Artist: EVERLAST feat. The X-Ecutioners
Album: Built From Scratch (Press Release)
Title: B-BOY PUNK ROCK 2001

 

 

Ha Ha
Whitey Ford
X-ecutioners Style

 

MC am I people call me Ev
when I'm bustin' up the party hear my engine rev
With high resolution in the late p.m
X-Men scratch the beat while i drop this gem
Got tints on my windows so you can't see in
pack it up pack it in baby once again.
Ain't no way to check me (check me)
No way to wreck me (wreck me)
And shit gets hectic if you disrespectin.
Stiller than night I'ma see my light
On the top of the Marquee kid bill me right
You know it ain't right, but yo it's ok
see this type of shit happens everyday

(scratching)
You see this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)
You know this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)

It goes one for the thugs, two for the chickens
peckerwood stats classic like slim pickins
Fuck the Democrats, and the Republicans
got all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of Mexicans
Porter rock style I'll Touch you like Tony
you claim to keep it real but still comin' out phony.
It's just one emcee and four dj's
give us six turntables and a mic to blaze.
I'ma said it like Pun in the house of fun
I burn hotter than the heat that's made by sun.
Got a gun, ain't a uzi, but it weighes a ton
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001

(scratching)
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)

World keeps spinnin'. X-Men keep winnin
X-Men keep winnin. X-Men keep winnin
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001.
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001

 

 

 

Artist: Swollen Members feat. Evidence, Mad Child, EVERLAST & Divine Styler

Album: Defenders of the Underworld (Compilation)

Title: BOTTLE ROCKET

 

 

[Evidence]

Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons

Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean versions

No profanit goddamnit hard like granite to the utmost

I'm butter on rye - always hired to play the low post

I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic

I'm dope on plastic like Flex I always keep it classic

Expressions in the facial I'm more racial from carribean rhythms

I hit 'em with a battered flow padded with circles added twice

I'm nice on ice the line slice your dome

And separate rhymes from poems

My life....

Ain't tryin to see no grammy or oscar

Best believe these styles will rub off like pastas

On people yo check Dilated Evidence

The influential rock rhymes in sequential format

You'll see the doormat if you acting disaccordingly

Something to the effect of fatboys and disorderlies
 

[Mad Child]

I'll take you from he man to shira

Battlecat to cringer

Midevil Messenger, westcoast avenger

Take it to the street battle me? That's a fucking sin

Go one round with Mad Child you'll be sucking wind

Snapping handcuffs just for de-concentration

Then I broke out the bus - a mental hospital patient

On a weekend pass but I still come sick

Psychopathic you're dealing with a deranged lunatic

Soon to kick your teeth in, and then go berserk

Even Van Gogh looked at me and said you're one piece of work

So I said lend me an ear, cause I'm the state of the art

First I'll feast on your brain, then rip your body apart

There's a party of heart stuck inbetween my fangs

Wrap a rope 'round your neck, and you still couldn't hang

'Cause you're way off track, you need realignment

Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinement
 

[Everlast]

I'll keep your backside open like the english channel

I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel

I'll survey your panel with my foot up in your anal

You think it can't happen? Kid, cause I'm rappin'?

Ain't no gun clappin' cut the jaw jackin'

Let the joints get shot and see where it's not

Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock

And check the new style Whitey Ford's prone to rock

Once upon a time, not long ago

Before Hip Hop was made for the radio

An MC show had to co-rock the masses

Used to wear a kangol with the clear gazelle glasses

So bang bang boogie up jump the party

Someone clapped off and scattered everybody

Drunk off bacardi, high off the trauma

It's death from above the livest dive bomber

In the squadron I break formation

I get New York love like my name's Ken Son

??At tea?? they rock bells till they break the dawn

Steady puffin owl's and fight hell like spawn

My moves are animated my crew's reinstated

While you cats suspension's up in my dimensions

We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy

So I'ma keep it on the love and do my duty/doody like howdy
 

[Divine Styler]

Direction short term plan regionalize rhyme boards

With the hordes - I'm satan dynasty killer

Refill the chords with the sling on down

Venom spit regurgitate def scripts I sound

Cylinder never python, prevail Mad Child

Physical justic can't rush this for now

Move fake of the game time set backs don't sweat that

God don't test that - too much infinite to get at

Space to fills all the members got the illa drills

And if you with the rhyme skill

Bust the revealings of my feelings of these dealings

Will the represent shall

I build three phases of death

The illusion is to sweat that you reflect

When you feel the veil

Divine Styles circumnavigate nine circles of hell

You keep on you don't stop 'cause a nigga never stay stale

WudaWudaWudaWudaWudaWudaWhat I'm saying is is that...

You ain't you ain't ready for that shit (echoes)

 

 

 

Artist: Dilated Peoples feat. EVERLAST, Planet Asia & Defari

Album: The Platform

Title: EAR DRUMS POP (Remix)

 

 

[Planet Asia]

Affiliation like, Dilated Peoples

"Watch your ear drums pop"

"Watch your ear drums pop, got this rap shit locked"

"Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed"
 

[Planet Asia]

The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery

I'm locally accepted, worldwide respected

So gimmie mines and meet your deathwish

Dead at the throat like floatin wit your neck slit

Be gone, I'm way beyond

My mind shines harder than your necklace

I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples

Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to earn a stripe

Like it was just put on

Initiation means death, burn the mic now meet your escort

If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters

Duck it, you're fuckin wit the spot rushers

Bustin wit brand new artillery cocked

Straight out the metal shop, to catch you up close, dead on the spot

There goes your manhood

Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods

Blaze you wit the heat, destroy my conscience

For the backward, easin up ain't in the plans

I leave MC's wit no stands

Ill conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance
 

"Iriscience ya'll" [Iriscience]

