hattman

Produced By: Hattman

Lyrics:
You can find me locked up tight in your bathroom;
Sittin' in the corner on the floor, throwin' vicadin at you;
Come any closer, I'll bite you in half dude;
High on bathsalts, leave you face down on the fuckin' asphalt;
I'm higher than a fuckin' astronaut blastin' off;
I'm raising Hell, the roof, and a couple casket tops;
You best be fuckin backin' off;
You think I'm slackin', naw;
Take time to make it perfect or don't fuckin' rap at all;

Verse 1:
Ok so basically, there's no mistake I'm baked, brain vacancy;
It took a vacation, left me a tape, just to say it hated me;
Which ain't phasin' me, never used the fuckin thing anyway;
My thoughts hurt like lazer beams;
Crosswords are afraid of me;
I rhyme not very neighborly;
What I say isn't make beleive;
If it isn't there, than I'll make beleif;
Represent Canada like a maple leaf;
Close to Nova Scotia's coast is the place to be;
Wrote this fuckin' rhyme on a hankercheif;
From now on I'll be actin';
Like I'm the mother fuckin' captain of this rappin';
Back in action, with that Hatt attackin' fashion;
Send 'em to the chiropractor while I hide my laughter;
Been at the bottom for a while;
Now it's time that I start climbin' faster;
Turn into a hyper active psychopath that'll slice you bastards; 
With a mother fuckin' knife that's backwards;
Send you to the afterlife, got an appetite for disastor;
Happy to write like a cracker;
Pass the mic to the master;
If you want beef, better be black n' white in the pasture;

Chorus:
For half the night I'm a rapper;
The other half I'mma massacre;
You bastards just for actin' tough;
Or claiming that you rappin' even half as rough as us;
We gon' have us a tussle mother fucker;
Put my foot so far up your ass, it'll crack your fuckin' back muscles;
If I could go to the past;
I'd change everything, so I wouldn't have troubles;
Maybe I should have died in those car accidents;
Unfortunatly, I'mma be the last of us;
Without a happily ever after, that just sucks;
Yo I gotta ask, can I get a rap Brothers?;

Verse 2:
yeah you gotta nack brothers & you know it,
but feelin lackluster got it seemin hopeless,
fuck it, im devoted this my moment 
I'm locked & loaded with potent quotes for all opponents,
hatt man lets smoke these rodents into roaches,
if they haven't noticed, damn that hatt's ferocious,
we rollin stoned close to overdosin but no jokes goin raw, fuck em
no trogan, 
hold it, we aint splittin seas no moses, we just splittin trees,
mixed with nicotine like real bosses, feel nauseous so sick im fenna a vomit
some comments with contents so complex,
all they'll hear is nonsence, but dawg this word is godsent
read between the lines and you'll know this kids a smart one,
after I tried & thrived to be awesome, I've realized I have the drive of 10 oxen

Chorus:
For half the night I'm a rapper;
The other half I'mma massacre;
You bastards just for actin' tough;
Or claiming that you rappin' even half as rough as us;
We gon' have us a tussle mother fucker;
Put my foot so far up your ass, it'll crack your fuckin' back muscles;
If I could go to the past;
I'd change everything, so I wouldn't have troubles;
Maybe I should have died in those car accidents;
Unfortunatly, I'mma be the last of us;
Without a happily ever after, that just sucks;
So I fill up my flask even though I drank that doubled;

Verse 3:
We're the sickest bitch, you're missin' it come witness it;
Before I could picture it when I was spittin' n' no one was listenin';
I live in anticipation, I sit n' wait n' rip the tapes;
Sometimes I put my dick in your face n' piss in your braids;
Me n' Rulz are vicious machines, shit'll get strange;
Better stay outta my range when the missles aim;
Officially trained to be insane, bitches all yo shit's the same;
Hip-Hop isn't dead yet, but it isn't saved;
That's what we're here for;
Send these whack rappers to the airport;
If you're askin' god to drop rap in your lap, stop livin on a prayer boy;
Get out there and get airborn;
I'm talkin' to myself 'cause ain't nobody else there for him;
Someday I'll be in paradise, with a pair of dice;
But for now I got a pair of scythes, covered in parasites;
I keep these motha fuckas terrified;
Bear in mind, bitch I spit venom that can't be sterilized;
Maybe that's why Hattman don't get no fuckin' airtime

