Original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvkyoezQXlA

Bee Boss - Haunted Chocolatier (Rizztar Remix)

Lyrics: 

They came from the struggle, leaving it all behind 
Chasing a dream, gotta’ hustle, gotta’ grind
Heart filled with hope, fire in their soul 
Every step that they take, they’re trying to reach their goal 
Crossing the border, left the past in the dust
With only one chance, it’s a must to adjust 
Learn the language, get down with the know 
With the weight of the world, man, they’re ready to go 
The immigrant mentality, rise and fight
Against all odds, yeah, shining so bright 
Sweat on their brows keeps the vision clear 
In the land of the brave they’ll conquer their fear
Working in a factory, day and night 
Future for family, keep the vision in sight
Each pound they earn, a step towards the light 
Flying like a kite, ready for the fight
We say they’re outsiders, but they’re part of our scene 
Bringing mad flavour, fuck, we’re living the dream
From the corners of the world we can unite as one 
In the tapestry of life, this journey’s just begun
So here’s to the struggle, the hustle and the grind
A shout out to the families that were left behind 
With each step forward we’ll break down the walls 
Together we’ll stand and together we’ll fall
But listen up, I’ve got something to say 
About the issue at hand, man it’s fuckin’ ma’ day
Lines are getting crossed, the laws pushed aside
The systems broken and I won’t abide 
Jobs are on the line and the pressure is real 
Taxpayer burden, man it’s hard to conceal 
Communities divided, tensions on the rise 
Complex situation, hear folks cry 
I’m speaking my mind, making myself clear
These feelings about immigration are tough for me dear 
Rules and respect, man they gotta’ apply 
When it comes to my country, I won’t let it slide
It’s not about hate, but we gotta’ be wise
Protecting our land, it’s just how it applies 
People coming in, yeah we know it’s a fight
But let’s do it right to keep the vision in sight 
Put systems in place that and there to be fair
And welcome those in need, but we better beware 
Of the balance of compassion and the laws we uphold
In the land of the brave, let this truth be told
So let’s come together, find a way to cope
Its time to be firm, and rebuild hope
To folk who abide, welcome to our scene 
Let’s poke the others out the light for them is green.


Written by Craic Heid 
 

 

 

The Immigrant Song

Untouchable produced by Kenneth English

Lyrics: 

(Guess we’re both after the same killer)
D’ya know what I mean? Lyrical crime scene,  
Words sharper than a knife, cutting through this routine,  
In the shadows I hide, where the danger resides,  
Murdering beats, I’ve got nothing but pride
Phelps on the prowl, yeah, he’s searching for clues,  
But like the Devils Son, I’m in All Black hues.  
Ma’ flows so cold, freeze time like a photo frame,  
Have cunts saying, “The Craics done it again”

Murder this mic, yeah ya’ can’t catch me,  
On the run in the dark, you’ll never snatch me.  
Murderous ink, in this game, I’m the author,  
Speak like a sgian on a lyrical slaughter.  X2

Bobby’s in blue, mad, scanning the scene,  
But I’m rolling in the deep, plotting up ma’ next scheme.  
A savage of the sound, it travels through the air,  
While they comb through the city, I’m beyond their snare.  
If a bar is a bullet, then I’m loaded with clips,  
Spitting truth in the booth, watch the fuzz do a flip
I’m the rage in the machine, you can’t  place my design,  
Got the heart of a lion, and ma’ mind is on crime.  
So let them chase ma’ shadow, let them follow ma’ sound,  
Who’s the King of the North? Who wears the crown underground?
With every word I unleash, I’m escaping the law,  
In the court of the streets, I’m the cunt ya’ can’t draw.  
Be certain, I’m lurking, the beat is ma’ turf,  
Murdering the mic since my album “Rebirth”
They say that I’m wanted, Call Me Fugitive
Stick the verse in a hearse, that’s how I choose to live.  