"MC Iriscience" [Iriscience]

"Rakaa you don't rhyme fair" [Iriscience]
 

[Iriscience]

Aiyyo we hit it festivals, and we hit it the nightclubs

We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight Club

I love it and live it

If you want it, then come and get it

I'm like Show and AG, or Alomar how I spit it

It's the highly-developed, well-equipped intelligent

You're a target if you're soft, pastel, or delicate

I'm bold cuz everything goes at pro caliber

A top competitor, a worldclass traveller

Spell-the-name-right.com, check the site

Like ? check the date on the dime from satellites

I move like Coltrane, pushin a blue tray

Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein

Wit Planet Asia, Defari, and Everlast

Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliever the weather fast

Joey Chavez, and a butcher named Babs

Dilated, now take that shit back to the lab
 

"Man listen" [Defari]

"From L.A. and it's finest" [Iriscience]

"Defari" [Defari]
 

[Defari]

They wanna jack who?

Step up and I'll dump

Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump

Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my name's Defari

I roll wit the fo' sho' logo, the open eye

Dilated, heavy rotated, Golden Stated

So many dream of the sound that me and Ev created

Everybody wanna be rhymin wit two left feet

That's like a cripple man in lane five at the track meet

You wishin on a star but you lookin at the sun

I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more than fun

Pro sport wit a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness

The ink fill up the paper in a matter of minutes

Whether from Brooklyn or Venice

I travel wit mental fitness

Takin out you suckers and you don't know how I did this

So quit it, quit wit the nonsense, you harmless

Leave the hip hop alone and get your fix from a pharmacy
 

"Everlastin' fresh" [Defari]

"Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control" [Everlast]
 

[Everlast]

I read the New Testament and gave it up for Lent

All the places I went just to pay my rent

Used to keep me bent, on a ritual daily

Cock my hammer, spit a Comet like Haley

I'll buck a three-eighty on ones that act shady

I'm original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son

You know you ain't the one that rep peckerwood status

I'll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor

What you comin here for, son you know the law

Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse

Lift up your skirt and expose your panties

For the world to see, you can't rep it like me

I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist

Catalyst, scandalous, masacous, never miss battalist

You must be crazy, or just plain dumb

You might catch a beatdown now where I come from

It's like that
 

"Crescent Heights, get the name right" [Phil]

"You know my mothafuckin name" [Phil]
 

[Phil Tha Agony]

Phil Tha Agony, a superhero

Creatin miracles, Analyze This like Robert DeNiro

Wit your air-tight vaccuum lungs

Got your stupid ass ? ?, chewin gum, bitin your tongue

Bleedin, what is it that you're really needin

Is it fresh air to breathin, a bank account so plenty of cheese in

Take into consideration, wit every situation that you're facin

Analyze the operation

What's the function? Who does the label work, who does the paper work?

Who's the president behind the desk, reclinin the best

Too many fake fraudulent artist, ignoramusus

Gettin famous-es, tryin to steal my whole name in this

That's why every move is documented

It's the unprescedented, rhymes that I invented

R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and Dilated

Crescent Heights, we're stealin your height, violated
 

"76 born bomb lyricist" [Evidence]

"Evidence...got another sound mission" [Defari]
 

[Evidence]

Yo ya'll, my shit is timeless

A clock wit no hands, a hourglass wit no sand

My lifespan's been written before anyone cloths or ribbon

I've started their path, but what I've said just passed

The labcat's back, that's why I feel like I've been chose

To rise to occasions wit hits like Pete Rose

Speak to myself, but once I say when

No mistakes allowed, sketch my letters in pen

Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to drink

Open all flows in perfect border insync

Total chaos, mass confusin

Just entered the playoffs, yo my team's not losin
 

"Platform, ultimate" (repeat to end)
 

 

 

Artist: Limp Bizkit feat. EVERLAST

Title: FAITH (Bootleg Remix), 1999

 

 

[Fred]

Well I guess it would be nice, if I could touch your body

I know not everybody has got a body like me baby (like me baby)

But I gotta think twice, before I give this heart away

'cuz I know all the games you play (what)

'cuz I play them too baby
 

Oooh, but I need some time off from that emotion

Time to pick my heart up off the floor

When that love comes down without devotion

Yo it takes a strong man baby but

I'm showing you that door 'cuz I gotta have

Faith (You got it)

Faith (do you feel it, and you don't stop)

Faith (yes, yes y'all)

You gotta have faith (and you don't stop)
 

(One, one two, two y'all) Baby, baby, baby, uh

I know your asking me to stay

Say please, please, please don't go away

Because I'm giving you the blues

Baby, baby (uh uh)

Uh, you might mean (what) all the words you say

I can't help but think of yesterday

And another who top me down to the loverboy blues (top me down)
 

Before this river becomes an ocean

'fore you pick my heart up off the floor

When that love comes down without devotion

Yo it takes a strong man baby but

I'm showing you that door 'cuz I gotta have.....

Faith (You got it)

Faith (do you feel it)

Faith (yes, yes y'all)

You gotta have faith (to the beat y'all)
 

[Turntables]

One, two, two y'all ya-ya'll
 

[Everlast]

Can you walk like a pimp, is your bizkit limp?

I got faith like Miss Evans make you run like the Revernd

Will Smith could get jiggy

Yo I'll stick with figgy

It's life after death, I'll be living proof

The roof is on fire it can't get much higher

I'm rocking this spot so high you conspire

You call me a liar I'ma get upset

Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug then I jet
 

[Fred]

Before this river becomes an ocean

'fore you pick my heart up off the floor

When that love comes down without devotion

Yo it takes a strong man baby but

I'm showing you that door 'cuz I gotta have.....