Happily Ever After (Feat. Cha-Rulz)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I got that dope flow, broke though;
Step into the dojo, homo's I keep a low pro;
They used to call me Coco;
Been on the scene for a while in another league;
Puffin' trees, but I ain't gettin' fuckin' cheese;
Smoke another couple G's n' think about shit;
I think n' outwit;
Right now this isn't a livin it's an outlet;
It would be if motha fucka's heard my mouth yet;
I'm broke so I'm runnin' in ya houses;
Make ya shit ya trousers, how's this;
I'll break ya locc's n' leave ya fuckin' mouth split;
Give me all your money n' I'm out bitch;
No point in chasin' me 'cause Jason's me;
Basically I don't exist so no one here's erasin' me;
Motha Fucka's taste the D;
Why do I feel like this is it for me?;
I spit this wicked shit n' leave myself in disbelief;
Everything's all twisted, my life shifted;
I'd rather hide inside n' spit this;
And don't know why the fuck I'm tellin' y'all my business;

Verse 2:
Look we had each other's backs from a very young age;
Man it's Brothers n' the Hatt, n' we came to run thangs;
Without dumb slang, or gun bangs;
This ain't fiction, 
When I say I'll break ya loccs n' kick ya fuckin' ribs in;
Stricken with addiction from a very young age too;
Victim of the system, sniffin' lines off the table;
Got 'em trippin' feelin' distant wishin' he could pray to;
A higher power but no higher power gonna' save Rulz;
Uggh, but we all taught have faith;
Thoughts got me lost in this fog on that pathway;
light another cig 'cause I feel like an ashtray;
Snappin' like a twig 'cause this nig just a castaway;
Uggh; 
We'll fuckin' break ya loccs, n' raid ya shit;
We're dangerous we came in this to change some shit;
Get a taste of this rage n' fakes will split;
With razors face to wrist, ya get it?;

Verse 3:
I just made my mind up, I decided;
I'm breakin' in n' takin' all your gold n' your diamonds;
It's a hold up with violence;
Less you shut your eyelids n' sit in silence;
Bitches listen to the tyrants;

While I listen for a sign of some sirens;
All I hear is this bitch cryin';
Just fuckin' be quiet;
Hit the heist n' i might set this place on fire;
Depends, Hattman you bring a lighter?;

Yea, you bring the plyers?;
I'm fuckin' wired, about to go psycho like Michael Myers;
It's quite a sight bro;
I'm a type of virus incitin' riots;
High as fuck takin' flight like pilots;

And fight like the Irish;
Quite nice we hybrids;
Kite heights we flyin', life like some pirates;
So you might think twice life's priceless;
This knife will slice mics for excitement; 

Break Ya Loccs Remix (Feat. Cha-Rulz)

Produced By: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
People will use you, abuse you;
But don't let 'em stop you, from doin' what you choose to;
This track's something I'm not used to;
'Cause I'm not seein' the homies like I used to;
Nowadays I don't even fuckin' know who's who;
I got the blues, but I see red;
Shh, that's a secret, this Isn't, I'm a reject;
Never been given any respect from anyone;
If you got any happiness could you lend me some?;
'Cause this mood I'm in is deadly, run;
Stay clear of me, apparently they all wanna;
Now I see in clarity, you're not a homie if you're always tryin' to embarrass me;
Then act like a friend, they fuck with mental polarity;
So I don't know who to trust, and it's scarein' me;
All these people stare at me, glare at me, no matter where I be;
I look like shit, I'm broke as fuck, but I don't need no charity;
I'm tryin' to get my bearings straight;
Stareing right in the face of death;
Don't know how many ecsapes I have left;

Chorus:
We gotta' start lookin' after one another;
'Cause not a lot of people got our backs in this muh' fucka;
If they say they do, how do we that it's true?;
Best believe that people will leave you; (X2)

Verse 2:
Mom can't support me, n' dad doesn't want me;
I can't find a job n' I'm runnin' out money;
My cousin say's he's got me;
But I ain't gettin my hopes up;
'Cause my life is so fucked;
If I didn't have bad, then I would have no luck;
I know I'm gonna' be out on the street, in the cold stuck;
In the middle of the road, nowhere to go, oh Fuck!;
What now?, I'm really in a rut now;
I feel abandoned, god gave me life than he damned it;
I'm sittin' down, 'cause I can't stand it;
Now I'm fuckin' famished;
Runnin' outta' food 'cause I didn't plan this, transition;
But the transmission of my flow to the beat;

Chorus:
We gotta' start lookin' after one another;
'Cause not a lot of people got our backs in this muh' fucka;
If they say they do, how do we that it's true?;
Best believe that people will leave you; (X2)


People Will Leave

Thanks to Sinima Beats! 

