CrazyWorld
by Grizz
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about
CrazyWorld is the culmination of several years' worth of experiences, struggles, failures, and successes in the life of Grizz. The album offers a unique outlook on the world at large through stories, testimonials, and straight-up bangers. Defining himself as "the workingman's rapper," and hailing from the chilly mountains of Colorado, Grizz has arrived and is bringing a new flavor to the hip hop game. The production on CrazyWorld is handled by a variety of producers including Grizz himself, Skizzaz, Yonnas Abraham, Isolated Mind, MADINEZ, Bird Man, and 1865. Overall, listeners can expect a dark, gritty, insightful, and introspective sound from CrazyWorld.
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released 01 September 2012
Lyrics/vocals: Grizz, Heretic Skeptic, Quiz, Hott, Jay Rox,
Producers: Skizzaz, Grizz, Pretty Lights, Yonnas Abraham, Isolated Mind, 1865, MADINEZ, and Chris Anderson
Lyrics/vocals: Grizz, Heretic Skeptic, Quiz, Hott, Jay Rox,
Producers: Skizzaz, Grizz, Pretty Lights, Yonnas Abraham, Isolated Mind, 1865, MADINEZ, and Chris Anderson
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Grizz is a rapper and hip hop producer hailing from the mile-high city of Denver Colorado. His style is a mix of raw, underground lyricism and straight-up soul. In other words, real talk. Grizz has performed with a slew of big-name acts, including Pretty Lights, GZA, Inspecktah Deck, Louis Logic, People Under the Stairs, and many others. Grizz also represents a collective of artists known as MKS. ... more
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- Track Name: Welcome 2 CrazyWorld
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Welcome 2 CrazyWorld
I awoke in a strange land,
blindfolded, stuck, spirit broken; a changed man,
cuffed to others, swingin’ picks in a chain gang,
singin’ licks ‘bout the troubles that the days brang,
our oppressors had scales and snake fangs;
rode pale horses, they bodies could shape-change,
told us that we were accomplishing great things,
and anybody who doesn’t believe it; they ain’t sane…
Legend has it they came in the night,
cut off the hands of any man able to write,
built churches and made ‘em recite verses,
but the worst was saved for any person that’s bravin’ to fight,
That’s why I’m here now, sweatin’ through my tunic,
Twenty men to cut a block, thirty more to move it,
Can’t help but wonder what it is we’re doin’,
But of course they never showin’ us no blueprints, stupid,
They said it was a palace for the gods…got me lookin’ hard at my ax,
And, thinkin’ bout challengin’ the odds,
“Excuse me sir, can you com over here? My pick’s dull.”
He came close, I put it right through his thick skull,
Now my time has come, hacked through my shackles,
And with a last glance, I headed to the East towards the rising sun,
I’m a product of society, out here in the fryin’ heat,
Exiled for not goin’ quietly…
On the third day, the sky was the color purple,
I knew, ‘cause I looked up to see the buzzards circle,
Past parched and beyond famished, I saw an orchard in the distance
But as I approached it, the mirage vanished,
In it’s place, silhouetted against the landspread,
A statue; the body of a lion with a man’s head,
I rubbed my eyes, but it was still there,
I noticed somethin’ risin’ in the distance behind it and I got real scared…
Some kinda ill square flipped on its side,
looked like a limestone mountain, but the tip was an eye
I realized this was the fruits of our labor; their holy palace;
The project that they’d used to enslave us,
And then I wondered if anybody died happy,
That’s when I noticed that the all-seeing eye was pointing right at me…
Then I snapped back to real life, starin’ at my money;
Wonderin’ “what if I kill tonight…?”
It’s a CrazyWorld Ya’ll…. - Track Name: Death for the Working Man feat. Quiz (prod. by Skizzaz)
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DEATH FOR THE WORKING MAN
FEAT. QUIZ
PRODUCED BY SKIZZAZ
Verse 1 [GRIZZ]
Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here
Tossin’ Olympias back, call me a grenadier
I fell out for a minute, got my head clear
Dried out, took a trip to the Eastern hemisphere
Now I’m off the wagon; they can’t control the Dragon
I’m just tryin’ to be real, like a Soul Assassin
All of these hoes actin’ like Joe Jackson
Toe-tappin’, vocoder robo-rappin’
Ice-T playin’ po-po, it’s oh-so classic
Protesters hold signs sayin’ “no more caskets”
The man’s tryin’ to control yo’ assets
And cats catchin’ cases off that social chat shit, it’s drastic
It’s the age of the war on terror,
and if you ain’t scared, you an enemy of the era
So maybe it ain’t the end you should prepare for
Before you point fingers, try lookin’ in the mirror, I dare ya.
Hook [QUIZ]
And it’s death to the working man
Poison and pollution are food for thought,
Still you cannot murk the fam
The world we live in, it’s crazy, it’s gone wild
Make way, let the brain birth the child
(X2)
Verse 1 [GRIZZ]
How you gon’ talk shit, you ain’t ever done shit?