Faith (yes yes y'all, you got it)

Faith (do you feel it, do you feel it, do you feel it)

Faith (yes, yes y'all)

You gotta have

Faith

Showing you that door 'cuz I gotta have.....

Faith (you got it)

Faith (do you feel it, do you feel it, do you feel it)

Faith (yes, yes y'all)

Faith (to the beat y'all, one, t-t-two, y-ya-y'all)
 

 

 

Artist: Korn feat. EVERLAST

Album: Freak On A Leash French Remixes, 1999

Title: FREAK ON A LEASH (Lethal Freak Mix)

 

[Jonathan Davis]

Something takes a part of me.

Something lost and never seen.

Everytime I start to believe,

Something's raped and taken from me... from me.
 

Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)

Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)

Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)

I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
 

CHORUS

Sometimes I cannot take this place.

Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.

Sometimes I cannot feel my face.

You'll never see me fall from grace
 

Something takes a part of me.

You and I were meant to be.

A cheap fuck for me to lay

Something takes a part of me.
 

Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)

Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)

How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)

Nothing in my life is free... is free
 

CHORUS
 

Boom na da mmm dum na ema

Da boom na da mmm dum na ema
 

CHORUS
 

[Everlast]

You such a background, you can call me bad guy

I break your sprit before you break mine

Girl you are so perty, wanna get you dirty

Wanna get you naked, wanna make you mine

Freak on a leash, sex on the beach

Girl I be your strong out

High as click, Not just fight

Stop to turn you out

Coz when I walking I stooge my stuff

Why cant i get just one fuck ?

Guess it got do whit luck waiting my hole life for just one.....
 

CHORUS
 

 

 

Artist: DJ Muggs feat. EVERLAST
Album: Dust

Title: GONE FOR GOOD

 

 

I was foolish cause I loved her so
Never put no one else above her no
She put it on me like no other did before
Now she telling me that she wants to go

She said she got dreams and she want back flights
She said that she can act and she wants to sign
Wants to build herself a rep make herself a name
I tell you girl game recognizes game

And ill be good when youre gone for ever
And ill be fine when youre gone for good
And ill be good when youre gone for ever
And ill be fine when youre gone for good
For good
Gone for good

You say you wanna be loved but wouldnt teach me how
Girl I dont even know how to reach you now
You say you wanna love but wouldnt speak no vow
Girl you aint the one that can break me down

Take all of my love and then you spread it around
Girl I dont even know how to greet you now
I hope maybe you choke I hope maybe you drown
I said "Hey Joe I heard you shot your lady down"

And ill be good when youre gone for ever
And ill be fine when youre gone for good
And ill be good when youre gone for ever
And ill be fine when youre gone for good
For good
Gone for good

Gone for good
Gone for good.

 

 

 

Artist: The Whooliganz feat. EVERLAST
Album: Put Your Handz Up
Title: HIT THE DECK
 

 

Pack it up with the baffle
Everlast is the Soul Assassin
Whooliganz is in the effect
And they know where it bump those backwards, baybe

Hit the deck when it comes to shred
It's the mad skills packing on the pills
For reals, I get mine and take yours
Whores drop them, fucking draws
I came to let you all know the name
The Whooliganz down with the House of Pain
Let it rain, when I'm rhyme, I vote it strainght
Nothnig but the same, all same, all same
Swing, as I just do my fame
This time I brake for the bellring
What it means, its depends from the dean
And the bathroom, smoking that nothern green
But I stay clean, cos you never know I was cock
And The Whooliganz is not to supose to get cock
When I'm on the set, I come to get dread
When I pull all my slink shot, I hit the deck

CHORUS
Hit the deck, one, two, mic check
It's the mad skills, i've come to get dread (Ha)
Hit the deck, one, two, mic check
It's the mad skills, i've come to get dread (Ha)(Check the all yo')

[Everlast]
Step to the cool, with the Irish rules
Get the stoned by my Nike's, just like they was boots
So just don't dare trying to step to me
Cos I'm Biddy B, and there no way you can do with me
See I'm Soul Assassin , passin' my right
You sees the everlasin', gassin' your skunk
I took to the room, and drop's the draws
I'm talking to your face, punk done for yours
So I can hank yo' up, like old pair of trousers
Fuck yo' up, bad as if yo' vote on Doogie Howser
And I'm deed in the hospital
Take the another Eve, thats impossible
Cos I'm soldier of fortune
Scorching yo' all MC's, trying take my leads
I shake all my roots, and pull off my sleeves
Just like my man Divine, back in '89
Bust'em and check it, the girls get naked
Every time I'm rocked, pull the bumps glocked
Tryin' tell the man, I can do what I'm doin'
Every time I drop the mic, I smack twightlight to it
The mess style I kick, the next man wit
What fuck's up with that, I get dregs(?)
When I'm hanging with The Whooliganz
Punks hit the deck

CHORUS

When you see the girs dropin' to the unfaithfuly buddy
This party some may natural dissaster has to happen
But I'm rapin', but the gang blank
And collectin' my cash, and ain't no gas into the get away car
I generaly far from the victim
Because I'm nick'em
I fix'em up with the sandwith and I kick'em
Like a ram in this like terminate not was odd
It was supose to get those who's brake brake of dawn
Cos my skills ill's, Everlast blast'em
And mom's spells the gast of evil, for the sequel
I came direct, my mom first time when I'm rhymin'
Stand to neck don't ever check, just hit the deck

CHORUS (2x)
 

 

 

Artist: EVERLAST feat. Sick Of It All

Title: JUST LOOK AROUND (1993, Unreleased)

 

The question they keep asking me

how can one so young be so bitter and angry

well, the answer is plain to see

maybe if they wern't so blind they'd see what i see

i see the homeless livin' out on the street

on every corner they're asking for money

i try to help them whenever i can

but sometimes i can't afford to help myself

i see diseases and modern plagues of our times

the greed of our leaders has made them blind

to our problems

they spend millions overseas,

people right here are fightin' wars everyday
 

i see the whites that hate the blacks

blacks against the jews, race against religion

and the're all too blind to see
 

[Everlast]

