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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"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..."
GET READY!! Hair of the Dog is CrazyWorld incarnate: dark, grimy, head-banging, REAL. The crazy-ass, trunk-thumping, apocalyptic beat is laced by Chris Anderson (soundcloud.com/man-of-birds), a DOPE up-and-comer out of Denver. Grizz is in prime form on this one, painting a dark picture of the world outside his Capitol Hill apartment window. It's some straight-up F*CK THE POLICE grimy shit!!
lyrics
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
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
