did anyone call the cops on this dude.... 911 id like to report a murder

random

Forever one of his best songs yet! It describes and sums him up perfectly. Witty, raunchy, inappropriate, and doesn't give a fuck!

Gampo- Prof

GrantFlows Feat The Palmer Squares & ProbCause ...
Track produced by Duggi Beats : https://soundcloud.com/j-duggi
Engineering by Drew Mantia http://drewmantia.com/drewmantia.com/Chicago_music_mixing_and_recording_studio_engineer,_producer,_composer_-_Drew_Mantia.html

SoundCloud only allowed 100 downloads... Download track here: http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/grantflows-world-don-t-stand-still-song.1845435.html

GrantFlows:
https://twitter.com/grantflows
https://www.facebook.com/GrantFlowsHarder?ref=hl


World Don't Stand Still- Feat The Palmer Squares & ProbCause- Prod by Duggi Beats

produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Drew Mantia

co-produced by Wes P
http://wespbeats.com/

vocals by Ross Augusta, Term K, & Acumental @thepalmersquares
@rossaugusta

drums, bass, keys - Wes P

keys, drumset - Drew Mantia

guitar - Pete Lombardo
@petelombardo

lyrics: http://genius.com/Drew-mantia-good-day-lyrics

The debut production album from Chicago music producer & audio engineer Drew Mantia, presented by Stank Face Records & Bonafyde Media 
@stank-face-records
@bonafyderecords

Released June 15th, 2015.

This record samples no other records.

artwork by Nick Mantia
https://www.behance.net/mantia

drewmantia.com

FEEL GOOD DL

Good Day ft. The Palmer Squares & Ross Augusta (co-prod. Wes P)

Equals remix of "They Call It" from Atmosphere.
From the compilation "Our Rapper's are Better Then Yours" released by www.philaflava.com

Atmosphere - They Call It (Equalibrum Remix)

Track 4 off of Spose's new album "Why Am I So Happy"

I also produced:

3. Feel Alright ft. Kristina Kentigian
7. Gesundheit 

Spose - Lies Song ft. Wax & Shane Reis (Prod. By Teddy Roxpin)

The Undisputed Truth

Walking Away

Jarvage Vol. 1

Rap-Phenomenon

Rows

Flow Dirt

Bounce

This was a waste of time. Enjoy.

LYRICS:
J stiffy
Ol' j stiff 
The greatest local rapper 
You don't even know exists 
With a style like K. Swiss 
Meaning it's worn and it's played 
With a name like j stiffy
what more can I say 
I'm blown away man
I'm serious 
"The kid's a wicked lyricist"
Throwin' out my name 
as though he's fearless 
But I can hear it in your tone
You're sounding a bit shaky 
Your delivery is lacking
Now your raft- I be deflating
I be sinkin' em
I really think you're dumb 
Thinkin' you're better than me?
But I'm begging to differ 
I'm sendin' him out to sea 
Before he begins to see the sun 
Cheeky cunt, fuck you and your dingy 
I eat MCs for fun
My advice to you
Is turn away and run
No, you're not great, you're lost space 
Get socked in your mom's face 
Fuck off, little bitch, 
Big shot in the dark, caught in a crawl space 
suppose you could accost some
But umm, probably not Nate
You gotta call some other lost soul
To come and massage your prostate 
I floss great, 
awfully posh, boss takes, 
his time makin' the rhymes
Flyer than than y'all on a plane 
My name is Nathan, 
Better known as Jarv number 2
Close second to the greatest local rapper known as, who?

Awww shit, I got roasted
3rd degree 
Never heard the kid
But I know he's heard of me
It must be difficult 
To be the dopest local MC
yet, you gotta mention me 
to get some likes on fb
Ohh, Jesse, we can end it now 
and it doesn't have to get messy 
But if you wanna compare wrap sheets
Grab the scale and let's see 
You got one song on soundcloud 
Wow you're so profound 
How could I have overlooked you
The greatest rapper in town
Now, Stiffler, from American Pie, right?
I mean from what I can see
You're just as dumb and equally childlike
I can see it now 
You were gassed off your friends 
Like I should try him right?
No bro, my shit is hot
And I can tell you're more the mild type 
I'm making history 
Burnin' this herb like listerine 
Brought out the massochist in me
Now bitch, admit defeat  
You cannot sit with me
Nor stand with me
Can't event begin to handle me
I'm giving your ass a pass
Now go home and hug your family 
This little bastard, J Flaccid 
Is whack, making me batshit 
I could be found drowning 
his fake ass in Lake Placid 
Fact is, he lacks actual talent 
Yet, it's as if 
He be thinkin' he can test the kid 
I best commence to smash him
Damn man, how can I advance 
When the greatest local rapper
Put a damper on my plans
He answers to no man
A tough guy in a muscle-bound bro-stance 
But fuck it
somebody has to 
put Stiffy back in his pants

While you were in Newport, New Hampshire 
With your thumb inside your asshole
I was tourin' down the east coast 
With my dudes RA and AFRO 
Who's local now bro?
Thinkin' you're pounding on the down-low?
Im loco and I'm crazy 
You're too vocal with your sound, bro
When the day comes 
that I'm finally touring Europe 
I'll be sure to send a postcard 
To the hardest local cat
I've never heard of 
Love Jarv 
It's love, I really mean this
Wow, it's truly an honor
Being dissed by j-stiffy-micro-penis
My friends who don't even rap
Rap better out back of a party smashed
Off the top of the cap 
Than you in a written, recorded track
A simple fact 
It's mathematics 
You can't handle the static 
I combat with 
leavin' you packin'
On some badly broken back shit 
I'm snappin'
You ain't got the stones to step 
I'm prone to leave your dome blown 
Bro, go home and rest 
I'm a pro with the microphone 
Flow's in check 
Inspect the method 
When I flex 
And feel your poems deflect 
Yes, you're weak man
You know, ive heard it so many times 
Stereotypical flow 
And some cliche rhymes 
Another fake toy
With a fake Drake voice 
If you wanna take the stage after me 
I guarantee nobody makes noise 
You're scorin with the ladies, huh?
Congrats, they're dumb 
You're just another whack rapper
With a faggot fucking haircut 
Mention me again?
While I commend you for your labor
I ain't hearin it, consider this a favor