Dumb shit; talkin’ on Twitter like you somethin’ slick
Don’t even know which countries we droppin’ bombs on
Or that the feds is watchin’ you through ya Tom Tom
If this the calm, I would hate to see the storm
Cats talk about locusts, but they’d hate to see the swarm
I’m always twistin’ up a 20 in a Marley
‘Cause fuck what you heard, it ain’t always sunny, Charlie
Used to be this bitch back in school with a body
Now she charge cats for the ride, like a carnie
While her two seeds sit at home, watchin’ Barney
Playin’ with a crack pipe, thinkin’ it’s a lolli
My man losin’ all his teeth on some meth shit
Homegirl grindin’ hers away on some ex shit
Pigs profilin’ skin color for the next vic
Damn, the temperature’s risin’ it’s getting’ hectic.
Hook [QUIZ]
Where do we go from here? Let me know
Already lost a brother to that heroin evil
I never tried it; was always scared of the needles
Still I got his initials stuck in my arm, so I can share him with peoples
I cherish amigos and hate snakes; very deceitful
Easy to peep though; they chillin’ when you sharin’ ya weed smoke
You could nary compare me to these folks
Nihilistic bitches don’t even care what they bleed fo’
Not hearin’ any songs, all I’m hearin’ is ring tones
And dude, yous a dude; what you wearin’ them jeans fo’?
Forget about it; I don’t care, I don’t need to know
Six feet fo’ and one like a free throw
You stand like an ant when you fuckin’ with G bro
I be cold like them chilly winters in CO
The world is a circus, and the streets is a freak show
We don’t pay for pain, we just suffer for free, broke; peace yo.
Hook [QUIZ] - Track Name: Dead Rockers (prod. by Yonnas Abraham)
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DEAD ROCKERS
PRODUCED BY YONNAS ABRAHAM
VERSE 1
This shit is colder than my fingers as I grip a Pabst,
save the last fifth of Jack for the Likker Cat
And get your bags packed for the quick evac
Grizz is back, “WHATTUP,” Monster Kings, “WHATTUP”
Mask & the Crown, and we down for the COME UP
You probly heard around town how we RUN UP
In spots, and give the party some life, like a ONE UP,
So holler at ya man, ‘cause gettin’ on’s only half the plan
I’m hittin’ home like Predator drones in Pakistan,
More a Car Bomb man than a Black & Tan,
I speak soft & carry big sticks, Bagger Vance,
Dedicated to the kids who stay original
Medicated off prescription-grade medicinals,
Meditated on the issues, faith & principles,
And why them legislators only listen to the richest few,
Where the wicked rule, the real fly the Pirate Signal,
You sipped that witches’ brew, now you got the virus in you.
HOOK
Get down baby,
Let’s get a round for the Dead Rockers,
thunderclouds follow me like fed choppers,
maybe the eyes in the sky tryin’ to red dot us,
maybe the CrazyWorld needs some head doctors,
Get right fam,
Let’s get a light & twist it up for the Dead Spitters,
Hope they noddin’ heads wit us…
It’s no joke, can I get witness?
Everything’s real when I tend business…
VERSE 2
I ain’t never been one to floss wild, take it from the horse’ mouth
Matter fact, take it to the bank, like a Rothschild,
Who da boss now? Sashimi-raw style,
Plus a little book of names getting’ crossed out,
Don’t give a damn if you the son of a preacher,
I’m only moved by the thump of the speakers,
Now the student is becoming the teacher,
‘cause I don’t deal w/no underachievers,
I’m on the field, while they up in the bleachers,
The great Bambino, sippin’ canned vino, tryin’ to scam C-notes,
Spillin’ guts over fire, like the camp griot,
These cats’ comin’ up shorter than Danny DeVito,
‘Cause they ain’t really go no form, like a Shaq free throw,
Avert ya gaze, ‘cause my rays tend to burn the eyes,
My word is born, and my vocab diversifies,
Invest in Grizz, and prepare for the pestilence,
I’ll tell Pharaoh that we’re headed on an Exodus…
HOOK
VERSE 3
We don’t tend to side with suicide bombers,
But never had no genocides getting’ tried on us,
I don’t know if I believe Barack got Osama,
But the Jasmine Revolution? That’s my kinda drama
While BP pipes burst, & spew petrol,
And Wall Street impressionists is tryin’ to do Gekko,
And so-called Hip Hop acts produce Techno,
I be that unidentified fly, like U-F-O,
And governments cover up evidence of aliens,
So I don’t really give a F*CK whether Palin wins
The media be globetrotters how they make it spin,
With corporations owned by rich Saudi Arabians
If you don’t think the world is crazy, then I’ll ask you this:
How much they charge for that smart phone they track you with?
Even the facts isn’t accurate,
but step outta line, and the swine react quick, on some crack the whip…
HOOK - Track Name: Beware of the Man feat. Deca & Yonnas Abraham (prod. by Grizz)
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BEWARE OF THE MAN
FEATURING DECA & YONNAS ABRAHAM
PRODUCED BY GRIZZ
VERSE 1 [GRIZZ]
I be higher than a 787 droppin’ chemtrails,
Gone 730 off a 750ML…
Sippin’ double 7’s, ridin’ dirty down the M-L-K,
Turn it up to 11 & let it bang
The world ain’t rational,
We rock from the urban to the rural,
Passin’ murals out at Denver International,
There’s pervs at the church; protesters at the capitol,
The whole thing would make a good JOKE; I ain’t laughin’ though…
Hear ‘em tell it; yo it’s lookin’ mighty grim; YUP!
