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Art by IamBlaize
Mix and master by Ethereal Lotus 
A collab between florida artist cave sage and winsconsin artist dirtbxvnd

SLAUGHTERHOUSE FEAT DIRTBXVND PROD BY DIRTY MERV *RARE*

Da police (prod chris ray)

Its Been a Minute

MR. PERFECT (PROD BCRECORDS)

GOLDEN GENGAR (PROD PUNGENT BEATS)

Countdown (feat. $ixfootslim)

Hatred.mp3

D.M.A.S.E

Transport yourself to the 1800s UK, how would we all cope?

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(Verse 1 – The 1800s)
Yo, step back, welcome to the scene
Eighteen-something, streets ain’t clean
Got a toothache? That’s your doom
'Cause the barber’s also runnin' the surgery room

No NHS, just a priest and a prayer
If your leg’s infected—saw it off right there
Cholera in the tap, soot in your lung
Kids workin' shifts 'fore their teeth had sprung

Vote? Only if you’re male, land and pale
Women silent, stuck on society’s rail
Rights? Limited. Wages? Pitiful
Die at forty, that's statistically typical

No bin men, rats ran the game
Smoke stacks rising, sky full of blame
Wash once a week, maybe—if lucky
Life was cheap, short, dirty, and mucky

(Hook)
Now you moan 'bout a crack on your iPhone screen?
You got central heat, Wi-Fi, and vaccines
Look around, don't get it misunderstood
You might not feel rich—but you haven’t had it so good

You got rights, got voice, got time to complain
While your great-great-gran birthed ten in the rain
Food in the fridge and the water runs clean
That’s luxury, fam—nineteenth never seen

(Verse 2 – Zooming In on Then vs Now)
Got taxed back then? Yeah—but no say
Just a duke and a lord takin' what they may
Today you whine when the rates get bumped
But at least the pound ain’t locked in a trunk

Wanna talk rights? Try zero, zilch
No safety laws when you're workin’ that mill
Fall in a loom? Your arm's the cost
Boss shrugs once, productivity lost

You tweetin' stress from your ergonomic chair
But they were breathin' coal dust in the tenement air
Childbirth back then? A coin toss fight
Now you got midwives, pain meds, and light

(Hook)
Yeah, you're vexed 'cause the Wi-Fi’s slow
But nobody's typhoid sick in the flat below
We got flaws, but let’s get it understood
Compared to the past—you haven’t had it so good

Netflix, Uber, Deliveroo drop
You got ten ways to earn without leavin' your block
Universal vote, clean code of law
Back then? Jail for stealin’ bread from a store

(Bridge – Spoken Word Style)
No antibiotics.
No social safety net.
No weekends.
No childhood past the age of ten.

And if you were poor?
Forget it.
You lived, worked, died—
and maybe made a mark as soot on a chimney wall.

(Final Verse – Message to the Present)
So check your blessings in the modern light
Ain’t sayin' life’s perfect, but respect the fight
We stand on the bones of the ones who bled
For the rights and the dreams you inherit instead

So next time you sigh 'cause your bus runs late
Think of walkin’ miles just to earn that plate
Gratitude’s power, let’s get that in the blood—
'Cause truth is, my G, you haven’t had it so good.


Haven’t Had It So Good

Don't Worry

Steady Dope is a underground artist from Albuquerque, New Mexico. Raised on the Westside of Albuquerque and coming from humble beginnings, Steady is on his way to becoming one of the states greatest artists. His mixture of WestCoast and Southern hip hop is not only a breath of fresh air but as it gets noticed, it will be a turning point for Albuquerque hip hop, and the underground scene itself. Get ready and strap in, Steady Dope is up next!

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