The "It's Out!" EP (2014) by Finnish rap artist Def Puma contains five tracks of original material by the 31-year old writer / emcee. Starting off with the self-explanatory title track "It's Out!", the EP showcases Def Puma's razor-sharp lyrics ranging from the hardcore style "Liver than Y'all", to the heartfelt and personal "Sick & Lost". The EP's original and clever production together with Def Puma's lyrical wit and on-point flow makes for a different approach on hip-hop, something definitely worth checking out!

Def Puma will release the EP online. First it will be available one track at a time for streaming listening each monday, and after that the whole EP will be available for download for free!

Release Date: 07 July 2014
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Tracklist:

1. It's Out
2. Tight Woven Lines
3. Vice Verses
4. Liver Than Y'all
5. Sick & Lost

//
Lyrics & Raps / Matti Kähärä aka Def Puma

http://www.facebook.com/DefPuma
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCG4VRa0xGIOm7Hxz7W3iAgg
http://defpuma.bandcamp.com

Producing, Mixing & Mastering / Tommi Lahtinen aka Tommy Baynen

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tommy-B...
http://soundcloud.com/tommybaynen
http://twitter.com/TommyBaynen

Graphics / Kimmo Lahtinen aka Gimblll

http://www.gimblll.com
http://twitter.com/gimblll

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Lyrics:

(chorus x2)

The cat's outta the bag, yo it's out, son Done pulling mad heaters out the stash Smoking reefer when I pass, if you going half in on some guap Make sure the feds ain't in on the plot

Cause when it's out, it's over, it's a wrap Be it boulders or a rap, when it leaks, it's a known fact yo The cat's outta the bag, and furthermore the louder you brag Don't call me if your phone's tapped

(Verse 1)

I got my hands dirty but for now I'm just rinsing this soap My shit dropped, God knows I've been pinching this loaf It's out, son, what's the outcome? -Rap crews fold I pack tools and I cracked a couple wack dudes nose This black new prose made me seal it and climb to the top They feel it, I thought the lies wouldn't stop Some despised me, them guys wishing I wouldn't drop But now I'm like Betty Crocker bringing pies to the shop My advice to the fucks: keep hating on, doing ya thing Y'all crying has a beautiful ring Ya mood swings alluding you to think you will be king But keep soaking ya dog - soon it'll swim I hit the office on the block, make ya cubicle spin This little Luger so rude it make your funeral grim I hit ya bodyguard with the shotty, god So many body parts, the coroner won't know bout the organ donor 'til a cuticle removal it's him

(chorus x2)

The cat's outta the bag, yo it's out, son Done pulling mad heaters out the stash Smoking reefer when I pass, if you going half in on some guap Make sure the feds ain't in on the plot

Cause when it's out, it's over, it's a wrap Be it boulders or a rap, when it leaks, it's a known fact yo The cat's outta the bag, and furthermore the louder you brag Don't call me if your phone's tapped

(verse 2)

You can call me a gimmick rapper, critics say I'm lyrically backwards When I spit it and you hear it, yall mimic me after Yall timid cause Im sick with it, clinically plastered I won't quit it til my every single hit is remastered to pinnacle classic, on some Greatest hits shit All them haters talkin brave but they some brainless nitwits All you A-list bitches better look out, you getting took out The white king just took your black rook out The cook-out, bring your beef in, I sink my teeth in it Jeep tinted, I keep heat for geeks, I'm deep in it Sequences of my unique speech on beats is frequented I'll be at the peak before the week's ended keep sending your wack shit back to the pragmatics You grammatical hacks just lack the capacity to craft raps dramatically, ASCAP would pass back your trash Crack addicts have more sanity

(chorus x2)

The cat's outta the bag, yo it's out, son Done pulling mad heaters out the stash Smoking reefer when I pass, if you going half in on some guap Make sure the feds ain't in on the plot

Cause when it's out, it's over, it's a wrap Be it boulders or a rap, when it leaks, it's a known fact yo The cat's outta the bag, and furthermore the louder you brag Don't call me if your phone's tapped

(verse 3)