Murder this mic, yeah ya’ can’t catch me,  
On the run in the dark, you’ll never snatch me.  
Murderous ink, in this game, I’m the author,  
Speak like a sgian on a lyrical slaughter.  X2

Cole keeps searching, but he’s alone in the dark,  
No trace, no chance, I never leave a mark
I burnt down the stage, folk were gasping for breath,  
When the boom bap drops, am’ serving up death.  
Back to the CraicCave, where your man resides,  
Six stars, man, av’ got nowhere to hide,  
Murder the Mic, it’s all part of the game,  
Leaving no trace, just the Craic Heid name. 

This track was produced by JustKidd Productions, appreciate you brother.

Check out ItsJustKidd on #SoundCloud
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Written by Craic Heid. 







Murder The Mic

Lyrics:

Reflecting on ma’ year, twenty-four’s in the rear,  
Time spins like a wheel, truth crystal clear,  
Lessons learned, feeling burned, standing here tall,  
Fuck the struggles and the hustles, 
yeah, I’ve learned from them all.  
Puzzles of ma’ past placed far and wide,  
Had ma’ share of the storm, still am’ riding the tide  
Fuck the drama, the brain, the pain in ma’ mind,  
In the chaos of the trail, see the strength that I find.  
Twenty-four’s done, end this purge with haste 
Step to twenty-five, ready, steady, let’s race, 
High horizons, burning bright, future in sight,  
Got the grasp of ma’ past, standing fast to the fight.
Speak with the stars, paving paths to the skies,  
To a universe of dreams where ambition never dies,  
Got ma’ circle close, we rise and we thrive,  
Getting after the grind, keeping the hope alive.  
Hungry like Hendrik with the ball at his feet
Put the rhythm in folks souls, feel the heat of ma’ beat,  
Twenty-five’s ma’ canvas, it’s time to take flight 
Paint ma’ jet all black, it’s my colour alright?
It’s been a mad year with more downs than ups,  
Life’s a bitter brew from an empty cup.  
I’ve found peace in beats and the rhymes in my mind,  
They’ve been a lifeline, am’ not done, lets unwind

Ma’ Dad’s laid up, dealing with time’s cruel grip,  
Watching him fade away, man, it’s an evil trip.  
Legless, restless, confined to that bed,  
Heart heavy with memory, thoughts filling with dread.  
Still, he smiles, man, he shows no fear,  
In the eye of the storm, he’s the one who steers.  
It’s hard to see him struggle, but his characters bold,  
A warrior in silence, heavy wisdom like gold.  
He taught me to endure, to stand when I’m weak,  
“You’ve got one shot Iain, it’s the strong that speak” 
So I’d lace up my boots and step into the ring  
With every punch that I threw, man, I threw it for him. 
But training beats talent when talent won’t train, 
No cunt in the world will remember this name
It’s a saying that haunts me to this very day, 
Take care of your youth before it slips away
Feelings clash, in the battle of the heart,  
Selfish and sorrow, where the fuck do I start?  
Am’ wishing for relief, but I’m here with ma’ fear  
Wishing for his comfort, but am’ drowning in tears.  
I want him to endure, to keep strong in this fight,  
Yet every single breath is like a thief in the night.  
I wrestle with the notion, what’s best for his soul?  
Is it my own desire, or should I let him go?  

When I’m on the track, I’m like a pig in shite
But the silence reminds me of the battle I fight.  
Every bar’s a confession, every verse a release,  
Searching for redemption, heavy yearning for peace.  
Life’s a mad game, move calculated with care,  
The clocks ticking down like the “Woo” of Rick Flair 
The Craic whispers stories, secrets buried in stone,  
Here’s a word from the wise, you’ll never walk alone. 



You'll Never Walk Alone

Lyrics:

(It’s a spiel to know, age my mind)

City lights flicker, pulse heartbeat,  
Streets alive with whispers, where the dreamers meet,  
Passing me by, it's the rhythm of the night,  
Neon signs, grown men start to fight 
Jaws drop heavy when they dance a square go,  
it's a concrete jungle. It's all that folk know.   
schemes hold teams, there's yer chance to be bold
But deep down ya' know, this shits getting old.
Joints burn slow, under moon’s silver gaze,  
Red eyes like jedis, lemon haze,  
Laughter cuts silence, like a shank in the park,  
fuck, you're all still young, get home before it's gets dark 
mixing up yer' dreams with a hint of despair,  
Hope hangs in the air but it’s fragile, beware,  
Anything can happen with the thrill in the stare  
Yet the clock keeps ticking like a game of solitaire.  