Lyrics:

(Verse One Jbin)

Stop prolonging death
Wont stop until you go and get your wish
On top of this bitch 
Is where ill stand 
Cant wipe your ass when your too full of shit 
Switch lanes in a gangsta rage flip da page
Deliver ass woopins on the side getting paid
Although really I’m just broke as fuck
Only thing I got left is a bag of bad luck 
Flourish like flowers then wither
born inside of a sinner
frozen so cold never know 
stuck in the snow in this hellish of winter
no escaping I’m living my death
rippin apart this pain from chest 
they say cloud 9’s overrated so I get a liberated 
when my art form helps me rest  
I am the wicked one 
They callin me from above 
I ain't no saint 
Down below in the dirt as I belong 
what ya Doin me wrong cant you feel the taint
tinted you black in the sky 
shutters that folded your eyes 
keepin you all in disguise 
so demons that want you won't rise 
I cheated the style of a toe tag 
like When I pulled the trigger and the safety was on
I couldn't figure out if was a fuckin sign 
Or if my prayers were doin me wrong
Fuck it maybe I’m just dumb
There's poetry in pain when you stare in the sun 
Drinkin liquor getting numb till the morning come 
Fuck no lies  no more my soul is gone 

(Chorus Jbin)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death

(Verse Two Hattman)

I've been ready to die for a year;
The only thing stoppin' me, is the rhyme in your ear;
I designed it half violence, half vibrance;
Infact I am, past vibin', mask hidin' my face;
Mad 'cause they turned a blind eye to my chase;
Now I'm in this rat race, half baked;
Tryin to find a way to escape in the bass;
But I can't get away from the paper chase;
It needs to be set to a safer pace;
I stay faithful and grateful to rap;
But it's painfull to know that I ain't gonna blow;
With these thoughts that'll pop off straight from the dome;
N' you're probly never gonna see my name at show;
Man I feel like I'm livin' in the rain n' the snow; 
So ya know what I do, I spit rage on the flow;
Grab the reigns, here we go, am I insane, I dunno';
Maybe you could tell me;
It's dark and it's hotter than hell be, why won't no one help me;
I bet I wouldn't be so alone if I was wealthy;
Shit, maybe I should make an LP;
Stop being so stealthy, but I can't stop hittin' up the LC;
'Cause if I had to bet, music is my only life after death;
N' I'll be spittin' 'till like half a breath is left in my chest;
I confess, as I let these lines congest, I possess mad skill, that's ill;
Im as rare as a Tarydactyl, we kill 'em, mawl like a bear attack will;
You ain't gonna bury Hatt, you ain't where we at;
You don't look in the mirror n' see death starin' back
Defeat, I ain't scared of that
I been defeated, depleted, I needed it
Now give me a motha fuckin' beat n' I'm eatin' it;
When I get on a motha fuckin' mic I do more than speak in it;

(Chorus Jbin)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death

(Verse Three Jbin)

haunted in your fuckin house
tip toeing all around the halls
screaming from the one you love
as her name in blood drips down the walls 
nothing more pretty from blonde to red 
makin her my widespread
revenge is a pretty thing
don't fuck with it or you'll drop dead
this side of me constantly 
depriving approval all while
inside of me my pride is fighting
stronger it's crucial
show no weakness with no pain there's no gain and then fear your chance is gone  
show no fear for the demons that feign your soul and beyond
I might of been a sinner when i wanna get arid her
eating motherfuckin innards 
with a side of ordered liver 
sight of my presence makes you shiver 
cold as ice my flow delivered
dark as fuck you are my dinner
bodies sold for the gold to the highest bidder
don't run for i come with the quickest trigger
masked man with instinct a fuckin killer
the patience that we obtain
is not gained by by lack of obedience 
but weighed through wars we wage 
and conquered inside our own mental stadiums 
falling through the ground
hoping to not feel his evil breath
for my sins i now must drowned
knowing there's always life after death

(Chorus Jbin & Hattman)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death


Life After Death Feat. Hattman

a preview of a track from Sewa's upcoming album "I Splt Adams" featuring REELeast vets Lazy J Roller and Dilly Ribz

Where Im From - Sewa Feat.  DillyRibz (cleanedit)

