I know you hate your job, but in these days you lucky to have one! This one is for all my 9 to 5ers... Nobody is makin music for yall....The Dirtyworkas got you....

Produced and written by: Bryce Lane

05 Got Me A Job

My Father

HIGH PRIEST ..(Love The Way You Wind)

High Priest..Love The Way You Wind

The 2010 release from Va Pitt's Grinch. This mixtape has no boundaries ranging from rage to inspirational. With features from Angel, Yk Fasho, Glock Barr and Intenz this mixtape is the 1st solo release from Grinch since his debut with B.A.R. vol.1. Enjoy the roller coaster of concepts as he displays both ups and downs, lights and darks with production from Yk Fasho, Biggz and Short Story Official this is certainly a classic.

19 Memories

First release by Loud Drunkz

Written and Performed by J. Beazy and Mr. Smith
Beat Produced by illmuzik beats
Engineered by High Priest



Where Ya Drinks At

Written by. J.Beazy
Cowritten by. KDub of Black Light City
Performed by. J.Beazy and KDub
Produced by. Sinama beats
Engineered b. High Priest of Agency Gang.
Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.

Crash Landing

01 Track 01

**LYRICS**

I was desperate, Just needed a paycheck/ Maybe a college education, thought, what the heck
Just sign next to dotted line, maybe in due time/ All that I been dreaming about, could be mine
But I was, ignorant, Didn't know what I was gettin in/ Fresh outta highschool, still just a little kid back then
Me and some friends, think it totalled bout eight of us/ Signed our lives to our nation didn't think of our fate that much
Now we're marching in thier boots and eating thier food/ Getting screamed at by chief and learning all their damn rules
Uniform was damn cool, Rico suave, Dress blues/ Didn't realize at the time, we was just some more tools
Fool no more, I won't settle your score/ Promise to the constitution, not some industry whores
Had to take a minute and pause, cause realization had dawned/ Americans the terrorists, who we protecting liberty from?


 Chorus 1
And that's the moment, I became a desperado/ Man without a plan, just standing at the crossroads
Fork in the foreground, wondering where do I go/ Decisions up to this, are all based on survival


Bridge 1
 About that time again, I started burnin hydro/ Fuck the chain of command, and your rules how high can I go?
L after L I blow, cause hell, I know/ Piss away a UA and go from hell back to home


Verse 2
He was desperate, another night in a cold tent/ In a land he never planned to, or thought he'd be sent
Mind bent, searching for some understanding/ In the distance he hears bombs, gunfire and helo's landing
Demanding, from higher ups, a reason for the devistation/ If it weren't for luck, his creator, he might be facin
Not for his nation, he already knew this/ Leaders still can't agree on the reason why we do this
Just lost his unit, that's why he was transferred here/ Still in shock, sargent just thinks it's fear
Monger of war, he made his postion clear/ Battle hardened heartless man, he never shed a tear
So as punishment for questioning his government/ Jason got 4 weeks of convoy, at the front of it
And ran his luck to shit, cause on night number three/ the truck Jason drove, hit an I.E.D.


Chorus 2
And that's the moment, He became a desperado/ Man without a plan, just standing at the crossroads
Fork in the foreground, wondering where do I go/ Decisions up to this, are all based on survival


Bridge 2
And as he lay there, bleeding out in the sand/ Sidearm in his hand, in his vision was the man
He, hate and dispised, for all this pain and lies/ J's last thought before he died, he aimed at sarge and took his life


Verse 3
He was desperate, tipped the bottle to the last drip/ wishing the reminising and dreams would all quit
Ocean of depression, was restlessly swimming in/ No sleep, when he closed his eyes, all he'd see is kids
And women, and men, and the things that he had did/ Begging for forgiveness, why didn't he question then?
He picked up his pen, put it to the paper/ Didn't know who to address it too, thought, he'd do it later
Wrote how he favored, killing and it made him sick/ Still lost for the cause of why he turned out like this
Just followed orders, didn't know they'd abandon him/ Back in his own borders, no crutch to stand up with
Wrote all he saw in afghanistan and iraq/ Reread the letter, signed it Sgt. Nathan Plast
Thought to next task, knew it'd be simple/ Grabbed the pistol off the table, Put it to his temple.

