Artist(s) - Eccentriks
Beat By: Skopje Crew (Angelo Skc)
Written By - Eccentriks
Mixed By - Skopje Crew

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Lyrics;

YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENS WHEN DRASTIC STEP IN//
PULL OUT THE GATS IN A SECOND//
MASSIVE DESTRUCTION, I'M GRADUALLY WRECKIN'//
EVERY FUCKING THING I SEE, IT'S TIME SOME OF YOU FUCKIN' CATS GET A LESSON//
I'M BACK AND I'M SPITTIN' //
DOPEST SHIT AND YOU CATS HAVE BEEN LICKIN'//
ON MY FUCKIN' NUTS, RATIONAL THINKIN'//
I LAUGH AT THESE KITTENS//
WHO TRYNA SPIT AND THEY ACT AS IF THEY GIVIN'//
HIP HOP THE FUCKIN' SHIT IT NEED WHEN THEY WACK AND THEY BITCHIN'//
TALKIN' BOUT HOW MUCH OF THAT CASH THAT THEY SPENDIN'//
HOW MUCH OF THAT ASS THAT THEY GETTIN'//
AND ON THE FUCKIN' STAGE, THEY CANNOT RAP AND THEY LIP SYNC//
YOU A COUPLE BITCHES, YOU NEEDA GET BACK TO THE KITCHEN//
I AIN'T SEXIST AT ALL//
I'M JUST PISSED THAT YOU ALL//
SUPPORTIN' CORNY ASS RAPPERS, GET LITERATE DOG//
I HATE ALL THESE FUCKING GIMMICKS INVOLVED//
THEY TRYNA' GET RID OF THE BALLS//
I GOT, FOR THE LYRICISM IS RAW//
NOBODY CAN FUCK WITH WHAT MA PENCIL WITHDRAW//
IT'S LIKE A COUPLE MISSILES I DROP//
THE SHIT JUST GETS HOT//
YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA SPIT THIS BUT I'M THE SICKEST YOU GOT//
YOU THINK YOU SICK?? NAH, BITCH, YOU ARE NOT//


Bitch, You Are Not!

(Drastic-1st verse)
Yo, Eccentriks//
You know what our fuckin' extent is//
Leavin' emcees, brainless, senseless//
Cause we outta the fuckin' world, makin' the best shit//
And we ain't gettin' restless//
Thank You God for the way that you blessed us//
And to all the fuckin' haters, I just gave them this message//
We the kinda fuckin' shit thatchu ain't gona mess with//
In this game, weighin' the most in terms of dope//
Slayin' the foes, with every fuckin' word I spoke //
We be takin' the throne cause this the way that we roll//
Makin' history, every-fuckin'-where that we go//
Cause they ain't doin' shit to us, every beat I just spit to bust//
It's a bit too fucked//
Look at Acid and I, We be raidin' the globe//
Look at the mastermind with the maddest rhymes//
I spit my shit as if I don't have enough time//
I got the kinda spit that be strapped with a bomb//
I got ma act straightened up//
These cats wakin' up//
Cause now we back in the line//
And we ain't goin' nowhere//
You ain't witnessed no better//
Murder a verse and tell you this is vendetta//
(Ayjay Kazi-2nd Verse)
Hip-Hop is dead/
And I'm awake/
I'll take the corpse/
And lay it out on the freeway/
All these bitches in the game are all so cliche/
Kick' 'em in the face and brawl with DJ's/
Everybody wanna' rap but none can spit a verse/
Here I stand, droppin' rhymes that'll probably shake the earth/
Ressurection to birth/
Imma' quench the thirst/
Of the public/
Literally makin' their brains burst/
So I aim first and fire/
Mic Messiah/
Shoot to kill, when I spit, bullets in my saliva/
Terrorize emcee's, they look at me like Al-Qaeda/
Speak the language of gods, doctors wanna' decypher/
Back in the day, Hip-Hop was more than mad fun/
With flat fronts, white Nikes and these handguns/
Everybody wanna' be a gangster/
Shit's Bonanza/
Spreads like a disease/
Gimmicks are now a cancer/
The Devil bought your soul, 'cause you rap like a bitch/
Face me son, I'd probably end up slappin' you pricks/
Clappin' your kids/
With all that crap and the shit/
That you happen to assist/
I'd pop a cap in this bitch/

(Acid Shoro-3rd Verse)
When ever i step up on a track y'all need to be dissed//
Because you reflect a bad image like scratched DVD discs//
So even in this//
You might face some combat risks//
Sick lyricism blend in on a compact disc//
I'm on that shit//
Next level rhyme construction//
Blazin' every second when ever the mic's on function//
Still ain't appreciated society on blind consumption//
Still don't get it huh?! You better rewind it, cousin// 
Break your skull and leave your face infected//
Don't swallow the truth with those fake intestines//
I draw poetic land scapes so embrace the sketches//
Hate and stress shit// 
Not in my arrangement and testings//
Fragmentation grenade//
Blow these black men and Asians who behave//
Like a right preacher//
While I don't give an "F" like a kind teacher//
Ha! Grab my Mujahideen and start a zombie marathon//
Bloodclot, pulp and brains all over on the pentagon//











Eccentriks - Who Got Gunz Remix (Ft. Ay-Jay Kazi) (Produced & Mixed By Ay-Jay Kazi)

Lyrics:

Yeah, yo, yo, yo,
Whaddup, Whaddup, Whaddup,
Yeah, Whaddup, Drastic!