This for my main man, call him my ace boon doon your face blue dude, cause you will face doom soon No 'coons except the ones diggin' through my trash Leave the crib, throw on my human mask The Cuban flash and glimmer, walkin past a beemer Look in my eyes colder than Alaskan winter Half-sinner, half-Saint, I know you fags ain't ready for my semi, what I tote is heavy Break the levy when I brainstorm, fables is born You fakes spawn, unable to perform Raise the norm, take the bar up, lames get scarred up Play the martyr for the sake of the game, listen I copped an ounce for forty, made plans for two pounds then I bounced with shorty These two clowns buying rounds and snorting I should pounce when they snoring but the feds bringing hounds to the house, I cant afford it

(chorus x2)

It's Out

The "It's Out!" EP (2014) by Finnish rap artist Def Puma contains five tracks of original material by the 31-year old writer / emcee. Starting off with the self-explanatory title track "It's Out!", the EP showcases Def Puma's razor-sharp lyrics ranging from the hardcore style "Liver than Y'all", to the heartfelt and personal "Sick & Lost". The EP's original and clever production together with Def Puma's lyrical wit and on-point flow makes for a different approach on hip-hop, something definitely worth checking out!

Def Puma will release the EP online. First it will be available one track at a time for streaming listening each monday, and after that the whole EP will be available for download for free!

Release Date: 07 July 2014
//
Tracklist:

1. It's Out
2. Tight Woven Lines
3. Vice Verses
4. Liver Than Y'all
5. Sick & Lost

//
Lyrics & Raps / Matti Kähärä aka Def Puma

http://www.facebook.com/DefPuma
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCG4VRa0xGIOm7Hxz7W3iAgg
http://defpuma.bandcamp.com

Producing, Mixing & Mastering / Tommi Lahtinen aka Tommy Baynen

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tommy-Baynen/325801535849
http://soundcloud.com/tommybaynen
http://twitter.com/TommyBaynen

Graphics / Kimmo Lahtinen aka Gimblll

http://www.gimblll.com
http://twitter.com/gimblll

//
Lyrics:

(verse 1)

A word of advice, if you heard that I'm nice With the hammers or the mic, that's word on my life I send goons to your crib that like to burglarize better watch when you sleep, they might murder you guys I spit tight verses to get guys nervous Get your boat capsized by a ship-size serpent A fit vile person you facing, your phony attempts get shut down 'til you grow in your Timbs Found my skills in '96, been honing 'em since Show the ropes to new-comers but won't throw 'em an inch Beat your ass with the Slugger, give aluminium dents Leave you bruised all alone in your pens, you 'lil babies Get murked by my goons named Tony and Vince they go Ronin on your ass and won't even flinch Blow in your dome, it's principle, won't leave a print It's all golden, for you cronies I'm like Conan, invincible

(chorus x2)

Tight woven lines might cop me a deal and if they do, I won't stop 'til I drop me a mil' You never know if I might pop shots in your grill But get me heated, trust me, I will

(verse 2)

Granted, I'm Fenno-Scandic Still pretty fast on a track, keep the tempo frantic My bond with the pen: Romantic, I charm the mic A few bars leave you scarred for life An armed knight, keep it dangerous, I'm flavoristic For you plagiaristic cats my lines are too raw to bite A far cry from an apprentice, invent this and send it to your weak spot More than just a tempest in a teacup Relentless like a rhebok, abrasive spittin, when facing women I'm never helpless with a temptress with a D-cup I feel young, I found the fountain of youth No match for how I sound in the booth The round truth be that catt be the first to clap Burst raps like I'm cursed, yo, I thirst for that Reversed back all my tracks sound like the devil's doing Meddle with your crew and soon you'll be leveled and ruined

(chorus x2)

Tight woven lines might cop me a deal and if they do, I won't stop 'til I drop me a mil' You never know if I might pop shots in your grill But get me heated, trust me, I will

(verse 3)

I'm poisonous, I penetrate with many a toxin Hold heat and if not, I pack plenty of oxen My semi will box you in, sending my shots in You hold no weight like a skinny man boxing My cock's in a cinnamon fox, you poke nothing You hope fronting blows up the spot, you soft like a soaked muffin Fold like a pair of fours bluffing and leave the spot with your nose running You hear a live round burst from a clip I prolly let it off high while I was burning a nick You don't know it by heart, you need to learn from the script I done dirt but never burn, I'll be the first to admit I'm riding clean if I'm riding at all But when I do ride, it bounce like a diving board My crew always stay liver than yours Connect fist-to-cheek like Tiger does driver-to-ball

(chorus x2)

Tight woven lines might cop me a deal and if they do, I won't stop 'til I drop me a mil' You never know if I might pop shots in your grill But get me heated, trust me, I will

Tight Woven Lines

The "It's Out!" EP (2014) by Finnish rap artist Def Puma contains five tracks of original material by the 31-year old writer / emcee. Starting off with the self-explanatory title track "It's Out!", the EP showcases Def Puma's razor-sharp lyrics ranging from the hardcore style "Liver than Y'all", to the heartfelt and personal "Sick & Lost". The EP's original and clever production together with Def Puma's lyrical wit and on-point flow makes for a different approach on hip-hop, something definitely worth checking out!