I saw the homeless man beggin'
He's got half a leg and he used to be a soldier
The sign that he's holdin' say's times are hard
Can you please kick me down
Before you turn your back just take a look around
 

when we fight each other it puts all of them at ease

it keeps us so busy, so they can do what they please

election time comes and they're out for votes

that's when you see and hear from them the most

this is what they're calling a democracy

that's just another word for hypocrisy

we keep fallin' for the bait

when we realize, it's always too late
 

i see the whites that hate the blacks

blacks that hate the jews, brother against brother

and they're all to blind to see
 

as the rich get richer, the poor goin' hungry

i've seen the toll it takes on the workingman's family

education system that's obsolete

can't hold a kid's interest or keep 'em off the street

see a father's fear, hear a mother's cry

what kind of a nation lets their children die

government's corrupt and full of red tape

then you're gonna ask me why i hate
 

why don't you open up your eyes so you can see

open up your ears so you can hear

take a look around and you will find

take a look around and you will find out why
 

[Everlast]

'Cause I'm sick of it all
Yeah, I'm sick of it all
You know I'm sick of it all (all, all)
(Repeated)

 

 

 

Artist: Kurupt feat. EVERLAST

Album: Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey

Title: KURUPTION

 

 

CHORUS (2x)

[Everlast]

Government's corrupt

Police force's corrupt

Education's corrupt

It's all fucked up
 

[Kurupt]

Step two paces....

Turn and entrapped in the middle of the frontline where the action's at

Head straight to the scope, it's like hangin on the edge, of a ledge

I play my part, piece to the puzzle

Heat's with a muzzle, a YG always in trouble

Cuz of what he know, cuz of what he knew

How he grew, up and, what he grew up to

And what he gon' grow up to be

It's nuttin wrong but homie don't grow up to be like me

Temptation to touch, a terrible thing

A placement in your palm an unbearable thing

The street has many wars, infiltries, many ways

Lives lost, many K's, full size and mini K's

Comin in many arrays

Many shapes, sizes, and shades

Cuz boys in blue they just might get you
 

CHROUS
 

[Everlast]

Now Bobby and Susy were unhappily wed

So Bobby shot Susy in the back of the head

Bobby got taken to the county jail

He put up his house and he walked on bail

Now Bobby's on the streets he's free as the breeze

He saved up his loot for his legal fees

He spent his whole bank quote on attorneys

who got the case dropped on technicalities
 

CHROUS
 

[Kurupt]

Through the good and bad times, times bad and good

Missin all the things that we used to have in the hood

Things makin me happy, used to make me sad

It feels like the war of the world, fire in hand

Spread, head to head like legions of germs

Wrapped like pearls and shells make ‘em wriggle like worms

We everlastin, Kurupt and Everlast

Lashin, ever ready sounds, spreadin like rashes

Life is complicated, Kurupt, Everlast, and Soopafly made it

For traded, supposedly stay shaded

They may lurk, but we lurk too

They create the war, that we fight for

There's only one life and only one way to be

God fear gotta give love to the G-O-D cuz I can see

Everythang's corrupted, I'm corrupted

TV corrupted the public, niggaz yellin out ‘fuck it'
 

CHORUS
 

 

 

Artist: B. Real feat. EVERLAST

Album: Stimulated Volume 1

Title: LAUGH NOW

 

 

[Everlast]

S D 50

Soul Assassin collabo

Laugh now motherfucker

Ha Ha Ha
 

CHORUS

[B-Real]

Each life I know was to got my soul

I take one day step at a time to find mine

As we go trough the blinding row

Inclining, to find me some mo’

Got to get, the life I know was to got my soul

I take one day step at a time to find mine

As we go trough the blinding row

Inclining, to find me some mo’
 

[Everlast]

All the runners and the money makers

For all the real ones and all the fakers

All the Stickup kids and life takers

Laugh now, cry later
 

[B-Real]

I laugh at you, when you expect to see a weakness,

You trifling bitches are speeches you fucking leeches

Sponges, soaking up my energy,

Tend to be a friend of me but you stab me in the back cold and vengefully

Well all I did, was pick you up

And put you on, with the big dogs to lift you up

But you fucking spit in my face and spit venom and squirt

Choose whatever you hurt would damage my whole world

But you must have mistaken me, with someone else

cuz I do to your ass what you do to yourself

Look into the mirror nigga

What’s your reflection?

Are you upset,

full of regret

What’s your intention?

You’re a lost one and now you can’t win one

Where you been nigga, taking it all in son?

I see the tears in the eyes of a hater

You can cry now, but you will not smile later
 

CHORUS
 

[Everlast]

They selling, teen dreams on the Tv screen

They got a fun for the gun and the ghost in the machine

They release the crack fiend, but protect the dealer

Underpay the teacher, overpay the healer

Rob you with the lawyer, fuck you with the handgun

Throw you in the line-up, then arrest the wrong one

Try to buy jury, throw you into prison

Ain’t nothing to it, it’s just the way they do it

Unless you got some money, cuz money makes men’s

And sometimes people get murdered for friends

And sometimes one times lose their evidence

It all depends on how much you spend

It’s the land of the free, no home of the gun

Where they kill for the dollar and they worship the sun

Dear god I really hope I ain’t the only one

Laugh now, cry later, when it’s set and done
 

CHORUS
 

 

 

Artist: Bronx Style Bob feat. EVERLAST
Album: Grandma's Ghost

Title: ODE II JUNIOR
 

 

