Grizz's new solo album, "CrazyWorld", on good old compact disc! Includes full album artwork (including on-disc print), tracklist, & slim jewel case. Order includes digital download of full album, PLUS a FREE bonus 25-track mixtape, "Get Right Music" (2009), presented by Grizz & Heretic Skeptic, as well as two brand-new bonus songs! After placing your order, send an email to monsterking89@gmail.com to received the bonus material.
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USB Flash Drive + Digital Album
Limited edition "CrazyWorld" 2 GB USB flash drive featuring the newest solo album from Grizz! Also included on the drive is bonus content, including another FULL mixtape, "Get Right Music", presented by Grizz & Heretic Skeptic (MKS Entertainment), as well as two bonus songs, videos, pictures, and more! The drive is printed with hi-res images of the album covers, front and back, and the usb plugin sleekly folds out from the side. These are limited, so grab one while they're available!
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"Holla 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..."
^^This is just one example of the intelligent swagger of Grizz. The third song on CrazyWorld, "Dead Rockers", keeps the energy high and listeners' heads bouncing as Grizz delivers line after line of piercing social & political commentary, with just a hint of dark humor. You may find yourself rewinding this track a few times to catch the subtle references in the lyrics. The beat, produced by Yonnas Abraham, sounds like hell's army on the march, and it is a perfect backdrop for the vicious lyrical content of the track.
lyrics
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
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