chorus 3
And that's the moment, He became a desperado/ Man without a plan, just standing at the crossroads
Fork in the foreground, wondering where do I go/ Decisions up to this, are all based on survival

Bridge 3
Full of fear, as a tear slipped his cheek/ Picked up his glass, finished his last drink
Glanced in the mirror with a smile and a wink/ Gave his hand a little squeeze, last thing he felt was heat

Last Chorus
And that's the moment, You became a desperado/ Man without a plan, just standing at the crossroads
Fork in the foreground,

Desperado

Once again Grinch felt the need to unify the spittas. This time he grabbed up Bake Skeeza, One Man, Oz da General, Supa P and Synse for a Virginia remake of Craig Macks "Flava in ya Ear"

Virginia in ya ear

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Lyrics below

Greydon Square
Do a couple of shows, there’s always more money
come into my studio it’s always 4:20,
who cares if you cheer when I slaughter the beat,
if you still a bigot, like MLK’s daughter and niece

...hip hop’s a father to me
while me and my mother can hardly speak
I’d rather die chasing victory than swallow defeat
...a journey to transhuman from hollow machine
and all i really did was follow a dream

That apparently wasn’t meant for all
black racist bigots, no i aint akin to ya’ll
i’ve been to war, there’s more insurgents here at home
these hypocrites care about no one else’s rights but their own

yet they still masquerade like they care about black folk
...affinity for false hope’s addictive like crack smoke
their last vote, cast by back seaters 
just to keep propped up, the phony black leaders

deny people for who they are, this is a rerun
and if blacks don’t accept all, then I don’t care to be one
race is just an illusion, it’s fake anyway
i’d take a white humanist over a nigga any day

too many black churches get a pass being bigots,
it’s funny, if your god’s loving I must have missed it.
If he has such a problem with vaginas rubbing or 2 dicks then shit,
fuck him, he’s really not worth my interest.

...and the bible too, 
that one you claim inspires you to deceive people like liars do
Your congregation’s an abomination
leaders with no accountability just like an Obama nation

this is an open wound that can’t fester
you take comfort in a faith that was forced on your ancestors
i have a dream too, that one day
innocent people don’t have to deal with dumb hate


cgats:
as they come through like lightning...striking the monstrosities/
with fired rockets acquired quietly...by our hierarchy/
trading lives away like it’s pokemon... but the irony/
is they’re the ones with choirs... sing liar liar with fire beasts/
serpents in the lawn...they slither to make ties/
between the government and church...the situations awry/
now my problem isnt even.... aligned with their silly gods/
i look beyond the surface...and divy the many odds/
i calculate the problems...too complicated to solve ‘em/
but i know the answers simple...im tryin to reach the bottom/
and the answer’s in our minds....so why do we dick ride?/
religion it has flaws...but hatred is inside/
if you take away the dogma...the murder will still persist/
you take away the cross...and a clenched fist will hit/
in the name of some agenda regardless...the shits sick/
quit the finger pointing and big stick... swingin and sit/
cus if i'm wrong then why the fuck... does Charlie Check ‘em exist/
the bigotry never dies...we only perpetuate it/
instead of saying satan created us...look at rapists
in the vatican...it’s saddening, to see the papal capers/
and instead of hating christians for praying...lets meditate/
it’s not a matter of debating our points...to claim the righteous/
progression is a frame of mind...and not a clash of titans/
i'm pondering the ...outcome as i write this/
we’re fighting for our freedom....but the shackles tethered tightly/
got the tools within our reach...but we ignore ‘em just to spite ‘em/
and the goal is just the same...but one is running, one is climbing/
so the other may be higher on the chain....but he ain't rising/
i say this knowing good and damn well... ill be labelled a fence sitter/
not defense-less or quittin though... i'm just spittin/
what i deem to be the logical answer.... and in the end/
unapologetic black free thinker... givin’ his best/

Desperado

J. Beazy of D.B.M.