We all rats in the lab, like NIMH, YUP!
You know we can’t keep bowin’ to they whims, NOPE!
Getting’ drunk, getting’ high; not givin’ a FUCK!
And so we toast to this revolt, like the Bolsheviks,
Hope we can all coexist, once it’s over with,
There’s a time to act and a time to remain motionless,
And being that we students of the times; yo, we know the DIFF!
BRIDGE [YONNAS]
We the ones that ya grandmamma warned ya ‘bout,
The wrong kinda crowd; soon you’ll start comin’ ‘round,
We weathered underground; it’s all about the money now,
We know you ain’t for runnin’ wild; no, your ass is funny style,
So why don’t you get up & out? Before we decide to come & hunt you down?
So why don’t you get up & out? Before we decide to come & hunt you down?
HOOK [GRIZZ]
If you scared, get a plan; prepare like a man;
No peace, but at least be aware; it’s a scam;
Say a prayer for the damned, but no matter what he say…
“BEWARE OF THE MAN…”
If you dare to withstand, he’ll tear through ya land;
Same cats who tossed Leonard Peltier in the can;
Choose sides; I’ma draw a line here in the sand…
“BEWARE OF THE MAN…”
VERSE 2 [DECA]
Catch a stone cast at your dome,
By a self-righteous sinner that’ll send Gestapo to tap your phone,
I got the blues; got a lot to lose,
Got the noose so-and-so passed; check the database for slideshows & photographs,
You’ve grown detached from your chosen path;
lose control & crash on the overpass,
Motionless; focused inward,
With loved ones howlin’ like a thousand Ginsbergs with pinched nerves…
Robert Johnson gave me his guitar pick,
I can play Super Strings and rap about my hardships;
You can lie through ya teeth & spoon-feed ‘em arsenic,
Who can stoop the lowest, who can fall the farthest?
It began, when we pulled an apple off a tree limb;
Sweet sin; sustenance to sink teeth in,
Took a risk & got 86’d for high treason,
A pivotal moment, simple components define reason…
BRIDGE [YONNAS]
HOOK [GRIZZ]
VERSE 3 [YONNAS]
Beware the man with the hearts tatted on his hands,
Colored all black, like the presidential caravan,
Whereabouts unknown, nigga here I am,
Shinin’ on you hoes and ya mu’fuckin’ scary ass,
I was born with the mark of the beast,
And I wear it like my heart on my sleeve,
Nigga look-y here,
It’s been known to get dark on these streets,
So you better keep ya dogs on a leash, before they disappear,
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no milk carton-sorta danger,
Nah, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a real-life torture chamber,
Abu Grahib, Guantanamo Bay; kill ‘em all, then we call it a day,
Somebod haul ‘em away!
BRIDGE [YONNAS]
HOOK [GRIZZ] - Track Name: Mars Boom feat. Hott (prod. by Skizzaz)
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MARS BOOM
FEATURING HOTT
PRODUCED BY SKIZZAZ
VERSE 1 [GRIZZ]
I don’t cosign nuttin’, been had the pig flu
Only time I’m runnin’s if the po-9’s comin’
The whole nine cousin, that’s what I’m in it fo’
Cats switch every minute though, like “No I wasn’t!”
There’s no going back now, seen you turn hipster in a jiffy,
Don’t care if you was Biggie; you’re wack now
Rap’s more than a stage for you to act out
Your wacked-out fantasies, but, good luck with that style…
Anyhow, plenty wild, but I got many doubts
They notepads look like they pen pals with Minnie Mouse
Meanwhile you can catch me in the city, crouched
Behind a park bench, machete out, steady on the prowl
M-K-S, put the name in ya breath,
I may just go Superman, get it laid in my chest
Stay fresh, treat a new notepad like a blank check
You wanna make bets? I bet this is hotter than what you say next.
HOOK [GRIZZ]
One (1) finger up in the air, long as the funk lingers
Another two (2) stuck to the blunt, all of my drug bingers
High as the stars soon offa that Mars Boom,
Ready to put in work somethin’ vicious
Three (3) pumps of the fist cause ain’t nothin’ fuckin’ with this
Four (4) thrusts of the hips if you up in a chick
Offa that Mars Boom, puffin’ a stick,
The kid is one smooth SOB…
VERSE 2 [HOTT]
And that’s the reason they in love with the spit
You know it’s bad when shorties stakin’ in the bushes by the crib just to look at the fit
A bit of arrogance, call me undead Pharaoh
With an un-narrow pyramid fulla bone marrow,
I know, we interrupted a good time,
With a five-star flow, I picked up where the hood’s dyin’; so true
Phone a hero ‘cause we ‘bout to expose you
Don’t worry ‘bout bein’ wack, scraps; nobody knows you
Mars Boom sounds like luxury cars tuned in Munich
The boom could clear a room with statues in it
Dead haters like Yosemite holdin’ a shottie,
Verses leave holes in bodies, like cartoons
Firearms are in arms’ reach, when the pen’s in my palm’s reach,
All you see is sharp teeth, shredded paper,
When I’m on beats, it’s harsh news,
Wake up out the bed, damnit, explosive lyrics from the Red Planet
HOOK [GRIZZ]
VERSE 3 [GRIZZ]
It’s the bad news bear, head fulla cashews,
Sneer on his face leavin’ rap dudes scared
Listen boy, we don’t like your types to pass through here,
Smell the fear through the masks you wear, yup,
But don’t be mad you square; you F-in’ with the crème de la crème fella
Hella gems, hope you brought ya umbrella
None better when he shines like sunny weather
On a Skizz beat; love it when a plan comes together
Keep it hotter than a sweater, whether he on a track,
A beat box, or even just rockin’ it a capella
Stop singin’ alla that jazz, you not Ella,
I’m savin’ all my scratch for a Scotch cellar,
Too cool to kick it, even when the room’s spinnin’ like helicopter propellers
I will not sell a wolf ticket
Cats is either too simplistic or Fu-Schnickens
I just sit in back of the class and do Grizz, man…
HOOK [GRIZZ]
END - Track Name: Broken in Two feat. DJ Comatoast (prod. by Grizz)
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BROKEN IN TWO
FEATURING DJ COMATOAST
PRODUCED BY GRIZZ
VERSE 1
Ayo I’m BACK on my BS, CO to TX,
Reach fo’ ya glasses and TOAST in the beeitch,
It’s been a long time comin, but here is,
CrazyWorld, 100 miles & runnin; cheers!