Junior was a boy
From the day that his daddy died
His momma tried to do her best considering
Until he got older
Molded by the streets
Where he walked and did all his talking
He grew to be a handsome young man
But his heart got colder
Young boy said he didn't need a job
Said he had a heart
Cold and mean enough to rob

Narrow minded brother junior don't dogmatize
The man in truth all I want is a bit of respect
You understand,

CHORUS
Fanatical about a revolution,
Oh yeah,
It comes a time and day for an evolution,
Oh yeah,
American stripes you got to earn them,
But American flags
Junior will burn them,
Burn to the ground,

Everywhere he went
Junior's bible was by his side
He wouldn't go like Malcom, Martin, Medger,
And Mahatma died,
Penchant for confrontation
Junior's words hit 'em where it hurt
The swallow swells and the belly will burst
If the swallow lies
Bloods fought for the country
In the front lines in Vietnam
To be shipped back home
And be given a bucket of 'Spick and Span'

Narrow minded brother junior don't dogmatize
The man in truth all I want is a bit of respect
You understand

CHORUS

Instead of laughing at me
Why don't you help me
Am I just another damn mouth to feed
Blood of brotherman help build a nation
Now a foundation built by greed
The liberty statues seen by the millions
When they embarked upon this land
Saw freedom for all and love the new country
But my people still have been damned
Re white and blue was cool in the first grade
Now I'm a man despised by all
I'd like to love and forgive ya
But my pain was caused by y'all and that
Means hate extremists and all them

CHORUS

Funky drummer come and get yours:

[Everlast]
The pain the hate the news
The blues forever more
War neglect
What makes a connection
You bleed you breed
You plant the seed begin to feed
Train to lead
Then rig the election
Trees and land were all meant for mankind
Not to be told where to stand
By saluting a flag and a pole
With a story 1776 old glory
Wasn't meant for I
'cause I'm the color of the crust
On American apple pie
Bentsonhurst bent down south twisted
The clan in the south land dirt ain't listed
Reagan ran them and I can't stand them
No peace in the middle east till we ban them
Racists, anti semites and bigots hate extremists
Purists all of them…

Mother told me "Don't be angry"
As a little boy
That I could find salvation
And maybe one day own the store
Mama died with nothing
And that's most of what she left me
Need my sunshine yeah,
Hand in hand we went to school
They taught me to salute,
Hidden truth replaced soon after
With a bullet in the gun to shoot
I don't need to lie
But I might need an alibi
For my sunshine come from burning up a flag,

Bronx style rising
Mr. Bronx style rising
Bronx style rising
Rising when your burning up a flag.

 

 

Artist: DJ Muggs feat. EVERLAST vs. Pink Floyd

Album: DJ Muggs Classic MixTape

Title: PINKK FLOYD feat. EVERLAST

 

 

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone

Soul Assassins 2G's
And you can swing on these
(One time
Go somethin like this)

Hey, teacher leave the kids alone!

Yo, it's the anti-thug with the antidote
Soul Assassinator with the razor to your throat
Crowd motivator with the upgrader data
Put your drugs in the air, DJ Muggs is on the fader
'Coolin in Cali', I'm Hollywood-swingin
Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin
Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin
Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin
Like a fat bitch with a sun burn
When you gon' learn? Yo, I go back like Chick Hearns
I'm shot-callin, I'm play-makin
Tell me who's ballin, I tell you who's fakin

Hey, teacher leave the kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall (Soul Assassins 2G's)
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

Yeah yeah
I say stop - hey - wait, hold on
I'll do you like BDP did PM Dawn
I crept on you, slept on you, style that I hustle
If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle
Def Jams like Russell once he left Rick Rubin
Linked up like a Cuban, where the fuck you been?
Here's a little story that must be told
'bout a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul
When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold
Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold
It's outlandish, yo, it's disgustin
Suckers duckin from the shots we bustin
It's like that

Teacher leave the kids alone
Hey, teacher leave the kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone

Hey, teacher leave us kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

("Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding."
"How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!")
 

 

 

Artist: DJ Muggs feat. EVERLAST

Album: Soul Assassins Chapter 2

Title: RAZOR TO YOUR THROAT

 

 

(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)

(Breaker, breaker)
 

Yeah yeah

Soul Assassins 2G's

And you can swing on these

One time

Go somethin like this
 

(Break it up, break it up)
 

Yo, it's the anti-thug with the antidote

Soul Assassinator with the razor to your throat

Crowd motivator with the upgrader data

Put your drugs in the air, DJ Muggs is on the fader

'Coolin in Cali', I'm Hollywood-swingin

Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin

Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin

Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin

Like a fat bitch with a sun burn

When you gon' learn? Yo, I go back like Chick Hearns

I'm shot-callin, I'm play-makin

Tell me who's ballin, I tell you who's fakin
 

(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)

(Breaker, breaker)
 

Yeah yeah
 

(Yo, break it up, break it up)
 

I say stop - hey - wait, hold on

I'll do you like BDP did PM Dawn

I crept on you, slept on you, style that I hustle

If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle

Def Jams like Russell once he left Rick Rubin

Linked up like a Cuban, where the fuck you been?