Def Puma will release the EP online. First it will be available one track at a time for streaming listening each monday, and after that the whole EP will be available for download for free!

Release Date: 07 July 2014
//
Tracklist:

1. It's Out
2. Tight Woven Lines
3. Vice Verses
4. Liver Than Y'all
5. Sick & Lost

//
Lyrics & Raps / Matti Kähärä aka Def Puma

http://www.facebook.com/DefPuma
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCG4VRa0xGIOm7Hxz7W3iAgg
http://defpuma.bandcamp.com

Producing, Mixing & Mastering / Tommi Lahtinen aka Tommy Baynen

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tommy-Baynen/325801535849
http://soundcloud.com/tommybaynen
http://twitter.com/TommyBaynen

Graphics / Kimmo Lahtinen aka Gimblll

http://www.gimblll.com
http://twitter.com/gimblll

//
Lyrics:

(verse 1)

yo I Master the ceremony, blasting you, lil homie I look past your raps cause half of that shit is phony Time progresses, but my mind is a weapon Deep like Nas verses on Large Professor- records I teach a lesson to you second-guessing meddling competitors to never mess with veterans yo I pop yo ass with the Colt, take the cash in your vault a fast assault, then I dash like Bolt Feeling vigorous and live, break your ligaments in stride Light a cigarette and slide, I got bigger fish to fry You waiting for you to blow? Dude, you waiting for Godot What you rake in isn't major, never paid off a show But me, I'm much scarier, my thugs'll bury ya I stay fly like a zipper in the crotch area Now consider how decent your future seems when me and my team will have you reeking of putrescine

(chorus x2)

This a vice verse, writings that epitomize preciseness I blurt em out dirty but I'm timing my words I'm a pisces liable to cause liars a crisis Dude, you couldn't even walk a mile in my shirt

This a vice verse, fuck if I'm licensed to hold rifles Fuck politeness, jack you for your diamonds and furs You nerds need to curl your biceps and be advised that I'ma fight like Leonidas til you cowards are murked

(verse 2)

The fuck's wrong with you kiddo, calling the nick-O? I see your foul play like ball game officials and when we cross paths, war ain't an issue I can sock you in the chin, hit your jaw with the pistol That's on the rizzle, never chomp the hand that feeds you You've been exposed like your underpants are see-through My flow's lethal, a murderous brother Ice you like Vanilla, send the word to your mother I'm at your girl's crib working with the rubber No turning the shutters when I hide my worm in the covers Custom service like a personal shopper Afterwards I had your in-laws serving me supper Sink a birdie with the putter and I'm ghost like friday's post I'm creeping on you like the Highway Patrol This was the primer coats, I'll finish it off Nice to meet you Wack, good to know you, my name is Dope

(chorus x2)

This a vice verse, writings that epitomize preciseness I blurt em out dirty but I'm timing my words I'm a pisces liable to cause liars a crisis Dude, you couldn't even walk a mile in my shirt

This a vice verse, fuck if I'm licensed to hold rifles Fuck politeness, jack you for your diamonds and furs You nerds need to curl your biceps and be advised that I'ma fight like Leonidas til you cowards are murked

(verse 3)

Okay muppet, let's get it poppin I cock it, make you hang it up and say fuck it and in the end you duck it, you nothin but a drake, son I can spot the real ones from the fake ones For the sake of my gums, I'll stop chewing the mic It's all raw that I spew in a fight You rock Gucci and Louie, I rock toolies tonight And when I pop it in ya ear, it ain't a soothing delight I got numerous stripes, I can tell you shook You ain't never told nobody bout the L's you took In your rich hood, you duck down like a bitch would Your style'll even make kitsch look good My style stay fly, fly higher than birds I'm known to pop weasels though I'm whiter than Serch Your expression is priceless, diagnosed with meningitis I pump poison in your I.V. disguised as a nurse