But happy hour quickly turns to a sad scene;
You wake up from a blackout, wishin it was a bad dream,
What started with caffeine and mad nicotine,
Ended with devilish acts, fit to make a nun blaspheme…
…so now I’m headed to the LQ, AKA the likker shop,
Finna cop some granddad’s medicine to help sooth
My affliction; my addiction is my prescription,
And time is tickin; you best walk with if you tryna listen
‘Cause once you go Likker Cat, yeah, there ain’t no goin back,
But you made it this far, so you probly be knowin that,
When I was a kid, yo, we always had to shoulder-tap,
Used to close my eyes & just listen to the 40 crack.
HOOK
Open my blue eyes, scopin my view; tired…
My strength ain’t even close to renewed, why?
Well I got a notion, know the motions and I goin’ on through
Thinking ya destiny is chosen for you; hopin it’s true; God…
Ain’t nothin that I can ask for, past more health
And growin old with my boo, but when I open a brew?
It’s like I found what I was chosen to do,
Guess it’s my glass jaw; lookin past y’all, man I’m
“Broken in Two”
VERSE 2
I’m, outta the gate like a jockey ridin a Crazy Horse,
Outta my face; you don’t like me? Then you can lay me off
That’s what I say to the boss (just in my brain, of course)
Playin that part for 8 hours, then it’s straight to the store,
Life is a river, and mine’s merely takin it’s course,
My habits be makin me poor, but I can give a…FUCK
The World’s Crazy my friend, playin pretend?
Nah, I’m just lookin straight through the lens; Takin a picture
And love’s gonna getcha, my synapses got a thing for you dopamine; They really fuckin witcha
Especially after a few bones, spliff & a couple pictures,
My nose like a blood hound; finding something to sniff up,
Stuck in a big rut; chuggin a big cup;
Puffin a cig; thinkin whatever’s under my wig’s FUCKED!
That’s how I live, YUP, my head stays stressed;
And that’s the reason why I’m MKS
HOOK
VERSE 3
I pack 2 bags, even if it’s a day trip;
So haggard, cats be lookin at me like, “is you mad??”
To me, that’s funnier than Grizz rockin a doo rag,
I tell ‘em nah, but yo, on the low, that ain’t the truth man…
These headlines that I be reading at the news stands’
Orwellian at best, the just takin us for fools, damn…
Not to mention the mental prison called the television,
O’Reilly to Oprah, they part of the same hellish mission,
Got you watchin and listenin while you getting conditioned,
God forbid we start grindin instead of bitchin
Though it seems only a minute since I started this shit,
The bottle’s finished; sniff a line, then I pop a Kolonopin in
That’s Yin & Yang; yeah I’m hardly a model citizen,
But if it’s Grizz that’s scriptin it; it’s guaranteed that shit’ll bang,
Keep ya eyes peeled, navigate carefully through this minefield,
‘Cause life’s ill, you can’t tell that bitch a thang…
HOOK
END - Track Name: Carry On feat. Likker Cats (prod. by Skizzaz)
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Carry On
Featuring Heretic Skeptic
Produced by Skizzaz Skullface
VERSE 1 [GRIZZ]
My crew never passed 40’s, unless it was the last 40,
Which never happened, ‘cause we HAD 40,
And Sundays was the worst days;
Leave a Colorado alcoholic thirsty; I’m,
Pickin my eye snot & hackin up my mornin lung,
Activities as ritual to me, as a yawn to some,
Then I stop & ponder some…
“But I just don’t think I can…”
Recall Blue Ribbon brew sippin till the mornin come…
Another blackout to cap off a bad month,
Now I’m back in the line, like I ain’t bring a bag lunch,
But it ain’t the school cafeteria; pure mass hysteria,
I used to have this cool flask carrier,
Now it’s by the wayside, like so many broads & jobs…
Thank the lord, all I need is this case of mine;
Oh, what a waste of time…
“I just don’t think I can…”
Fit in in this space & time; oh let’s just face it:
HOOK 1 [GRIZZ]
I’m a no-good sonofabitch, don’t wanna resist,
Temptation; FUCK if I’m livin under a bridge, ya dig
“I Just don’t think I can carry on, so I start…”
Drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’…
I guess brew’s the only therapy for a recluse,
Who slept through his moment of clarity; damn…
“I Just don’t think I can carry on, so I start…”
Drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’…
VERSE 2 [HERETIC SKEPTIC aka BROADNEY DANGERFIELD]
HOOK [HERETIC SKEPTIC]
VERSE 3 [GRIZZ]
My crew never passed Frisbees,
The only thing spinnin was the ceilin After fifths of Jack whiskey,
I tipped ‘em back swiftly on the quest to find the best drunk;
T-shirts & sweats; yup! Jeans means I’m dressed up…
Less haggard now; my threads come wit a label;
Still I can drink the best braggart straight under the table
Critics call me cynic, but…
“I don’t think that I can..”
