Unreleased for a reason.

Lyrics:
Yo, Hova,
It's all over,
I like to suck penis from the back like bend over.
(Yeah, jeah, chyeah)

They call me Jay-Z,
They call me Hova,
They mostly call me Jay-Z,
Yo Kanye, you crazy.
You crazy!
Yo I like to suck penis,
Call me Gay-Z.
(Chyeah, chyeah)

Yo, I used to sell Rocawear,
That thing was a piece of shit call it Cacawear.
(Yo Kanye, this joint is so crazy!)
(Yo, check it)

I used to be in Rocafella,
I used to rock fellas with my cock, fella.
(Chyeah)

Sample Credits:
The Citations - Hey Mr. Love

Written, Mixed, and Produced by Grandmaster Bert

Jay-Z Unreleased Donda Verse

Gay-Z

"If it's not me, then it's never hardcore." - Grandmaster Bert, Hardcore (2018)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Grandmaster Bert stepping onto the scene.
Cup full of vodka and my mug is looking mean.
Smelling all bummy cause you know I keep it funky.
Coming back with more bass cause your face is still ugly.

[Verse]
Who's the MC that can move the crowd?
Grandmaster Bert and I came to get loud.
I'm in the house and I'm bout to bring it down.
I'm 2 Hardcore, you outta know by now.
Been a long time but ain't shit new.
Didn't get too far since my debut
But now I’m back to get much clout.
So allow me to show you what I'm all about. 
Now first things first I'm undefeated.
Flow too nice, but my lyrics the meanest.
And birds out here can’t stay off the penis,
They give so much brain I'm considered a genius.
Step up in the lab and watch me cook
Got so much paper I could write a book
So you could start to listen to the words of a scholar
Grandmaster Bert is the number one baller
I feel like I'm back in the eighties
Cause I’ve been dope since the beginning just like a crack baby.
Once the beat drops I straight up lace it,
And then I just let the bass hit.
I get stupid, I mean outrageous,
Step to me, you’d be so courageous.
By the time y’all start to play this,
A minute in you know you can’t fade this.
Cause
I came to feed my pockets and give them mad fupa
And smoke every sucka MC like hookah.
Rappers come off short like Oompa Loompas
Whenever I raise the roof, ¡Upa!
Silly thinking that anyone can top me
With whack ass beats and a flow so sloppy
Thinking that you're dope, but how could you if you’re not me?
Im more like opium, start calling me poppy. 
And if you think that I cannot go son you on a track.
You could see how dope I get when Im talking all this smack.
I came through the door, I said it before
Im not gonna let you suckers ride me no more.
Cause you ain't got a clue to what I got in store,
Shit you can't afford, cause I'm way 2 Hardcore.

Credits:
Writing by @GrandmasterBert
Performed by @GrandmasterBert
Mixed by @GrandmasterBert
Produced by @GrandmasterBert

Samples: 
“Story Line” from Mick and Mack as the Global Gladiators OST by Tommy Tallarico
“Something Wonderful” from Contra: The Hard Corps OST by Konami Kukeiha Club

2 Hardcore

“Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.” - Seneca

Lyrics:

[Verse]
Im so live you can’t match my vitals.
Step on the scene you’re dead on arrival.
Grandmaster Bert is your number one idol
None of you faggots can fuck with the title.
Nobody get in the way of my bread.
If you do then I’ll stomp your head.
And I won’t stop until I see red.
Yeah I’m deadass but your ass is dead.

[Hook]
You’re dead, mother fucker, you’re dead!
You’re dead, mother fucker, you’re dead!
You’re dead, mother fucker, you’re dead!
You’re dead, mother fucker, you’re dead.

[Verse]
Step up to Bert, why bother?
Put in all the work just to get your ass slaughtered.
Kiss the ring bitch, I am The Godfather.
Disrespect me, why I outta
Smack you up and knock out your teeth.
There ain’t no way we’re squashing this beef.
Now you say wait cause now you want peace.
But now it’s too late cause now you’re deceased.

[Hook]
You’re dead, mother fucker, you’re dead!
You’re dead, mother fucker, you’re dead!
You’re dead, mother fucker, you’re dead!
You’re dead, mother fucker, you’re dead.

[Credits]
Writing by @GrandmasterBert
Performed by @GrandmasterBert
Mixed by @GrandmasterBert
Produced by @GrandmasterBert

Samples: 
“Human Beatbox” from The Fat Boys by Prince Markie Dee, Kool Rock-Ski, and Buff Love
“Slam Poetry Scene” from 22 Jump Street performed by Jonah Hill

You Are Dead

First MC Bert track to be sold.
From the Hardcore EP.