Here's a little story that must be told

'bout a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul

When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold

Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold

It's outlandish, yo, it's disgustin

Suckers duckin from the shots we bustin

It's like that
 

(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)

(Breaker, breaker)
 

(Yo, break it up, break it up)
 

 

 

Artist: Cypress Hill feat. EVERLAST & Deftones

Title: ROCK SUPERSTAR (Remix)

 

 

CHORUS

So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large

A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge

Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body

Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
 

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up

Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up

The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys

Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me

It's funny how impossible dreams manifest

And the games that be comin with it

Nevertheless you got to go for the gusto but you dont know

About the blood, sweat and tears

And losing some of your fears

And losing some of yourself to the years past, gone by

Hopefully it dont manifest for the wrong guy

Egomaniac and the brainiac

Don't know how to act

48 tracks

Studio gangster, mack,

Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil

But never will til he crosses over

Still filling your head with fantasies

Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
 

You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz

And take shit from people who dont know what it is

I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high

And some cant pay the way

Still trapped in what you rapping about

Tell me what happened when you lost the route you took started collapsing

No fans

No fame

No respect

No change

No womenand

Everybody shittin on your name
 

CHORUS (2x)
 

You ever have big dreams of making real cream

Big shot, heavy hitter on the main

And you wanna look shanty

In the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly

You wanna have big fame, let me explain

What happens to these stars and their big brains

First they get played like all damn day

Long as you sell everything will be OK

Then you get dissed by the media and fans

Things never stay the same way they began

I heard that some never give full to the fullest

That's while fools end up dining on the bullet

Think everything's fine in the big time

See me in my Lex with chrome raised high

So you wanna roll far

And live large

It ain't all that goes with bein a rock star
 

CHORUS (2x)
 

My own son dont know me

I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely

But I thank God I'm with my homies

But sometimes I wish I was back home

But only no radio or video didn't show me

No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly

So the record gets pushed by Sony

I'm in the middle like Monie

And the press say that my own people disown me

And the best way back is to keep your head straight,

never inflate the cranium

They're too worried about them honies at the Palladium

Who just wanna cling on, swing on,

And so on

Go on, fall off,

The ho's roll on

Til the next rock superstar

With no shame

Give em a year, he'll be right out the game

The same as the last one who came before him

Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him

Assured him, this aint easy take it from Weezy

Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people
 

Assassins, Assassins
 

CHORUS (2x)
 

 

 

Artist: SX-10 feat. EVERLAST

Album: Mad Dog American

Title: RHYME IN THE CHAMBER

 

 

[Everlast]

Yo, I've been a professional sinner since birth

Just spent my 30th winter on Earth

You can't enter my turf like you're surfing the web

Rocked mics since DJ's spun Debbie Deb

Look out weekend, here I come

Back in '93 I might have brought my gun

And bucked the air for fun

Made the party run

I act mad stupid, but don't play me dumb

Cause where you're from, yo you might get sun

If you walk around scared, your jewels might get run

But where I stay, baby we don't play

We don't talk it, we live it, till the judgment day

And if I'm called to pay, and I forgot to pray

God bless my soul, have mercy on me

Have mercy on me, have mercy on me

Life's a bitch, don't take the shit personally
 

 

 

Artist: Nice & Smooth feat. EVERLAST

Album:  Jewel of the Nile, 1993

Title: SAVE THE CHILDREN

 

 

[Everlast]

It's the ill front freaka

Commin' out your speaka

Run and take a leak-a

Then, yo, you'll wreake-a

Like the 49a

No one can rock fina

The funky one line-a

Fuck the one time-a

From South Carolina all the way to Vancouver

Don't make a move or I'll buck your ass down

I don't fuck around

'Cause I'm the crazy white peckerwood cracka

You might catch a smacka

Then you'll catch a bullet

'Cause I'm gonna pull it

And I'm known to use it

I got patients, punk, don't abuse it

You choose it, 'cause you wanna hear it

Dropped the mic and style but you can't come near it (???)

Fear it, run for the hills

Get off the dills come flip the fills (???)

My name's Everlast and I wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills

I get cheap thrills of stickin' fly bottles of tap 40 bottles

Suckin' up duck wottles (???)

My man George said it walked like a fuckin' duck

My name's Everlast 'cause I don't give a fuck
 

 

 

Artist: Mobb Deep feat. EVERLAST

Album: Loud Rocks

Title: SHOOK ONES PART II

 

 

To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billas'

For real dealers that ain't got no feelings...

Check it out now....
 

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous

You heard of us

Official white folks murderers

The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware

Of my crime family who got 'nuff shots to share

For all those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone

You're all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for their self in this land we be gunnin'

And keep them shook crews runnin'

Like they supposed to

They come around but they never come close to

I can see it inside your face

You're in the wrong place

Cowards like you just get your whole body laced up

With bullet holes and such

Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched

You can put your whole army against my team

I guarantee you it'll be you very last time breathin'

Your simple words just don't move me

You're minor, we're major

You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player

Don't make me have to call your name out

Your crew's featherweight

My gunshots will make you levitate

I'm only nineteen but my mind is old

And when the things get for real my warm heart get cold

Another faked disease, another story gets told

It ain't nothin' really

Hey, yo son spark that Phillie

So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas

Yo, why they still alive I don't know, go figure

Meanwhile back in L.A the foundation

If i had to die I couldn't choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation

Getting closer to God in a tight situation

Now, take these words home and think it through

Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Son, they shook...
 

CHORUS (4x)

'cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks

Scared to death, scared to look

You shook
 

Livin' the life with the diamonds & guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn founds

But some get shoot, locked down & turn nuns

Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones

You ain't crook son

you're just a shook one
 

There is a war going on outside, no man is safe from

You can run, but you can't hide forever

And the knees, streets, weed we took

You walk on with your head down scared to look

You shook...

'cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks

They're never around when the be-cooks

And my part of town is similar to Vietnam

Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control

You better have the right, get ready, try to bag me rocksteadty

'bout the Mag' one double, I touch you,

Leave you with not much to go home with

My skin is sticked, cause I be up in the mix of action

If I am not home, puffed off and relaxin'

A late night a nigger got depressed

So I wear a stuck proof underneath my guests

For life with diamonds & guns,

There is a numerous way you can choose to earn founds

But some get shoot, locked down & turn nuns

Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones
 

You shook...

'cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks

Scared to death, scared to look

You shook...