[Verse 1]
The raps I spew,
Is what your bitches masturbate to,
Craftin' masterfully the raps, I need no backin' track to push me, 
I'm here to fucking lecture you dummies,
Beatin' half of these rappers, I'm the,
Meanest in the pack, I'm like the panther that is hungry,
And ain't nobody's snatchin' that up from me,
I'm the Pakistani catapaultin' to the top, you fuckers just mad upon me,
I'm the baddest, homie,
And ain't no sanctuary's protectin' you from the wrath of the rapper in me,
I'm catastrophic,you better acknowledge,
I'm gettin' inside of this shit, I'm obnoxious,
Ain't no kidding, I promise,
I been dishonest,
But Ima' get you rappers through the words in the verses, skim through the content, (Yo)

[Verse 2]
I'm hot as shit, 
Lava's within my saliva, kinda get, 
The urge to submerge these fuckers, I'm on the highest cliff,
The kinda shit you ain't ready for but you going to get,
I'm the original, you fuckers just some counterfeit shit, (Ah)
Mopping floors with you whores, fuck with the subordinates, 
I'm kinda crazy in the head and I know it, 
All this, wisdom and knowledge,
Yeah, it fuck with my prowess and fuck with my profits,
Alright, I'm fucking dishonest, 
I ain't got no profits, 'cause I'm a lazy fucking bum,
And I ain't really going to talk about the many other ones,
Fuck it, Angelo my nigga, he gave Drastic the beat,
Ima' go at it like a damn mac woulda' shoot ya, maximum speed,
Y'all fuckers just targeting the hardest conceived,
The day I embarked on this journey,
You fuckers wanted for me to step down but you keep barkin' like the dogs on the street,
You fuckers same as the dogs,
Chasing the papers and cars,
Gazing in amazement, fucker, I was made to be awed,
I did with what I was dealt with, I done played with my cards, 
Selling my soul to the devil!?
Nah, I know satan's a fraud, (Yeah)

[Outro]

Shout out to Angelo,
And uh... shout  out to myself 'cause shout outs are fuckin' (laughs)

Artists: Eccentriks & Angelo Chernobil
Mixed By: Angelo (Skopje)

Hit up Angelo for beats like this one @ https://soundcloud.com/angelo_chernobil/ & https://www.facebook.com/angelobeats2

This is to clarify that no content in this audio is plagiarized and all rights remain with Eccentriks and Skopje Crew only. You may use this anywhere you like as long as credits are given.


#ItsDaSmackdown

1st & 2nd Verse - Drastic
Chorus - Drastic
3rd Verse - Acid

Artist(s) - Eccentriks
Beat - Death Rap (Necro)
Written By - Eccentriks
Mixed By - Eccentriks

This is to clarify that the beat on this song is for non-commercial purposes only. We do not, in any way, are distributing or marketing a product we will profit upon. All credits go to Necro for the beat. 

Lyrics;

[First Verse] - Drastic
Drastic//
They tryna do what I//
Do in this shit when it's do or die//
You and I//
Could change the world//
Fuck Illuminati, It doesn't exist//
You motherfuckers is pissed//
I got so many brothers stuck with this shit//
We musta' resist//
Show opposition, co-operation//
Amongst each other and not just listen//
To whatever our leaders want us to//
We're gonna do what we oughta do//
Look at this mothafuckin' shit that we harnessed in//
Common sense, nothin's right, It's all just sins//
Look at these leaders who brought us in//
This shit, they the ones that plot the end//
We needa knock some sense, in 'em//
But I guess people aren't wooden doors//
I hate the fact for every person they killin', they blame Islam//
When they the ones that make 'em bombs//
It's like this system's a teacher in class and I'm raisin' arms//

[Chorus]
This is the white rule//
Bilderburg group// 
Nigga fuck you//
It's all fake, this shit upon you//(x2)

[Second Verse] - Drastic
Ima die a martyr//
Like Imam Hussain did//
Fight on the borders//
Until I'm ascended//
To the heavens//
Yeah, it's all a blessin'//
It's the essence, of Godly presence//
Lessons, learnt from the revelations//
Delivered to Prophet Muhammad in the cave of Hira//
By the chief of Angels, in the ignorant Era//
It is the truth written in the scriptures of Quran//
Repent from what it wants us to repent from//
Condemnin' the wrong//
And indulge in what is true and clean//
This is the righteous path for the human beings//
Words of wisdom spoken by the prophets, fluently//
It is a whole lot higher than what you can see or what you conceive//

