Produced By: Nomoney Keycity Cavalier
Additional Synthesizer Programming: Nomoney
Drum Programming: Nomoney
Engineer: DJ Muze.Sick

Mobb Deep - Rare Species - (59th Street Bridge Remix)

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no jabs
Took them out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbing those in the industry
 Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out your camp
 He might step off and take half the juice from your amp
Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through
Stop sipping on that Formula 50
 They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
 Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
 And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster
Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please abort it
 Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, buzzing and really on it
Whipped with Cuban Linx, cut with Liquid Swords
 Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords
You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet
 All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon
 Only means, get rid of the wack shit you're holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
Got something to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles rolled while doing your two-step
 Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
 With the brush stroke off the canvas
 I walk on your Gators and lizards
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rocking them Blizzards
 Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block
 To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled
Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight from Medina with a mass of many suns
Supernova give off gamma-ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only cause I let off first

Gza - Paper Plate

I found a sample I liked and chopped it up, added drums and other instruments and several effects.  These verses sounded good over it so I turned it into a remix.  

Method Man, Streetlife, & Cappadonna - Sweet Love (Phat Tape Remix)

Wu-Tang Clan - For Heaven's Sake (Phat Tape Remix)

Nas - Pressure (Delabe Remix)

WOAH FT. MARFRMLINWOOD PROD.Tyson

Unreleased / Left off "Illmatic" tracks circa '93

Nas - Understanding ('93)

A few tracks off of the latest releases from Brick Records!


BLACASTAN f. REEF THE LOST CAUZE- Just Don't Know

01-big l-now or never-ftd

One of the best unreleased tracks in His-Story!!


[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Please pull the plug if the drugs are winning
Cuz the high will keep your world spinning
Wasted time, thought about the high with fam
True the cash was there, and the stash was there
And I thought that Forever that the Wu was there
Wasted time, on hoes, pussy and clothes
I'm the Don of the rose, it's the life I chose
Baby mamas are the worst, bitches don't even work
Yet the coach bag matches with your hat and your skirt
So I swept for no reason, disappeared for seasons
Room may be padded, but damn, it's more easy
Beautiful girls tease me, they see the sleaze in me
But I'ma stay Dirty, except the snake
No more will I waste the cake, no more will I run from Jake
No more will I make mistakes, no more will I waste the time (nope)

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
No more will you spit in my drink, no more will you poison me
I'ma climb real high, feel free with the thug inside
No more will I run and hide, wastin' time
No more will I taste the drugs, no more will I dodge the slugs
I'ma climb real high, feel free with the thug inside
No more will I run and hide, no more will I run and hide
No more will I waste the time

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I walk on a dirty trail of cash and L's
Red Rose, you get high when I exhale
Jumped bail cuz the judge promised my ass jail
West Coast couldn't hide me, the world's an audience
Passed out from the high like Martin Lawrence
Had me in the room next to Sarah Connor's
But my problem's much greater than any Terminator
Not one visit from fam, just letters from fans
Saying "Dirt keep ya head up and fuck getting wet up"
The Roc told me to sign on the dotted line
"Welcome home, Russell Jones, you've been wastin' time"
Rocked up a little, bling bling a little
Now every roach in the cracks wanna jump in the Ac'
Every cat in the front gotta ride in the back
You freaks in the Ford, I ride a Cadillac
You freaks in the Ford, I ride a Cadillac
At last...

[Chorus]

Nas - Pressure (Delabe Remix)

delabe

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