(Repeat)

You ain't crook son

You are just a shook one
 

 

 

Artist: Xzibit feat. EVERLAST
Title: SHROOMZ PART II
 

Yo yo yo
Hey
Oh, this tastes like Shit
Oh, it’s awful!

[Xzibit]
Whitey Ford takes the flows
See I’m about to have the time of my life
Bacardi on Ice
Live from Los Angeles, it’s a Saturday night
While others stay tight
We’re looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without my alkaholik stash
Scooped my homie Tash: "Introduce me to Everlast"
(Hey how you doin')
He know where the bitches move fast so we can have a blast.

[Everlast]
I think you know my man Sadat from the Nubian Crew
I can see your rolling tight with the Likwit, too.
I make room for every Crew whose beats be booming
I know you puffing some weed but are you down with some shrooming?
(Xzibit: Shrooming? Hell nah, that’s what the white boys be doing)
I got room in my Jeep, we can mash a few down
Eat a few bags of shit and we could mash up a town
See, I know this spot where them things will be hot
We guarantee at least two chickens up in every pot
So watch’a want
(Xzibit: Watch’a got?)
Eyo, eat some of these (aight)
And thrust us all up you’ll be cool like a breeze

[Xzibit]
Brought me back some Orange Juice two Vitamin Cs
And by the look on my face it’s like a painful disease
They tasted awful, but by that time I had a jawful
(Everlast: Just chill, ten minutes and it’s all downhill)
Downhill? How does it feel?
How long does it take to work?
Am I gonna fry my disk?
Does it make my stomach hurt?
Captain Kirk pulled into the night club parking lot
The Line was at the bottom black, hurry up and find a parking spot
Straight to the bar, drinking hennessey and orange juice
I gotta be trippin’ that bitch just melted through the floor

[Everlast]
Yo either I’m high or I think that I’m dreaming
Don’t take this shit wrong X but you look like a demon
And I might start screaming
I think I might puke
Cuz I just heard a voice saying: Use the voice, Luke!

[Xzibit]
Brothers and sisters walking by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized it was dilated changing sides
To my surprise we didn’t even have to scrap tonight
Higher than kites staring at lights
It’s an other kind of high

[Everlast]
My mouth was dry I forget how to breath
And I just saw some shit that u wouldn’t believe
Eat this bomb, baby palm, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Let me slide up in this mix get some chicks and we’ll leave

[Xzibit]
We be stumbling, straight from the bar, straight to the car
Feeling like my feet getting stuck to the street
Went to my house, smoking trees, playing video games
Everlast, a couple of homies, a couple of days

[Everlast]
It was me, X, and Tash, we was smoking a J
With this girl named Michelle and her friend Chantay
Pumping "Straight Outta Compton" by NWA
Am I talking out loud, or just thinking this way

[Xzibit]
Damn I can’t find my keys
This chickens ready to leave, they’re ready to bounce
Yo I think we smoked the whole ounce
I’m roaming the house
Finding out words, hard to pronounce
Talking to myself, see Mariah Gage on the shelf
For everybody stays deep I turn out low out cases
25 lightning’s is what Xzibit is facing
If somebody catch a slug at my house
That’s the last time I ever put some stupid ass drugs in my mouth.
Pulled a buc fifty, unloaded the gage ate least I thought so
Except I can’t unload a chamber (??)
That's what I forgot
That’s what I lost
When I pulled the barrel at the floor and the gage went off

He He He He
 

 

 

Artist: Lordz Of Brooklyn feat. EVERLAST & Stoned Soul

Album: Take A Bite Outta Rhyme

Title: SUCKER MC'S

 

 

[LOB]

Two years ago, a friend of mine

Asked me to say some MC rhymes

I said this rhyme I'm about to say

The rhyme was Def and it went this way

I took a test to become an MC

And Orange Krush became amazed over me

Took me inside of his Cadillac

The chaffeur drove off and we never came back

(???) cut the record down to the bone

And now they got me rockin on the microphone

Then takin' autographs, and here's the laugh

Champagne caviar, and bubble bath

But see,
 

CHORUS

That's the life that I lead

And you sucker MC's is who I please

Take that and move back catch a heart attack

Because there's nothin in the world, that I would ever lack
 

[Everlast]

Chillin' at a party in a b-boy stance

Rockin' on the mic, make the girls wanna dance

Fly like a Dove, that come from up above

Rockin on the mic, you can call me E-Love
 

[Stoned Soul]

We hit you with the one two three, three to two one

My name 80 M, you can't make 'em (???)

We do it in the place with the highs and the bass

Rockin to the rhythm, writing graph's on the trains

Go Uptown and come down to the ground

You sucker MC's, boy, you sad face clown

You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man

You's a sucker MC, and you're my fan
 

[LOB]

I got a big long Caddy and I lack a Seville

And written right on the side is 'Dressed to Kill'

So if you see me cruisin step aside

There ain't enough room you all in my ride

It's first comin', a first serve basis

Coolin out girl, take you to the def places

One of a kind and for your people's delight

You sucker MC's, you just ain't right

Because you're bitin all your life, you're cheatin on your wife

You're walkin 'ound town like a hoodlum with a knife

You're hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew

And everybody know what you've been through
 

CHORUS
 

[Everlast]

I'm dressed to kill, I love the style

I'm an MC you know who's versatile

Got good credit in your regards

Got my name not numbers on my credit cards

I go Uptown, I come back home

just me, myself and my microphone
 

CHORUS
 

 

 

Artist: Run DMC feat. EVERLAST

Album: Crown Royal

Title: TAKE THE MONEY AND RUN

 

[Run]