Quit it, so you might as well forget it, cuz…
[HERETIC SKEPTIC]
HOOK [HERETIC SKEPTIC]
[GRIZZ]
May the road rise to greet you and the wind be at your back,
Mazel Tov, man, whatever’s puts the likker in the glass, come on…
“I Just don’t think I can carry on, so I start…”
Drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’…
END - Track Name: The City's Dyin' (Interlude - prod. by Skizzaz)
- (no original lyrics)
- Track Name: Quarter to Midnight (prod. by Skizzaz)
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Quarter to Midnight
Produced by Skizzaz Skullface
VERSE 1 [GRIZZ]
It’s been a minute since these vocal chords spoke to God…
For no reason, blunts pass like the 4 seasons…
Been goin hard down the boulevard with no regard…
It’s a cold world; I’m out here in the snow, freezin…
I used to have them coke sneezes, wakin up with nose bleedin,
Withdrawin & havin cold fevers…
That OC’s through the nose steez almost made me go fiend,
I’m just thankful that I broke free,
So toast to me, ‘cause the whole thing’s bittersweet,
Sleep with gritted teeth; this ain’t how it’s s’posed to be;
Everybody seems cold to me;
It’s funny that I used to think you had to have both of ya peepers closed to sleep...
Smokin grits till it’s close to 3; tryin to make it official like a notary
To get to where I hope to be,
But that monotony will fuck with you;
I got addicted, but I kicked it; now all I need is something to do…
HOOK 1
“It’s quarter to midnight kid, let’s get right!”
Nah, just sit tight young man, just sit tight
“It’s one o’clock; is you tryin to have some fun or not?”
Grabbed my phone & started dialin numbers, but I stopped
“It’s past 2, & you finished ya last brew; this is the last time I’m gonna ask you…”
Tipped my hand, showin all of my cards, & woke up,
Feelin like everything was fallin apart…
VERSE 2
Every year, gettin closer to them grey hairs…
Sad state of affairs, but I don’t say prayers…
Just to make it clear, yo I keep my faith near…
Too many cats create cages to escape theirs…
Or put on great airs; thinkin they shakespeares
Much ado about nothin; I can’t care,
Ya whole face is just a canvas to paint fear,
You better off livin in church; ain’t no saints here
Just a bunch of hateful sneers & blank stares;
One foot in the grave; I had to change gears,
Left my hate there; all of our fates’ shared,
Became prepared to death; now I ain’t scared,
Gotta make the most of what I got, ‘cause fate’s weird,
And life’s real, but it doesn’t always play fair,
And that monotony will fuck wit you,
I got addicted, but I kicked it; now all I need is somethin to do…
HOOK 2
“It’s quarter to midnight kid, let’s get right!”
Nah, just sit tight young man, just sit tight
“It’s one o’clock; is you tryin to have some fun or not?”
Grabbed my phone & started dialin numbers, but I stopped
“It’s past 2, & you finished ya last brew; this is the last time I’m gonna ask you…”
Nah, that’s coo man, I deaded that scene,
And woke up, feelin like reverend dunked my head in that stream…
END - Track Name: CrazyWorld feat. Heretic Skeptic (prod. by 1865)
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CrazyWorld
Featuring Heretic Skeptic
Produced by1865
VERSE 1 [Heretic Skeptic]
VERSE 2 [GRIZZ]
I never meant to lose my focus man, I’m sorry,
Looks like life’s another hopeless plan, probly…
I’ve been neglecting my closest fam; hardly
givin mention to the folks that ran by me,
Now I wear ya hat ‘cause I can’t hold your hand, damn…
And now I think about you when I drink without you;
The hardest part is tryin to get this ink to spout through,
I always thought my kids would call you uncle,
but they killed the last tiger in the jungle,
FUCK IT,
I hope it all falls, like castles made of sand,
‘Cause the world just ain’t the same witout my man, and
YES, I’ll pour the likker, and YES I’ll hope it hits ya man,
But how am I to know? Most are livin fast or dyin slow; I am BOTH…
And now without my roots, how can I try and grow?