(chorus x2)

This a vice verse, writings that epitomize preciseness I blurt em out dirty but I'm timing my words I'm a pisces liable to cause liars a crisis Dude, you couldn't even walk a mile in my shirt

This a vice verse, fuck if I'm licensed to hold rifles Fuck politeness, jack you for your diamonds and furs You nerds need to curl your biceps and be advised that I'ma fight like Leonidas til you cowards are murked

Vice Verses

The "It's Out!" EP (2014) by Finnish rap artist Def Puma contains five tracks of original material by the 31-year old writer / emcee. Starting off with the self-explanatory title track "It's Out!", the EP showcases Def Puma's razor-sharp lyrics ranging from the hardcore style "Liver than Y'all", to the heartfelt and personal "Sick & Lost". The EP's original and clever production together with Def Puma's lyrical wit and on-point flow makes for a different approach on hip-hop, something definitely worth checking out!

Def Puma will release the EP online. First it will be available one track at a time for streaming listening each monday, and after that the whole EP will be available for download for free!

Release Date: 07 July 2014
//
Tracklist:

1. It's Out
2. Tight Woven Lines
3. Vice Verses
4. Liver Than Y'all
5. Sick & Lost

//
Lyrics & Raps / Matti Kähärä aka Def Puma

http://www.facebook.com/DefPuma
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCG4VRa0xGIOm7Hxz7W3iAgg
http://defpuma.bandcamp.com

Producing, Mixing & Mastering / Tommi Lahtinen aka Tommy Baynen

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tommy-Baynen/325801535849
http://soundcloud.com/tommybaynen
http://twitter.com/TommyBaynen

Graphics / Kimmo Lahtinen aka Gimblll

http://www.gimblll.com
http://twitter.com/gimblll

//
Lyrics:

(verse 1)

I walk the streets packing a knife Don't act like you never ducked cats in a fight, this rap is life I'm trapped inside four walls, ceiling and floor I'm feeling unsure, so I drop rhymes galore My life is in this, sign is Pisces Im a diamond-spitting refined Finnish rhyme-writing menace In every sentance metaphors is morbid moreso than screaming 'Who's your daddy?' while you fucking an orphan poor whore, fuck the law I'm hard to the core You couldn't score in an end-zone holding a ball weak rhymes too small for ever causing an awe You get 'em all from your mall Hallmark card store yo Fucking punk, better duck when I dump You tryinna rob the corner store with a Duck Hunt gun But they know you a faggot, a battle-verse dropper need to curse proper so they sold you a parrot It's so apparent, I'm ahead of you on any level Depending on whether you like to meddle we can settle the score with the metal Hit the floor with the pedal, doing ninety While you in a bucket way behind me Despite me being the illest kid alive, you act live hiding all weak feelings inside You just a mumbling lil kid I bring a meat cleaver or a sizeable heater and make it rumble a lil bit

(chorus x2)

Listen up, cats, when Im spitting facts I got sacks in the kitchen, stool pigeons, rats Seen it all but I stand tall, defying the law Define raw when I write rhymes, liver than yall

(verse 2)

You a fat slob, not bordering a rap star Hard to describe how boring your tracks are Like watching ice melt or your thighs swell From every piece of cheese you eat, tiresome as hell You got no flow, plus your lines aint even so-so Soon you'll take flight and soar like a dodo Get it? -Yeah I said it, you a hopeless punk You can choke on my funk cause Im dope as fuck Left my trademark in urine on a stained cloth in Turin Got my proud descendants sitting on top of Mount Olympus Sipping elixir of Gods cooked in a mixture of broths from broad pitchers with their kids and their broads Stand on top of Hoover Dam with a tool in my hand You can't even find oil thats as crude as I am Calm like a Buddhist when I do this, soon it's a movement I have the whole fucking crowd bounce in unison, man

(chorus x2)

Listen up, cats, when Im spitting facts I got sacks in the kitchen, stool pigeons, rats Seen it all but I stand tall, defying the law Define raw when I write rhymes, liver than yall

(verse 3)

