Name: Kush (Remix) Feat. Hattman by ChaRulz420 in rap
Duration: 3 min 57 s
Description: A tribute to one of the best smoking songs ever, light one up and enjoy!

hey man, u think u could put this up on youtube? I'd appreciate it greatly

Dump The Clip Freestyle

Produced By: Hattman

Lyrics:
You can find me locked up tight in your bathroom;
Sittin' in the corner on the floor, throwin' vicadin at you;
Come any closer, I'll bite you in half dude;
High on bathsalts, leave you face down on the fuckin' asphalt;
I'm higher than a fuckin' astronaut blastin' off;
I'm raising Hell, the roof, and a couple casket tops;
You best be fuckin backin' off;
You think I'm slackin', naw;
Take time to make it perfect or don't fuckin' rap at all;

Verse 1:
Ok so basically, there's no mistake I'm baked, brain vacancy;
It took a vacation, left me a tape, just to say it hated me;
Which ain't phasin' me, never used the fuckin thing anyway;
My thoughts hurt like lazer beams;
Crosswords are afraid of me;
I rhyme not very neighborly;
What I say isn't make beleive;
If it isn't there, than I'll make beleif;
Represent Canada like a maple leaf;
Close to Nova Scotia's coast is the place to be;
Wrote this fuckin' rhyme on a hankercheif;
From now on I'll be actin';
Like I'm the mother fuckin' captain of this rappin';
Back in action, with that Hatt attackin' fashion;
Send 'em to the chiropractor while I hide my laughter;
Been at the bottom for a while;
Now it's time that I start climbin' faster;
Turn into a hyper active psychopath that'll slice you bastards; 
With a mother fuckin' knife that's backwards;
Send you to the afterlife, got an appetite for disastor;
Happy to write like a cracker;
Pass the mic to the master;
If you want beef, better be black n' white in the pasture;

Chorus:
For half the night I'm a rapper;
The other half I'mma massacre;
You bastards just for actin' tough;
Or claiming that you rappin' even half as rough as us;
We gon' have us a tussle mother fucker;
Put my foot so far up your ass, it'll crack your fuckin' back muscles;
If I could go to the past;
I'd change everything, so I wouldn't have troubles;
Maybe I should have died in those car accidents;
Unfortunatly, I'mma be the last of us;
Without a happily ever after, that just sucks;
Yo I gotta ask, can I get a rap Brothers?;

Verse 2:
yeah you gotta nack brothers & you know it,
but feelin lackluster got it seemin hopeless,
fuck it, im devoted this my moment 
I'm locked & loaded with potent quotes for all opponents,
hatt man lets smoke these rodents into roaches,
if they haven't noticed, damn that hatt's ferocious,
we rollin stoned close to overdosin but no jokes goin raw, fuck em
no trogan, 
hold it, we aint splittin seas no moses, we just splittin trees,
mixed with nicotine like real bosses, feel nauseous so sick im fenna a vomit
some comments with contents so complex,
all they'll hear is nonsence, but dawg this word is godsent
read between the lines and you'll know this kids a smart one,
after I tried & thrived to be awesome, I've realized I have the drive of 10 oxen

Chorus:
For half the night I'm a rapper;
The other half I'mma massacre;
You bastards just for actin' tough;
Or claiming that you rappin' even half as rough as us;
We gon' have us a tussle mother fucker;
Put my foot so far up your ass, it'll crack your fuckin' back muscles;
If I could go to the past;
I'd change everything, so I wouldn't have troubles;
Maybe I should have died in those car accidents;
Unfortunatly, I'mma be the last of us;
Without a happily ever after, that just sucks;
So I fill up my flask even though I drank that doubled;

Verse 3:
We're the sickest bitch, you're missin' it come witness it;
Before I could picture it when I was spittin' n' no one was listenin';
I live in anticipation, I sit n' wait n' rip the tapes;
Sometimes I put my dick in your face n' piss in your braids;
Me n' Rulz are vicious machines, shit'll get strange;
Better stay outta my range when the missles aim;
Officially trained to be insane, bitches all yo shit's the same;
Hip-Hop isn't dead yet, but it isn't saved;
That's what we're here for;
Send these whack rappers to the airport;
If you're askin' god to drop rap in your lap, stop livin on a prayer boy;
Get out there and get airborn;
I'm talkin' to myself 'cause ain't nobody else there for him;
Someday I'll be in paradise, with a pair of dice;
But for now I got a pair of scythes, covered in parasites;
I keep these motha fuckas terrified;
Bear in mind, bitch I spit venom that can't be sterilized;
Maybe that's why Hattman don't get no fuckin' airtime

Happily Ever After (Feat. Cha-Rulz)

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a preview of a track from Sewa's upcoming album "I Splt Adams" featuring REELeast vets Lazy J Roller and Dilly Ribz

Where Im From - Sewa Feat.  DillyRibz (cleanedit)

Produced by: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
My mind's a little diff-er-ent, I know this 'cause I live with it
There's times my life was lookin' hopeless but I didn't quit
Who else could make a beat that's this rediculous
And spit the shit so meticulous
It's so conspicuous, I'm carniverous with my de-liverance
I'll forever ins-cribe my grind into a line
Have my brethren spit a rhyme
We'll be veterans in time, this is medicine for the mind
My endevour un-til I die
I can never win but I try
I know, I stay high all my life n' I lie low
I entertain myself, welcome to tonight's show
Featuring a retard with a tight flow
Raps dark but he's white though
Tearin' shit up like a cyclone
I'm gettin sharper like I was held on a grindstone
But I'm so, underground I beneath the limestone
I'm stoned, zoned out lookin' at a pine cone
Why though?, can't get the red outta' my eyes where I go

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a misfit, inside of my head twisted
Just listen to the lines I designed when I writ this
I'm mystic, sadistic, terrific, n' gifted
Get lifted with this shit, playin' in the distance
If it's, all I do is rap then
How do I adapt to my life outside of this
Sudden bursts of violence, I'm turnin' into Hattman
No!, I don't like this, you can see it when you look into my iris

Verse 2:
My style is the vilest, It's been a while since
The last time I broke my silence
My life is still a pile of shit
'Till I turn into Goliath, fuckin' rap leviathan
If I ever stopped I'd wonder if that's what I'd of been
I work inside of a giant garbage can 
It's got me feelin' more primal than Tarzan
Tryin' to keep my head up, but it's hard man
I aim to write precise as a marksman
I live a distant life like a martian
I come alive when the sky darkens
I get my bars n' page starts sparkin'
Goin' off the rage charts, Spartan
'Cause smarten up is what they used to tell me
But they didn't wanna' help me
They just avoided me like algae
Maybe 'cause my attitude is lousy
If I'm not smokin' weed until I'm drowsy
I'm not known for makin' music upbeat n' bouncy
I have to keep spittin' 'till the world fuckin' crowns me
But I stay the fuck outta' public like my head has a bounty

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a misfit, inside of my head twisted
Just listen to the lines I designed when I writ this
I'm mystic, sadistic, terrific, n' gifted
Get lifted with this shit, playin' in the distance
If it's, all I do is rap then
How do I adapt to my life outside of this
Sudden bursts of violence, I'm turnin' into Hattman
No!, I don't like this, you can see it when you look into my iris

Misfit

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A tribute to one of the best smoking songs ever, light one up and enjoy! 

Kush (Remix) Feat. Hattman

See You On The Other Side - in stores 7.8.2016
pre-order now >> http://apple.co/1OdgQb6

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Kush (Remix) Feat. Hattman

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