Sick & tired of cryin whole buckets so, FUCK it,
I’m alone…
OUTRO
I woke up feelin lost today, I woke up feelin lost today
“CrazyWorld…”
I woke up feelin lost today, I woke up feelin lost today
“CrazyWorld…”
(REPEATS)
END - Track Name: Hair of the Dog (prod. by Chris Anderson)
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HAIR OF THE DOG
Produced by Chris Anderson
HOOK 1
Sirens’ blarin across my city, makin it hard to hear me,
Gimme that Maker’s Mark Whiskey;
the hair of the dog that bit me,
Guaranteed for the big leagues, and I’m carryin ya’ll with me,
Blowin piff green; sippin the hair of the dog that bit me,
I dare you: go on & tempt me, rappers is all but bitchy,
Fuck a mixed drink, just give me the hair of the dog that bit me,
HOOK 2
“Nothin makes sense in CrazyWorld…”
‘Cause the man with the land doesn’t share what he plants,
“Try to make a livin, but they just won’t let you…”
So the dude who picks the crops can’t eat unless he picks the locks,
“Nothin makes sense in CrazyWorld…”
And you can tell a bad man by the badge, the badge…
“Try to make a difference, they’ll come & get you…”
And the clock goes ‘tick, tock, tick, tock…’
VERSE 1
I’m, back on my solo tip kids, but yo; don’t you get it twist,
No goin back for a Likker Cat once he been enlist,
Lifelong prescription of sippin & keepin heads lifted,
Usin any & all means of spreadin the sickness;
Whatchu think this is? Drink tickets & party favors?
Sorry haters, we got lives & kids; we mean business,
If you need witness, shit…
you can ax anybody in the back to the front row;
better not act like a punk though;
You don’t know what a thorough-ass team this is,
We rollin green witches’ broomsticks, that scary Mary;
Barely two puffs & stuff starts to seem different,
Plus I get drunk in the booth, like I was Harey Carey,
Pop pills like the homie Jerry; cherr-green spliff lit,
Been did shrooms & ‘cid, since I was a foolish kid,
Now I’m older & homie, it’s opiates, only it’s
Slightly different; as a kid I was jokin & riffin,
Now, as an adult, it’s like I’m copin with phoniness, what’s the deal?
HOOK 2
VERSE 2
I made the album ‘cause myself I was doubtin,
Drownin in liquor, downin pills offa the shelf by the thousands,
Benzos, downers & uppers, Fentanyl suckers, morphine & methadone,
Yak, adderall, man, I wish I had it all back,
Matter of fact? Nah, I had a ball, and after all that,
I’m still bent; havin trouble getting back on my track,
‘Cause I still CRACK the Swishers, and I still LACK prescriptions
For the pills I pop; still don’t keep a cap on the Jack,
We in a dark, hopeless hell pit, tell it to Maury Povich,
Hard to focus on my grind amongst swine & swarmin locusts,
Livin inside the belly of the beast, call me Jonah,
Livin broke as fuck, homeless; life is hardly a bonus,
But speak about some resistance, and most’ll just turn they heads,
Though they barely earnin their bread; merely ekin out an existence
Like Nicholson at the Bradley, I’m trippin, wishin for whiskey,
What’ll it be? Just give me the hair of the dog that bit me on the rocks.
Hook 1
Hook 2 (X2)
END - Track Name: Outside of the Booth feat. DJ Comatoast (prod. by Isolated Mind)
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OUTSIDE OF THE BOOTH
featuring DJ COMATOAST
Produced by Isolated Mind
Verse 1
Outside of the booth, it’s bleak
Dudes is sleep-walkin, crews is WEAK,
That ain’t English they be teachin in schools, it’s NEWSPEAK,
New World don’t sing the blues, she just weep,
Treated like a leper, ‘cause I’m not the shepherd nor the sheep,
I’m just steppin on the street, and handlin my B-I,
You battlin the demons that just crept into ya sleep,
There’s depth to my scenes, good luck tryin to see mine,
Like Seven, you won’t get it till the message is complete,
I didn’t believe in ghosts until I spoke to 5-0,
Not talkin bout the fuzz, but my bruhs from the Navajo,
Rez in Cortez, they told me on a side road;
Got they asses chased by a shape-shiftin lost soul!
They call ‘em skinwalkers, they can assume the shape of one animal;
That’s why the claw’s on my arm, yo…
When Mexicans would do the knowledge on them Chupacabras,
I listened closed, paid attention to the convo,
As the years passed, I got on my geek, and realized shit is not what you think,
Feelin high, till the CrazyWorld got me, now I’m all on the brink,
Bizarre ride, and I’m swallowin drinks, follow the stink;
You gon’ find a prophet hidin under the sink,
I ain’t shook yo; I’m runnin from shrinks,
‘Cause it ain’t about psychology, start preachin ya philosophies,
And honestly, you’ll probably end up in the clink…ya heard?
HOOK
Ain’t no lovers no more, it’s just lust,
Everybody just tryin ta bust nuts,
Shit is changin so fast, I can’t adjust…
“Plus, there’s no justice, it’s just us.”
The world’s crazy, nuttin much to discuss,
Ain’t no word to describe it beside a cuss,
Ain’t no man tellin me who to trust,
“In fact, watchin your back, it be a must.”
