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

Song says it all.

Written By: J.Beazy D.B.M.
Performed By : J.Beazy D.B.M. ft. Kdub (of BlackLightCity)
Beat Produced By: Sinima Beats
Produced By: The Tool Room

copywritten

Struggling To Survive

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

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

Our official twitter account: @RyukenVs 

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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/

Struggling To Survive

J. Beazy of D.B.M.

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