Let me tell you about what I love with Gina

Lover like no other couldn't get in between her

Always stayed fly man, I'm wishing to seen her

Said they had a scheme, but nobody believed her

No real job cause she stay in the street

Gina didn't nail but the love made beats

When they want to eat, they just walked in the store

They took what they wanted man they the illest you saw

So one day they went uptown and seen em' with ice

Butter liked to change and Gina said they're breaking ice

Next thing you know they wan to pull of the heights

Shook to the look and shoot the tulip twice

Down with old Sherman as they flew in the air

Butter acting rough and Ram was struck by the pair

Gina had the door cause she goofed with the gun

They both grabbed the money and run
 

CHORUS (Everlast)

Come on take the money and run (run)

Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey

Come on take the money and run

Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey
 

Smoothie was a rookie that was doing a scene

Used to be a dog, now he's doing it clean

Ironic he was cupping and they gave him the spot

Now Butter buffing Hollis used to chill in the park

Said run around they way with a brand new band

Gina looking pretty in the city of frame

Smoothie said y'all got to get these in

And these are the two I've got to act enhanced

And these were from Hollis promised not to tell

And leave these cocks from a long, long trail

Smoothie saw Gina and a chick turned pale

Ronnie saying something like she know got bailed

Butter said promise me I won't see jail

Smoothie won a watch in a brand new cell

Butter and Gina moved to Pepsi cola

Smoothie got a rollie and I'm on the roller
 

CHORUS (Everlast)

Come on take the money and run (run)

Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey

Come on take the money and run, that's what I say

Come on take the money and run, yeah yeah yeah
 

All I can say is about the story

And living like Butter love is not floury

Let me show you how we get the money legit

Jack B. Nimble was nimble and he was quick

Well Run-DMC is the kings of rock

Rolled to the top and then we never get dropped

You still have us chilling in 2001

And me and D will take the money and run
 

CHORUS (Everlast)

Come on take the money and run (run)

Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey

Come on take the money and run, that's what I say

Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey

Come on take the money and run, that's what I say

Come on take the money and run, yeah yeah yeah

Come on take the money and run, aha

Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

That's what I say
 

 

 

Artist: Tairrie B. feat. EVERLAST
Album: The Power Of A Woman

Title: VINNIE THA' MOOCHA
 

 

Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Comptown Club
What a crowd, what a mob, what a show
We got Ice T in the house, we got Eazy-E in the house
And all the way from Philly we've got Schoolly D
But right now I'd like to introduce the star of the show, Tarrie B

Now people here's a rhyme about Vinnie The Moocha
He was a Brooklyn boy, hootcha Kootcha
He came to LA and thought he was fly
But Tairrie B said: "Playa please, don’t even try"

CHORUS
Hi di hi di hi di hi (hi di hi di hi di hi)
Ho de ho de ho de ho (ho de ho de ho de ho)
He de he de he de he (he de he de he de he)
Ho de ho de ho de ho (ho de ho de ho de ho)

Ok, my story starts out at the smokey hole
You know the hip hop spot, well it's the place to go
T was in the corner cold coolin' with the posse
When this man said: "Hey baby, sign this 8 x 10 copy
Yo my name is Vinnie as the story goes
In the past three weeks, I've been to all of your shows
I've been hoping maybe me and you could spend a little time
Maybe get to know each other over a drink of wine
Sit down and talk, maybe take a long walk
Under the moonlight, holding hands thru the whole night"
"Thanks for the compliment, but I know your game
I bet you say the same thing to every dame"

CHORUS

Now for those of you who don't know, Vinnie's a Schmoozer
A good looking Joe, but a three time loser
He can look you in the eye and make ya lose your breath
In other words homegirls the boy was def
But T was no sucker, she couldn't be played
By a man out to get what he can, like get paid
He said: "I'll buy you a diamond, a five karat chunk"
"Thanks but yo, I already got one chump
And if you wanna impress me stop playin' a part
I can tell a phony fella from the very start"
But Vinnie wouldn't let up and T was gettin' fed up
Her bodyguard approached and said: "It's time for you to get up"
Then all of a sudden Vinnie pulled out a gun
And said: "Your coming with me doll, we're gonna get done"
And as he headed for the door as if you needed to ask
Well who should appear but her man Everlast

CHORUS

Well Everlast said: "Drop the piece and let my girl go
Punk, Tairre B's coming with me so
Leor get the door, Bronx Style get my back
Donald D get the gat, this is a syndicate jack"
But Vinnie was mad and had become a creep
And the boys had a bad reputation to keep
So he said: "Peep this"and then shot twice
Then Vinnie was dead, ya know, "On Ice"
And as she looked down on Vinnie she said: "You poor slob
Didn't I tell you I was down with the syndicate mob
"And we’re notorious" so listen up y'all
That's whatcha get for messin' around with a gangster's maul

CHORUS

I always thought Vinnie was a dead beat
Well, it just goes to show ya
Anything can happen at the Comptown Club
What a crowd, what a mob, what a show
 

 

 

Artist: Madonna feat. EVERLAST

Album: Rain Maxi Single, 1993

Title: WAITING (Remix)

 

 

[Everlast]

What you waitin' for, hon, come and get it

Don't even sweat it babydoll that can wet it

I treat it like a virgin and work it overtime

If honey's lookin' fine we can go the whole nine

We can do the do sweety pie what's the new

I betcha when I'm done, hon, you know I'm true blue

'Cause I can get explicit, baby, let me kiss it

Get it while it's hot 'cause when i'm done you're gonna miss it

Sexual healin', baby, that's what I'm feelin'

Mirrors on the ceilin', come check the feelin'

High pitch squeelin', twitch it, jerk it

I'm a stud like Captain Kirk and it's your body that I'm workin'

'Cause I can get freaky like a Friday

I know you're going my way, naked on the highway

Jump into the ride, I'll take you to the pen

The name's Everlast, hon, here's what it is