VERSE 2
It’s startin to seem like the last days are here upon us,
So I ain’t got a lot to say, like Clarence Thomas,
Politicians know the deal, but wouldn’t dare acknowledge,
Beware impostors who be swearin shit is fair & honest,
You know that they don’t really care about us,
They only tolerate us ‘cause there wouldn’t be no billionaires without us,
Now my homies’ gettin laid off, the banks gettin paid off,
The judge went & through the book at Madoff…
I’m thinkin what about them cats that sponsored Adolf?
The rich that ate off the backs of the poor,
Then I finish my Old 8 off, & it’s back to the store,
And on the way, pick up an 8 Ball, it’s happened before,
I’m my own worst enemy, no hearse beddin me,
Stressed out; watch my dome burst like Kennedy,
My old old earth told me church be the remedy,
But nah Grandma, that don’t work for my energy.
Hook
VERSE 3
The universe is gettin bigger now,
Still we love to watch stars when they hit the ground,
Shit’s been sicker since the Gipper brought the trickle-down,
Now we barely know how 2 nickels clickin sounds,
While the kingmakers sippin crown, sniffin mounds,
Lightin spliffs with a Da Vinci frown; stick around,
That is, unless ya little feets can’t reach to the pedals,
Say my name & I pop up; speak of the devil,
Swing like a metal Louisville, how I beat instrumentals,
Even a sideshow freak couldn’t creep to my level,
Here in the belly of the beast, we don’t settle for the leash,
And nobody thinks you’re special in the least,
So be careful who you effin with, capiche?
You ain’t gotta be hard to learn a hard lesson in the street,
Don’t take Grizz for granted, and don’t bank on no next release,
Transmittin live from the planet till I rest in PEACE.
END - Track Name: Mask & the Crown (prod. by Skizzaz)
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The Mask & the Crown
PRODUCED BY SKIZZAZ SKULLFACE
Verse 1
I’m on my grizzly like my mothafuckin’ bear paw
I think he wanna square off, say a prayer for ‘em
Matter fact, you may wanna shoot a flare for ‘em
Go ahead and get the paramedics there for ‘em
I’d shed a tear for ‘em, but I never cared for ‘em
Won’t pour nothin’, but I’ll drink a keg of beer for ‘em
Thought I was a new jack, I had to set it clear for ‘em
Been this way forever man, I never been in rare form…
Is it ‘cause I be an eighties baby?
Or the eighties of the OC that made me crazy?
I don’t know G; maybe it’s the way I slay beats
That got them crowdin’ ‘round me like “Ladies, ladies!”
Every verse is dumb, yo dun, you hurtin’ ‘em
And when the curtains come, split like a serpent’s tongue
Premeditated, so that makes it Murder One
Clean getaway, nobody ever heard of son…
Hook
And this is how we smash through ya town
Hoodied-down, heads up! Mask & the Crown…
You ain’t heard? Start askin’ around…
M-K-S
Put in work ‘till we mastered the sound
Panties down, drinks up! Mask & the Crown…
Light it up and pass it around…
M-K-S
Verse 2
Say the name like you know it well
The clique pro like COINTEL
But I don’t dress in drag like Hoover
I’m here to let the cat out the bag, like rumors
Stab right thru ya
Eye on the past, and an eye on the future
But ain’t lookin’ for no Zion, or Lion of Judah
No, I bring the pain like the King James
They tryin’ to see me in the ground, or the bing chained
I’m just tryin’ to get it poppin’ like big things
Stress got me lovin’ Mary Jane, like Rick James…
This when animals attack; I’m a beast, Skizz a phantom on the track
Pandemonium strikes when I be holdin’ these mics, like holy Christ!
Got the swollest OG’s holdin’ they rosaries tight
So all ya’ll vaminos, or fall like dominoes
You know I got the block on lock, like Guantanamo
Hook
Verse 3
I came in the door, I said it before
You might feel better if we don’t keep score
My demo brings you the heat, like C4
And my fleet ain’t the type to repeat what we saw
We use code words when we slangin’ our speak
So to the man, it might as well be Greek
But in fact, it’s mad rats; rap’s sprung a leak
So motherfuck puttin’ my tongue in cheek
This is for the Whites, Blacks, Latinos and Asians
Mexicans, Haitians, those with no placement
Muslims, whether you Arab or from the nation
Jews, Christians, Buddhists, even Pagans
Bang this shit till it cracks the foundation
The roof collapses, and all of the walls cave in
We’ll lay you out flat on the pavement
Middle fingers up, how’s that for a statement?
Hook
END - Track Name: Major feat. Hott & Quiz (prod. by Grizz)
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MAJOR
featuring HOTT & QUIZ
Produced by GRIZZ
VERSE 1 [HOTT]
HOOK [HOTT]
We bring that flavor, flavor, flavor,
Finna be major, major,
Comin out the cage, dumbin out, showin out that bad behavior,
Save yourself, wanna get that wealth? Gotta put in that labor, labor,
You ain’t ever heard of HOTT? Do yaself a favor, favor, favor, favor…
[GRIZZ]
We finna give you that sickness, sickness,
Make you wanna get with this, with this,
We spit this real talk, can I get a witness, witness?
We stupid polished, go swoop the product & do the knowledge,
You ain’t ever heard of Grizz? Do yaself a solid, solid.
