Camarade.mp354

Moms (Tupac Remix)

#Minimansiondust, Vol. 3

Wetookyaspot

Taken from the album MK Ultra: Operation Hypnosis.

Debut 10 track LP (300 copies) & Instrumental LP (250 copies) called 'MK Ultra; Operation Hypnosis by Lewis Parker and Eastkoast.

Pre-order at www.KingUnderground.com 

Lewis Parker & Eastkoast - Bank Robbery

Mix recorded on 2x1200s. Old school techno only.

TRIBAL/OLD SCHOOL TECHNO MIX (VINYL ONLY)

This spontaneous 1h45min mixtape, full of imperfections (RIP to the parts I messed up), is a bit like revealing my secrets and my story to you, so thank you for your time and your attention.

Peace to all my people who have supported me from the start, to all collectors, DJs, rappers, friends and family, who don't take it too far and will enjoy the sharing. 

Those who have inspired me and know me and the stories I have with each record and/or artist from this melting pot of 90's US Underground Rap. Big SHOUT-OUT to all my people who have accompanied my path in this scene for 20 years - too many names to mention here - stay until the end for the props 

Share as much as you can - enjoy even more! 

PEACE

Corto Pablo aka BiG.C

Kallax Mixtape Vol. 1

Misunderstood

Produced by Syndrome

You’re taken to a dark chilled lair,
bagged, dragged, filled with despair.
Do you have the constitution to endure?
The will to withstand the hellish rapport?

Can’t remember the last time you were fed.
Nor they, dismembered, if you ask instead.
Your build is lighter, your fear is higher,
your mind nigh shattered, they mad hatters.

Sleep is for the weak. You’re the week, but still no sleep.
Thieves, stolen your life, your voice, can’t speak.
Your knees kneelin frozen on the sleet
sheet concrete, on repeat, on repeat.

(refrain)
Dark Navy Blue, almost black.
Bluer than exile, smells of death.
Demons, kill till nothing’s left.
Last chance to catch your breath.

Dark Navy Blue, almost black.
Bluer than exile, smells of death.
Demons, kill till nothing’s left.  
Last chance to catch your breath.
  
Beat you blue and black, they’re bats.
Rats, with wings, they sting, so bees
Black and yellow, deceit, and evil.
Reddish helms, like demon shells.
White like porcelain, sharpened to nails.
Grey metal, like guns and rockets fell.
Gold, gaudy, spedicious malintent.
Pinkish heads, they wish you were dead.
Black souls, like burnt bones,
brown embalmed, under earth’s folds.
Quakes cry from stories told,
molten core, collapses in horror.

(refrain)
Dark Navy Blue, almost black.
Bluer than exile, smells of death.
Demons, kill till nothing’s left.  
Last chance to catch your breath.

Dark Navy Blue, almost black.
Bluer than exile, smells of death.
Demons, kill till nothing’s left.  
Last chance to catch your breath.


Ice cold eyeballs, if you see them.
Sliced holes final, when they bleed men.
Around every corner, there’s no hiding.
Seared in your mind, like an I-frame.
Don’t be seen, trust no one.
Glimpse a wing, better run.
Armored bodies, resistance futile (few-TILE).
Armed pose, consistent brutal (brew-TILE).
They follow orders, you can’t resent.
loyal soldiers, Nuremberg defense.
How much more, before you will sheathe,
American secret police.

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Yea u gotta boss up on ya own nigga 
I was lul bro hangin wit grown niggas 
needa check in boy weon know niggas  
I was like 15 tryn hoe niggas 
it’s da same ol shit wit dem old niggas 
I pull up and collect ion phone niggas 
man i trust em as far i throw niggas 
I was like 13 on my own nigga 

where they do that at can you tell me ?
Where they do that at where they do it ??
I’m in srt can they catch me ? 
im push dis shit I’m a nusense 
lil brudda still clutchin da semi ? 
finna toss em a switch go stupid 
He got hit in his shit he blew it 

You can gimme da word I’m there 
I walk in this bitch full mag don’t care 
I walk in dis bitch no mask raise hell 
He got hit in his shit oh well 
How the fuck he got hit in his shit and he fell 
How the fuck he got hit in his shit and he died 
If he cross that line he ain’t livin to tell 

okay , 
bitch think she gon get her way 
nigga im outside wit dis shit all day 
nigga I’m outside with dis shit ima stand on my own 2 feet till I touch dis pape 
Swear that I got tired of the bitch it could be so goddamn coo if she did what I say 
Na I ain’t tryn lie to da bitch ima tell da hoe jus like dis im set her str8

Im tryn find us a play 
Dis a 308. Betta get out da way 
dis a 380 black finna fuck yo face 
No 9’s in the back of the whip all dracs 
said he wanna kill me im like okay 
We can meet up and die rn don’t play 

But u gotta boss up on ya own nigga 
I was lul bro hangin wit grown niggas 
needa check in boy weon know niggas the 
I was like 15 tryn hoe niggas 
it’s da same ol shit wit dem old niggas 
I pull up and collect ion phone niggas 
man i trust em as far i throw niggas 
I was like 13 on my own nigga (x2)

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