What more I gotta do to convince you, Invincible prince, I win instantly, prints from my pencil Leave dents in this time, I'm offensive, immensely alive Trying to find any sense in your rhymes You a weak rapper, see your knees stagger I got keys in packets, I'm too neat, you can bleed from my dagger Wreak havoc with you weak-ass stupid and hysterical fake dudes You scared to make moves when the ape's loose Seroquel and grapefruit juice to boot, who's the shit? My new shit is the truest, the truth bruised my lips But I had to claim it in an affidavit you make trashy brainless stupid fashion statements Nah dude, fuck that, you can kiss 'em goodbye A perfect fit on every beat like my fist to your eye I keep the kitchen on fire, but you can't stand the heat though You better creep slow when the beat go

(chorus x4)

Listen up, cats, when Im spitting facts I got sacks in the kitchen, stool pigeons, rats Seen it all but I stand tall, defying the law Define raw when I write rhymes, liver than yall

Liver Than Y'all

The "It's Out!" EP (2014) by Finnish rap artist Def Puma contains five tracks of original material by the 31-year old writer / emcee. Starting off with the self-explanatory title track "It's Out!", the EP showcases Def Puma's razor-sharp lyrics ranging from the hardcore style "Liver than Y'all", to the heartfelt and personal "Sick & Lost". The EP's original and clever production together with Def Puma's lyrical wit and on-point flow makes for a different approach on hip-hop, something definitely worth checking out!

Def Puma will release the EP online. First it will be available one track at a time for streaming listening each monday, and after that the whole EP will be available for download for free!

Release Date: 07 July 2014
//
Tracklist:

1. It's Out
2. Tight Woven Lines
3. Vice Verses
4. Liver Than Y'all
5. Sick & Lost

//
Lyrics & Raps / Matti Kähärä aka Def Puma

http://www.facebook.com/DefPuma
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCG4VRa0xGIOm7Hxz7W3iAgg
http://defpuma.bandcamp.com

Producing, Mixing & Mastering / Tommi Lahtinen aka Tommy Baynen

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tommy-Baynen/325801535849
http://soundcloud.com/tommybaynen
http://twitter.com/TommyBaynen

Graphics / Kimmo Lahtinen aka Gimblll

http://www.gimblll.com
http://twitter.com/gimblll

//
Lyrics:

(verse 1)

I flowed the hardest, had the soul of a martyr No joke, I sold dope up in cokeheads' apartments Attitude like, I see it, I gots to take it More pot than the hottest slots in Vegas God-forsaken, alone in the boondocks a crude plot to have the bride and the groom shot I moved up from nickbags to large bricks My hardship was narcissistic, I flipped when the bitch I had plans with ditched me and ran with a kid with a fast whip, I lifted a tantrum The plan was sick, I purchased a rope, some duct tape and got a gat for me to murder us both Wrote a courtesy note for my family back home Packing chrome with my sanity cracking I was prone to act this cold as an irrational drone I couldn't grasp a hold of facts, the finality of my actions

(chorus)

In the middle of a mental hell, telling myself I'd rather die than serve a sentence in jail Hearing voices telling me to be evil Just ten steps away from my high noon

Mixing crack and spirits, feeling delirious Living the life I used to listen to in rap lyrics Just a white boy sick and lost, sipping the sauce Know in my mind I'ma die soon

(verse 2)

I was the don of this rap shit, according to black kids My mindframe was torn off its axis It sent tremors to the core of the atlas Certified with no corny theatrics Dispensing sacks, in defense I would act raw Shit was even fouler than the stench of a crack whore Coitus with hoes went down in my pad My man would meet his P.O. with a pound in the bag I was Jesus on a mission, all the pieces was missing seething with grief and smoking weed in the kitchen I keep twitching in my sleep, when it hits me in a dream squeeze the trigger with my rigid fingers, sickened with repentance, yo I could easily be six feet deep or sitting with a death sentance, that's deep Every feeling was false, I thought I was god Roaming abroad, put a bullet in my dome and I'm gone

(chorus)

In the middle of a mental hell, telling myself I'd rather die than serve a sentence in jail Hearing voices telling me to be evil Just ten steps away from my high noon

Mixing crack and spirits, feeling delirious Living the life I used to listen to in rap lyrics Just a white boy sick and lost, sipping the sauce Know in my mind I'ma die soon

Def Puma - Sick & Lost

Def Puma is a rap artist from Finland. Mainly influenced by American East Coast emcees, Def Puma has been writing rhymes and rapping since 1997.

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