VERSE 2 [GRIZZ]
I don’t peep, I go deeper, don’t just see you, I see what’s IN you,
So before you look into the eyes of the man, just know what you gettin into, cuz…
You know we masters wit it, no need to asterisk it,
Better run that cash, & cover that stash, when you’re fuckin with the Bad Lieutentant
End of the week, tryin ta live by the beat, can’t eat when the streets got BREAD CRUMBS...
Got an uncle that lives in the hills, all his money tied up in HEDGE FUNDS…
I don’t want nothin from that will, and I damn sure don’t EXPECT NONE…
You can bet I’ll be shinin still, like I’m seein reflections of REDRUM…
Me & my homies don’t watch the Grammy’s, that’s phony drama,
We don’t treat Tony Montana like he the holy father,
We down with Chavez, Evo Morales, & Che Guevara,
With a little bit of medical hash, we turn the booth to an Irani sauna,
Cats flyin that Jolly Roger, but I ain’t buyin no body armor,
Bullet ain’t but an instrument, what really ends ya shit dog, is probly karma
Ax him a question and find you’re messin wit an Artful Dodger,
Certifiable party starters, and I’ll be honest: it’s on.
HOOK
VERSE 3 [QUIZ]
HOOK
END - Track Name: So Long (prod. by MADINEZ)
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So Long
Produced by MADINEZ
VERSE 1
Man, I can hear ‘em breathin, gimme reason not to dig the razor
Deep into my veins; all these people are the same, keepin secrets from my
Main man, me; ain’t no shoulders for the cryin
And there ain’t no middle ground; it’s freezing cold or else it’s fryin pan,
Iron Man comic books got me through my youth;
Biggest vocabulary in school, but didn’t speak till 22,
And look what it got me: copy, copy, copy,
People, people, people, everybody’s carbon copies and they equals; what’s with me though?
I window-shop for things that I can easily afford,
In hopes that maybe someone greets me at the door when I get home,
I had a friend once; her name was Susy;
I wrote her letters, she never wrote me back, but yo, beggars can’t be choosy…
HOOK 1
Man, I can peep ‘em creepin, gimme reason not to do the trigger-squeezin,
Leavin me in blood puddles; milk curdled in the fridge,
Dirty dishes in the sink; dead fishes in the bowl,
Unopened pack of Trojans; empty wishes in my soul,
VERSE 2
Dial tone; shit, you can’t blame me for tryin though,
It looks as though it’s up to me to save them, I can’t wait for no messiah, so
I’m havin thoughts of flyin out the window;
that’ll teach a lesson to them yes-men seekin answers to they questions better than preachin,
But as I overstand the city, I can understand the fact
That they don’t understand the fact that
I just want a hand to clasp inside my own flesh;
Dome stressin out; checkin out the ledge, overlookin fuckers & screw-heads,
Nah, this won’t do; this shit ain’t high enough for flyin,
plus it’s time to pay these whiners back for all the shit I had to go through,
the whole school used to look at me and laugh; well, who’s laughin now?
Cashin out the piggy bank & bustin out the mask…
HOOK 2
Man, I swear I hear ‘em breathin, gimme reasonNot to give ‘em all a reason;
Even mom & pops honestly want me to stop breathin,
I’m seein the streets teemin with heathens & evil demons,
I can’t even call ‘em people anymore; hit the door, man I’m leavin,
VERSE 3
6 o’clock, and already it’s smellin shitty; the alleys,
the pretty people, the Tom’s, Dick’s & the Sally’s,
Dick’s ring is on Sally’s finger, but Tom’s dick is in Sally
When Dick’s workin overtime, business trippin to Cali,
That’s aight, ‘cause Dick’s dippin his tip in a stripper’s honey pot,
And between the two cheaters, neither one’s hittin the money spot,
It’s funny, not really, how they callin me a freak
When more than half of all these bastards does shit they wouldn’t repeat,
Keep a clean slate for just such an occasion; try to avoid the subway,
Since I fell asleep and woke up in a bad place, but fuck it;
The gun shop’s just one stop away, and what’s the worst that can happen?
‘Cause I ain’t nappin; not today…
HOOK
Man, I can hear ‘em screamin; gimme reaon not to release them & free them,
From they sleeping dead; open up they eye sockets, leakin red,
Keep my head pointed toward the cement; find no meaning in the cracks,
And I swear I feel ‘em breathin down my back
VERSE 4
Came to the station, paid for my ticket, swayed through the gate,
Aimed towards a brother tryin to ask me for some change;
Gave him money, said I’m lookin for the same,
‘cause I’m sick & tired of hearin all these voices in my brain…
“Brotha, just open up ya eyes, peep the truth from the lies,
Remember that milk up in ya fridge? You know it used to be straight,
Remember them fishes in ya bowl? You know they used to be alive,
And with minimum effort, you know you’d have some clean plates.”
One look in his face, and I could tell he saw their faces,
No need to tell him nothin ‘cause I know he saw it too,
My one true brother in the midst of all the faceless,
And at that very moment, I knew what I had to do…
HOOK 4
Man, I’m callin’ it an evenin, ain’t no reason, please believe I ain’t indecent,
I just hear the train comin, so I guess my train’s leavin,
No more weepin all alone, starin at the phone, reachin,
No more creepin, just the sound of brakes screechin,
Spoke my piece and now it’s…peace.
“SO LONG…”
END