Lyrics:
Here’s a bit of bass for that ugly ass face.
MC Bert is in the place coming at a different pace.
With a funky instrumental that is actually phenomenal.
And style so sick, it will give you abdominal… 
Pain, listen to the lyrics I spray.
That will drive all these wick wack rappers away.
That spit mad shit that makes your brain mushy. 
With a flow so dry like your grandmother’s pussy.
Sorry for the last line, everyday I tend to.
Say crazy shit that just might offend you.
And if I did it’s cause I meant to.
Cause I don’t really need your consent to.
Get your feelings and get to hurting.
Cause you are nothing but a buster and that is for certain.
And I’m the MC that is hard to ignore.
And the style that I bring is hard to the core.

This rap wasn’t written to pay any homage.
And my rap ain’t cut and paste like a fucking collage.
Dissing is my job no longer a hobby.
I put you rappers to sleep, like if I was bill Cosby.
Rappers always say that they wanna be known.
Fighting in a highway but no rapping is shown.
Are these the kind of acts that the culture condones?
Hell no that’s why the culture leaves their asses disowned.
Nowadays rappers only rap about the money.
All about the bread that’s why their raps are real crummy.
I too like to get my pockets fat like a diabetic.
But I also do this for the rap aesthetic.
Many of you phonies come off as pathetic.
I get most of you shook just like an epileptic.
I suggest that you go get the roomba.
Collect your teeth when I stomp you out like a goomba.

With my pumas, maybe even timberlands.
To break your bones easy, almost murdering the simpleton.
Watch you crawl as I leave your body crippling.
Step on the blood and I hear the puddle rippling.
Cuss me out, then I proceed.
To break your knees, from where you bleed.
Have the nerve, to talk much shit.
Looking all bitch made while you’re wearing them braids.
And why would anybody think you bitches are scary?
Only time we hear about you is in the obituaries.
I could get that arranged, without a hassle.
Then get you wiped down just for being such an asshole.
And if not, then I’ll see you on tour.
Kick the shit out your speakers and snap the mic cord.
Punch you off stage and cause an uproar.
Cause if it’s not me then it’s never hardcore.

Yo punk, I heard your girl call you a hunk.
But to me, you’re nothing but a hunk of junk.
A loser, claiming that you’re a pimp.
But she’s slapping you around now you’re labeled a simp.
You say that she’s loyal but I like to say otherwise.
Cause we know that she’s talking to some other guys.
Such as I, don’t act so surprised,
About the things that I do when I go between her thighs.
She’s the kind of girl that I love to put my dick in.
And if you interfere, I have to put my licks in.
Below the hips, tongue in the clitoris.
And just lick up the lips like this.
Left her insides mangled.
Knew I did her hardcore when she was dragging by my ankles.
That’s your average day for your homie MC Bert
Now allow me to burp from all the pussy that I slurped.

Sample Credits:
Aalon - Magic Night
Boogie Down Productions - Poetry
Gangstarr - Mass Appeal
NWA - Fuck Tha Police

Written, Mixed, and Produced by MC Bert

Hardcore EP

Hardcore

Just some classic Bert battle bars for Vice.
Peace to Freddie Gibbs and Madlib.

Lyrics:
Let’s keep this shit all the way funky.
You’re not a dope rapper, mother fucker, you’re a junkie.
Junkie as in dope user.
Using any dope style just so you could get plays on your computer.
So there’s no confusion I’m talking to Vice.
After this shit is done I don’t give a fuck what he say.
Sorry that it had to come to this.
I go so hard, your bitch will have no choice but to cum to this.
I’m dumb with this, nobody should be questioning.
If you’re that worthy of a rapper to be besting me.
You never had the appetite to dig in some beef.
You’re so pussy every time you speak you sound like a queef.
You're about to catch a fade.
You ain’t a skater you’re a surfer tryna ride every wave.
I can’t give you a pass
Don’t talk coochie if you run back to the same piece of ass.
Piece of trash, imma go and bag your body up.
Take you out, the red plastic ribbons what I’m knotting up.
Thinking that you’re serving heat you’re nothing but liar.
Cause it doesn’t count if all your songs are straight dumpster fire.
And I don’t give a fuck how many plays you got.
Cause plays you got come from the bots you bought.
Giving a false image to make it seem we care what you’re doing.
But nobody’s talking about the rap career that you’re pursuing.
I understand I’ve been under your radar.
Cause I’ve been bringing straight facts while you’re bringing some gay bars.
Mc Bert been liver.
I spit at you rappers while y’all are out here collaborating, swapping saliva.
This is just a reminder, this is a letter to.
Vice Rovira, his whole crew could go get it too.
Its just me featuring myself, and I.
The day I kiss rapper's ass is when I kiss it goodbye.

