to me to scale it, with no support or brace,
Or melt it to the ground, til it cascades around, so I,
Bring the torch in the form of vocal sound,
I breathe fire like a dragon, Medieval,
Engulfed in your armor like a knight when I heat you,
Glass pane dudes, I shatter you, you see-through,
Cannibal, dammit, fool, can't you see I'll eat you? - Track Name: HK Holiday
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[Racine Cipher:]
I'm feelin a jazzy vibe in the booth, my oh my,
A hundred proof liquor fire got me feeling fly,
I'm fixin' to touch the sky, shades always on my eyes,
Nights in haze and days without sunrise,
That's a HK Holiday, it's the way we celebrate,
Bring the Hennessy, and leave the drama at the gate, cuz,
You don't want it with us, you fuss, but we bust,
You cuss, but we snuff first, back off, don't kill my buzz,
I'm a wild party animal, check my manual,
From Paris, New York to Senegal, I seen it all did it all,
Did her against the wall in the hall in the park in fall,
Fall back the car seat in the parking lot at the mall,
I ball harder than all of y'all like first draft pick overall,
Call me Lebron of hip-hop, nigga I'm grippin my ball,
Then I layback still leanback without a Maybach,
Yo, This ain't Joe crack, but my game stays fat
[Lazarus Zillah:]
Every dog has his day, and every whore gets plagued,
I guess I'll be barking when my fuckin flesh burn away,
Today I woke up kinda buzzed from this Holiday,
40 ounce, bounce fuckin bitches like Sasha Grey,
A classic HK joint in the back spinnin,
A nigga grinnin, drinkin poison like adrenaline,
X's in my eyes, green lust in my ex's eyes,
Demons to work out, hope this weed help 'em exercise,
If not, I hope Racine still got them rosaries,
Saying Hail Mary's while I'm smashin' bloody mary's,
Unfortunately, my strong leg ain't righteous piety,
So I stand I stand on my weak limb, pass the Seagram's,
Inhale that shit like it's oxygen that I breathe in,
See souls in ciphers, and eat through 'em,
Drunk, can't speak fluid, with a headache like a tumor,
The HK Holiday, someone's gotta do it
[Eddiebingo:]
It's the HK Holiday, welcome to the ritual,
When cash is pinnacle, we make it habitual,
Drink and smoke enough to lock up your ventricles,
We been fly since '82, elementary school,
It's when we're chillin' like the 30 packs jammed
in the back of the fridge - ladies, have some zinfandel,
We might just be up for days, condoms by the case,
Pack your Tampax, in case you got your menstrual,
You're in the midst of a coalition of tacticians,
with ammunition, summon apparitions like Wiccans,
Sometimes our ghosts come back to haunt us,
When people wrong us, we crucify like Pilate Pontius,
There the pigs go, the neighbors don't like us,
It's 10 below, we're outside with cold ciphers,
At 4 in the morning, ain't no time for yawning,
We just carry on till the breaka breaka dawn, yeah! - Track Name: Emcee Hell
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[Racine Cipher:]
I triple dare you to scuffle wit my flows,
And get eternally cast in these infernal shadows,
With verses that literally make your careers ephemeral,
Like a still born, I baptize ya in my lyrical,
Furnace, and extemporaneously calcine emcees exponentially,
In Kelvin degrees, nigga please, I'ma be, the poet That'll walk you up to Purgatory,
Through nine cycles of Hell of Divine Comedy,
My fire'll scorch you, like the lost souls,
Exposed in the inferno's pyroclastic prose,
I wrote paragraphs of rap on the pinnacle of hip-hop,
Put me on your top three as I make your head bop,
With these Illmatic, mad charismatic, highly acclaimed,
Anti-Satanic rhymes that put heatin emcees to shame,
Mighty High knowledge be the name of the God you must praise,
Or get blazed forever doomed in these hectic cages
[Lazarus Zillah:]
Hellish riddles, stab like Devil sickles,
Halos hang you, crucifix blade maim you,
Trianed Catholic, rap shit shameful,
The Holy Nigga, plus a Bible of lyrics,
Like bullets from rifles, you feel it,
Chefin' like Raekwon in Hell's Kitchen, just listen,
Slice emcees, mic hand missing,
Rotund shit, I'm a conondrum, I damage the ear drums,
Lyrical redrum, fall from Heaven's ceiling,
Depart the darkness with deceased beings,
Flesh meltin', Hell's mouth open to receive cretins,
Shattered hope and dreams broken to pieces,
Get lost in the meaning of emceeing,
Burn like match splints, turn bones to ashes,
Matchless classics too deep to fathom,
I'm done with this nigga, Satan, you can have him
[Eddiebingo:]
Critical, your condition when I'm finished spittin',
Welcome to the gates of Heaven, here's your Notice of Eviction,
Listen, I shine bright, in fact, I glisten,
You can't fly with angels, that's wishful thinkin', pimpin',
I'm annoying like Jehovah's people witnessing,
Knock on your door giggling, with a grenade, pin missing,
Satirical, lyrical, ghostly, ethereal,
Just getting close to me would take a serious miracle,
And with High Knowledge on my left and my right,
You'll be reading dictionaries for the rest of the night,
Sequencing tracks, to sentence these cats, to a,
Crack in the Earth to burn on Lucifer's racks,
So, see you in Hell, fuckers, you've just been subpoenaed,
I'll keep you in my thoughts, send you some Aquafina,
And while I walk the land rockin' the bells,
You try and dig your way out of Emcee Hell