[Third Verse] - Acid
Economically, they be deceiving you prominently//
Non-existent harmony//
Weapon of mass destruction is now called pharmacy//
I'm paranoid of technological advancements//
Beneath India, exist the real Atlantis//
So, I must be-- A real Mulangi//
Reciting' all the jalal tasbeehs//
My ink is the sacrificial blood of Karbala//
Rip you from between the towers like Margala//
So, I'm speaking it raw//
Lucifer should be glad that I didn't spot his ass on Eid-Ul-Adha//

Eccentriks - Martyrdom

Artists: Drastic x Meer
Beat By: Munab Manay
Mixed By: Angelo (Skopje)

[CONNECT]

Drastic
https://www.instagram.com/danishabroo/
https://www.facebook.com/danishabro977
Email: danishabro@outlook.com

Meer
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100028518787789
https://soundcloud.com/meer-mani

Munab
www.youtube.com/munabmanay
https://www.facebook.com/TheBr0wnBunny

Lyrics:

Ahem,
Brooo yaar kaisa hai, aik chota sa kaam tha,
I'm kind of busy right now, I'll call you back,

Drastic (Danish Abro)
[Verse 1]
Banaye mainay dost, ban chalay yaar/
Phir aaya waqt mushkil, kara madad say inkaar/
I was all alone, it was pretty hard/
Aur kya kiya unhone, la taluqi ka izhar/
Guzri woh sardi, phir aayi bahar/
Same people that left me, asking me kya hain haal chaal/
Bola mainay theek, phir shuru huay waastay/
Dosti kay, maafian, mintay, aur tarlay/
Kehtay hain galti thi, bhatak gaye thay raastay/
Seedhi baat tou yeh hai, aaye hain ab aukaat pay/
Raha main tou chup, kehnay ko tou bohat alfaz thay/
Kya hua tumhay Danish, kyun ho itnay chup chaap say?/
Dekhay mainay chehray inkay, khatarnaak say/
Zori kehna para kuch, muskura kay/
Taakay chaltay banay yeh, apnay raastay naaptay/
moun say, niwalay cheennay walay saaray saanp yeh/
bhaanptay hain saari cheezain jo yeh hain chahtay/
Insaan kay roop main hain saanp yeh/
Dil karta hai daaloon inko aik sanchay main/
Aur laga kay aag karun, raakh inhay/


[Verse 2]
Phone mera baja bohat dafa, aadhi raat main/
Uthaya mujhay neend say, apnay kaam say/
Police nay hai roka, kya kisi ko tum ho jantay?/
Nahi tou, "bro, tum ho phir kis kaam kay?"/
Excuse me, aap apni aukaat main rahain/
Is say pehlay kay charhaon main apni aasteenein/
Aur lagaun dou chaar haath teray,  gaal pay/
Bhaag bay, ya doon kya laat teri gaand pay?/
Acha khasa tha achay mood main/
Jab zaroorat thi tou yeh thay bhool gaye/
Ab phoot lay, maan lay, tu hai saanp insaan kay roop main?/
Kehnay ko tere liye Danish bohat he rude hai/
"Haan hoon main", ab bhaag foran chutiye/
You're the kinda person I'd not be seen with/
Urdu main kahoon tou munafiqeen hai/
Haan theek hai/
Kaha na bhaag, bhosdike/

[Verse 3]
Aj hogi baat in doglon ke barey mein khul ke/
Pehle tou rehte hain yeh sarey mil jhul ke/
In jaiso ko kehte hain bin painde ke lotey/
Meri baat mein wazan, tol ke dekh le chotey/
Mere mun pe mere, tere mun pe tere/
aise sarey mere lun ke neeche tehre/
Ek zaban nahi, hain inke dou chehre/
aise sarey dete mere tatto ke pehre/
Asli tha mein, asli hoon abhi bhi/
Kache dhage nahi, dosti mein khabi bi/
Sath hain jo mere since day once/ ( habibi habibi)
Dil mein izzat-o-pyar unke liye abhi bhi/
Thay kuch dost phir inkay huay raaz faash/
Buguz say attay huay, mujhay milay baar baar/
Bikte hain, paisa hou tou piche atey/
Kaam hojaye, bhai, sab bhool jatey/
Teri ankhon ke samne jo bante hain yaar tere/
Wohi rakhte hain, khandhe pe talwaar tere/
Upar se neeche tak nakli log hain yeh/ (jo baat hai)
Kehta hun mein yeh sab, takey rakho yaad alfaz mere/
Thali ke began sarey, aur woh thali bhi khali,
Loyalty is rare, wafadari kidhar gyi sali/ (hain?)
Kyun yeh upar se leke neeche tak jali/
Rakhun jhoote ki nok pe, dedun inhien gali/


This is to clarify that no content in this audio is plagiarized and all rights remain with Drastic, Meer & Munab Manay only. You may use this anywhere you like as long as credits are given.

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