Stifle

LYRICS:

Ya' goddamn slack-jaw 
Pick ya' ass up off the asphalt 
How many times I gotta pass y'all? 
Hats off to who? You know it's me- 
The bro wit the poetry, Leave a chode MC- 
Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me" 

I'm throwin' these- 
Totally proficient with flow and ease 
Go and see- noticed you thinkin'- 
You got the potency to roll with me 
Homie, you know you will get broke and beat 
I'm dope indeed 
I grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads 
Who came to see me speak? 
The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat 
Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe it 
Zoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina break 
My mama called me Nate 
I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint 
Ever since that day, nothing has been the same 
Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot contain 

Mentally, I'm better than everyone 
Never met anyone tellin' me different 
I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up- 
Even the beat isn't ready for me 
When I begin to speak in the mic 
And I'm freakin' it right away 
Never be havin' to breath 
I'm competin' to be the one 
biddin' a bitter goodbye 
to an idiot thinkin' he king 
It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out- 
But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about 
And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend, 
I'd do it and then I'd be out 
With a negative agony down in my belly 
I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies 
Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bag 
I'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty 

Tempt me 
I'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snap 
When I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sack 
I write that with an intention to bend it and lean it 
If I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean? 
It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for sex 
I finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?" 
I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest 
Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends 
Sup Teece, sup Ethan 
Hey Nate, wassup Drew 
Hey nick, what's up nick 
Futawn; fuck you 
I'm just playin baby ♥︎ I cannot be taken serious 
But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is 
Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful 
Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full- 
Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sir 
Everybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster 
Overhead, I fly like a missile 
Soar like an eagle, I'm so official 
This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle 
Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue 

If you wanna get down to the beat 
I'm the clown for the job 
You have found what you need 
I compound with the sound 
I confound and defeat 
From the nose to the toes 
From the ground to the beak x2 

If ya' just got paid 
Or ya' just got laid 
And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo 
"Hoooo" 

All the people in the place 
Who are feelin' out of place 
Who don't really wanna play say noooo 
"Noooo"

The Boiler Room

Slack-Jaw

LYRICS:

I'm going hungry 
Grab the microphone and spit the bungee- 
Chord flow, contort and control the country 
Not a lot of proceeding with portions that they brung me 
So I'm treatin weak MCs as a substitute for lunch meat 
The problem is- the time that I'm squandering 
Pondering rhymes, fondeling dimes 
Not trying to get a job again 
I wanna stop until l I start feeling properly confident 
Stomping sense into martyrs, using their blood as a condiment 
I wander in a state of oblivion 
Livid, livin' in a schism landscape 
You better not get in this man's face 
Trainin' his way to becomin' incredible 
When will it happen? I can't say 
Pay him for his damn tape, put fame on this man's plate 
No matter the case- nobody could make 
Nathan overlook his morals or forfeit or break 
Buckle or bend 
Fuck it, I've been bucklin' down 
Hearin' em chucklin' until I give 'em somethin' to suck again 
What now 

Bust it 
Seasoning the track, leaving 'em dusted 
Add a little spice, it's nice and the ladies love it 
All these cheesy rap cats'll get scrapped, trashed in the rubbish 
It's the easy mac daddy, fattening y'all up on a budget 
Crushed in - the mortar bowl, the kid is sorta bold 
When it comes to makin' a mess with the pestle, death'll unfold 
Get to steppin' bro, I ain't no steppin' stone 
Lethal weapon vocal 
Keepin' these heathens steaming like vegetables 
Healthy 
Come and help yourself to a helping that is heaping 
Muy facil, simply speaking 
Believe me- Tabasco 
So hot that I'll make hell feel like it's freezing 
Till you begin dreaming of me when you're sleeping 
Wake up, punk- time for breakfast 
Next up on the guest list, J A to the R V, set to wreck shit 
The eggs get scrambled, MCs get burnt toast 
The timer goes ding, I'm ready to eat my meal and go 

I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
Eat any punk MC 
Until I feel my meal is complete x2 

- cuts by Crusty Cuts 

Trust me, I'm gonna look really full soon

Hungry

Sleep Awake.Off of Soulcrate's latest record The Heartland Panic.


Sleep Awake

Mi Vida Local

Drown (feat. Cashinova, The Lioness & deM atlaS)

This song was written and recorded in 2001 for the Sage Francis "Sick of Waging War" mix CD. It features Eyedea and Slug on vocals. Not only was this beat produced by Eyedea, but it was also recorded and mixed in his home studio. We lost Micheal "Eyedea" Larsen in October 2010. Here is Sage's write-up about how we lost a beautiful man, musician and artist much too soon: http://tinyurl.com/TheManBehindTheEyedea

"Sick of Waging War" is available on CD and MP3 at http://biturl.net/wagingwar

"EMBARRASSED" Sage Francis feat. Eyedea + Slug

I'm Jarv. 
I'm an MC / Producer from Windsor, VT.
Sup.

Stifle

Jarv.

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