Produced By: Hattman
Verse 1:
I was born on a spaceship, created and made sick
Painted my face with a blade tip
Ain't it just great the way I'm crazed bitch?
Make no mistake, my tracks are hotter than the fireplace lit
I get ripped than spit this trip shit
I got abducted, my production just stopped (lift off)
Wasn't reluctant enough, now I'm fuckin pissed off
Rhymes clustered in my mind, flustered in my grind
Tellin' people, I'm fuckin' fine
But, I'm gettin' tired of fuckin' tryin'
They never recognized
Who the fuck is next in line
Who best defines a death defying way to wreck a line in record time
I exterminate like pestisides, yeah this sectors mine
I electrify, give a fuck about an enterprise
I'm an object unidentified
Have to stay fucked, so im not generalized
Emphasize that no one's mind is intense as mine
This is just a mental exercise
Muh fucka' step aside

Chorus:
If I had to specify my dialect
I would just describe it as I'm tryin' to get
Respected for the lines that I invent
But their minds neglect it
'Cause my thoughts are tangled up in spider webs
Inside I try n' find the shit
But it's like I'm hidin' it
From myself n' timin' it
For the ultimate design
n' I admit I'm not the best
I need a lot of time n' pratice I guess
But this heart still has fire inside of it
My vital signs suggest
That I'm a revitalized survivalist

Verse 2:
Fuck em all man, I'm just here to spit some gritty art
Got wits like a spears tip I'm pretty sharp
So lets get straight to the point
I write raps and enjoy it
So light a fat ass joint
An' get hyped for ya boy
I studied cadence in hopes to be the greatest
Took notes from all my favorite rappers while gettin faded
Then I, went on hiatus took a break I booked a vacation
Just to come back blazin' radiatin' motivation
Sho' they'll hate but know I'm brazen
That means bold with no shame
'n oh you don't know my name?
My name don't concern you faggots
Just learn that I murder tracks ask the Hatt raps our passion
We cut from the same cloth, axe & hatchet
An' that's a fact we on trees'n drinkin gallons
So please get the fuck way from me, I'm in my sanctum
I'll come an' freddy your dreams, have ya pissin your matress
If you askin' for action
Time to pass it ta Hattman

Verse 3:
I'm high as fuck, 
Can't see a thing some one turn the brightness up
Oh wait, I'm just so fried my eyes are shut
I'm stuck a couple miles up
So let the haters pile up,
N' see if they can reach me on my island in sky above
Sittin on a unicycle, while I chew a bible up
A suicidal mindless fuck
I am not a human
I'm a hybrid of a virus up inside your eye that shines n' leaves you blinded, yup
Shit is goin' down like scuba divin'
Let 'em scrutenize us, I just tell them bitches lighten up
No one can deprive us of the mic n' the way we light it up
Spit fire, ahh!, I just burned myself
Gotta keep this shit goin' like duracell
I'm goin for the belt
Damage will be further dealt
From Canada, we rip shit, yeah, ya heard the mouth
It's me Rulz n' we are genious
Just between us these bars cannot extinguished
Jesus, they can hardly see us
How the fuck they gon' beef with us
We'll just leave 'em in peices like Reese's,
Eat 'em up

Outro:
If I had to specify my dialect
I would just describe it as some hieroglyphics
Defined as sickness,
Open up your mind to this shit
As we take you on a ride don't miss it
Don't forget that I'm the Misfit
We're just flyin' through the sky
We rhyme ballistic, with this rhythmic
Style so crisp it's just a it rediculous
The time that we put into this
Just to hope it sparks your interest
Smoke n' drink n' writin' bars that impress
You don't wanna' step to all this intellect
This written threat is indirect

Yea, happy birthday to me, 4/20/2015
If you're listenin' the rhymin' condition is pristine
I'll be doin this 'till I'm 6 feet
You don't like that, 
I'll whip out may ass cheeks n' say kiss these
Bitchies 

The Ultimate Design (Feat.Cha-Rulz)

The Decline - Sewa feat. J Wheels - clean edit

No Honor 'mong Theves - Sewa Feat. John The 3rd clean edit

Laugh Track - Sewa - Feat. muey, Ritson & M-Pulse - clean edit

We All Gonna Smoke - Jfro ft. Sidewinder & DJ Hornell

My name is Cody Hatt, I've produced music and rapped since I was 14, and started actually recording when I was 16. I made almost all the beats I rap to, I don't do this to make money or be popular, I do it 'cause I love it. 
I've put a lot of time into this so thanks to everyone who listens to, and enjoys my tunes