Sample Credits:
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Real

Written and Mixed by MC Bert
Produced by Madlib

Keep It Funky

Track 6

Lyrics:
I’ve been reminiscing all about you lately.
Mainly cause of the fact that you’re my favorite kind of lady.
Cause ever since middle school I was trying to get laid.
But I kept you in my heart ever since the second grade.
Just recently I was stunned and amazed.
How I ran out of fingers counting the months and days.
Hoping eventually we would soon reunite.
As the walls come down and the spark starts to ignite.
Yeah I know, I know, it’s real poetic hoe.
I held on to this feeling so it’s hard to let it go.
Whenever I go on how you’re so unforgettable.
My boys tell me “Bobby why you sounding so pathetic, yo?”
Warning me I’ll get my pimp card revoked.
Just cause I simp hard? What a joke.
Im not really asking for much, I just want you to only.
Give me head, I mean hold me, I’m so very lonely.

Damn, I almost lost sight.
Of what’s important, do you remember all those nights?
On the phone conversating before you went off to slumber.
With you saying “Hello, who is this?” and “How’d you get this number?”
I got it from a friend of a friend.
But before you hung up, you told me never call again.
Shit, why do you keep teasing me, hoe?
Cause I know you never thought of ever leaving me, hoe.
I’m aware that you want us to take things slow.
Cause whenever I bust moves you’re telling me no.
I want to savor these moments, I too am not in a rush. 
But I do find it sus you never liked to be touched.
Damn, I guess we’ll wait for the right time.
Soon you’ll realize Im a nice guy.
You better recognize.
In the meantime Imma harmonize.

You’ve been on my mind, for so very long.
You’re the only girl in this whole world to ever turn me on.
I don’t have a license, I don’t have a job.
So settling down with me, baby, would be oh so very wrong.
And I know, and I know that it’s the same old song and dance.
But do you think that there’s still a chance, of me getting inside of your pants.
And I know its real improbable
But you could you just hear me out.
Would you please?
Would you please consider being my squeeze?

Today was the day I expressed my affection
Too bad I just wasn’t ready for the pain of rejection.
Cause the moment that you said that you think that you’ll pass.
My heart sank so low it fell out of my ass.
All of you broads are the same, having a fella chase a dame.
Just so he could get his ass played.
Damn, I could’ve had you feeling like winner.
Buying all the clothes you wanted and paying for every dinner.

I need to change your mind and just talk to you alone.
So I made sure you were safe when I followed you home.
You started to run once you turned on the corner.
Yelling when you get home you’ll file a restraining order.
Don’t you appreciate my love you dumb bimbo?
I’m out side your house throwing stones at your window.

Sample Credits:
Vangelis - Love Theme

Written, Mixed, and Produced by Grandmaster Bert

Official

My Squeeze

Track 7

Lyrics:
I hate women, fuck em all
As matter of fact, they could suck my balls.
Bitches out here blow a cock one time and they think that they’re in it for the long haul.
On your knees, cum disposal.
You want me to get on mine, give you a proposal?
What makes you think that you could get with this?
Rub the shaft and lick on the tip.
I really can’t stand these bitches.
All they’re good for making sandwiches.
They question me why would would I say that shit?
While I question them where my sandwich at, lil bitch?
Women always call me a misogynist.
Alright then, cool, now massage my dick.
Fuck viagra, took the red pill instead.
Now give me head as I count my bread.

I find it very hard to be misogynistic.
I thought about it very long but it's not simplistic.
Pardon my linguistics but in your case. 
I don't give a fuck about you no more.
You're a dumb fucking hoe.
I hate you.
And you never even loved me too.
All you ever do is at cruel.
I don't want to be part of your rule.
So fuck you hoe.
You don't have me under control.
I don't give a fuck about you no more.
You're a dumb fucking hoe.

Sample Credits:
Ghost Town DJs - My Boo

Written, Mixed, and Produced by Grandmaster Bert
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