(It’s a spiel to know, age my mind)

Enhance yer' glance, pass the spark that could fly,  
Is this bird for the night, or is this bitch for the sky?
The weight of the world rests heavy on her back
As I dance through the moment, heavy searching for craic.
The life of the city, a heartbeat so real,  
reality’s a cage. man, it's hard to reveal  
We chase the unknown, but we’re bound by our fears,  
Navigating laughter, masking our tears.  
This clubs a cathedral, where lost souls convene,  
Each face a reflection of the life that could’ve been,  
pills pop, dreams spill on the floor,  
social connections, like waves on the shore.  
Underneath the surface, the currents run deep,  
Promises linger, most are hard to keep,  
You're chasing the night, but it slips through your hands,  
Grains of sand, lost in shifting lands.

(It’s a spiel to know, age my mind)






Dreamers Meet

Lyrics:
I was trapped in a box, locked up like a vault,  
Closed-minded, wound tight, at the light, I would halt,  
Thought the world was a stage, so I played the role,  
Limited views, couldn't see ma' soul.  
The Streets whispered wisdom but I turned a deaf ear,  
Walking blind through the fog, heavy consumed by ma' fear.  
But then the universe shifted, and the planets allined 
I met some good cunts and they opened ma' mind.  
I guess it's true, what Ringo said,  
We all want to be free, from the chains in our head.  
Vulnerabilitys the key, gotta rise from the dread,  
Now I'm living out loud, no more silence instead.  
From the heights of my thought to the mic when I drop
Every lesson I learned and all the battles I fought.  
Conversation is vital like the roots of a tree,  
Found strength in my title, now I’m finally
free 
Used to judge by the surface, now I seek for the truth,  
Peak through the layers, got the wisdom of a tooth 
Socially awkward, but now I try to connect,  
In every moment, I reflect and respect.  
So here’s to the journey, the growth that
I’ve gained,  
Mentality shifted, no longer constrained.  
From the shadow to the light, what a fuckin' ride,  
Got pals by my side, now I’m living with pride.
Lifes a journey no two paths are the same, 
don't compare yourself to others cause' it only brings pain
that's the common thief, robs your joy away,  
Like a pig taking flght, it leads your mind astray.  
Craic Heid wisdom, spitting knowledge with the pen,  
No need for a mask, still, concealed from the trends.  
Each journey’s unique, like the fingerprints design,  
fit in their shoes? you’ll just lose your own shine.  
the bell rings on time, then they try to confine,  
But I saw through the stain, let ma' time be mine
Ma' worlds filled with darkness but am' the light that ignites,  
I've found my own way home and now I'm hitting new heights.  
Rejoice in the voice with each step that I take,  
Craft ma' own path, yeah, stay wide awake.
Yous' want normal but I’m breaking the mould, 
It's the Iron of the Mic spitting wisdom so bold.  
Each verse a reflection, Capone of the Beat,  
In the middle of shite, I won't accept defeat.  
I'll dance with my demons, and turn this pain into art,  
From the depths of my soul, I’m searchin' for spark.  
So raise your voice, let it shatter the ceiling,  
In this game of existence, you need to chase the feeling.
Living out loud, ya' can’t hold me down,  
I’m the king of my thoughts, I wear the gold crown.  
bittersweet sympathy, unique sound,  
Rejoice in your voice, let your lost be found. x2

Mixed by Aspect. https://www.instagram.com/aspect852?igsh=MTBpZmNlMHU4NXk4dg==

Living Out Loud

Ristar - Crazy Kings (Boss Theme) [Remix]

lyrics:

It's the Craic on the track,
call me Spidey of the City
swinging through this rhythm 
red heads think am' pretty
rocking air max like I'm playin' with Kobe 
Rough like Wranglers, man, ya' can't control me
Crews like the Wu, We strategize without fame 
Witty, Unpredictable, Talent, and Natural Game
Feelin' like Fleck, there's chaos in ma' mind,
I've got the world on ma' shoulders 
Am' taking ma' time
swagger like jagger, can't stop, won't flop
life must be nice when you stay at the top
am' deekin' this game, it's looking quite bleak 
so called Emcees? you don't even speak
lost like a Jedi in a Trainspotting scene,
'yer chasing the high, ya' missed the meaning of "Cream"
Am calling cunts out from the land of the tartan 
It's gonna get rough, cunt, am' only just startin' 
where's the heart for your art?
Just a bunch of fuckin' actors playing their part.
Be smart, am' here to set shit straight 
Kneecapping these clowns, so don't be late
Talking like you're tough, but I see through this facade,  
Entourage a mirage, yous' ain't that bad.
Accept the king’s head? Throw stones at his throne?
Unknowns on loan, enough said, 
drone the zone
Keepin’ hate alive, bet your pockets feel fine, enjoy your time
living blind and confined.  
Your style’s cheap, heavy fucked at the seams, 
Asking for porridge, on your knees for your dreams.  
Your sound leaks, without any rhyme,  
What a fuckin' cheek, you're wasting ma' time.  
Your hate fuels a fire that will burn you out,  
am' Freed from Desire and like Screamo I shout.  
I was sitting, chilling, rolling, toking up on ma' smoke
Then the Craic saw a joke, there's some folk you don't provoke.
Riding a wave, but you will drown in doubt,  
Its the Iron of the Mic, and am' calling cunts out.  
Lyrically equipped with ma' family's sword 
You lads are lost, like a tourist abroad 
applaud the purest, it's only clout that ya' chase,  
Pass the Mic, I'll rip the roof of this place, 
So kneecap the ambition, I’m dismantling this crew,  
Kevin, Perry and Bleatherface too.
Alright lads, I've got a message for yous'
If ya' lose, what ensues, will streets become zoos? 
The woke need to wake up, hear the Craics Heid's call,  
The suits are stalling, the islands are gonna fall,  
they’re selling us out, playing us like fuckin' fools,  
Caps' caught in the noise as the house breaks the rules.

And fuck that wee prick Bob Vylan as well, talking about "you can't have your country back" you'll be asking for your fuckin' jaw back if you ever run into me, boy.



Kneecap

Lyrics:
Man, I always feel right, the inspector of the night,  
Steel toes on, always stayin' outta' sight
Brother got spilled when his blood hit the street,  
Now am' locked in a rage, burn the boats, no retreat.
Grew up on the D-Block, allure sure screamed  
A crazy horror movie, cunts are livin' the dream 
Got a mind in a craze, plotting every move,  
Killer instinct, got nothing to lose.
Sluts whisper secrets, so I listen, real close,  
got names in ma' mind like a demonic ghost  
Each step that I take, there's a prick of ma' of the past, pain like a badge, beef built to last.
Sneakin' through the alley, every shadows  ma' friend  
In the weekend wars, there's no time to pretend,  
Dead man's shoes are gripping tight on the ground,  
I'll make ya' a promise, your son won't be found.
Revenge is a dish, cold as ice,  
as soon as ya' slack, you roll the deadly dice,  
I’ll track yas' down, like a wolf on the prowl, the huntin' owl, hear ma' vengeance growl.
Eyes like a hawk, got a vision, mad clear,  
Every move that ya' make, I’m the hunter, you're the deer,  
A symphony of chaos, orchestrated by pain,  
In this grim ballet, only one will remain.
The faceless man, Balerion's breath,  
names on ma' lists, dancing wi' death,  
The heartbeats a countdown, time slips away,  
They took ma' brother, now these cunts are gonna' pay.
A killer on the hunt, ready to unleash wrath,
I walk a dark path  
This ain't no regular Novella, ma' fella',
I'm here to cause' an upset, Matt Serra the Terra'
Parked on the corner, East ends all green,  
Flat block rising, where the gangsters lean  
Junkies bicker 'bout pennies on the pavement
Cigarette smoke, am' here to make a statement.  
Eyes on the door, watch the dirtys unfold,  
Good girls of the game, without coats, they must be cold
Inside, they're seshing, getting their heads on,  
There's some kids outside, I'll wait til' they're gone.
Chilling in ma' motor, while the city sleeps,  
Counting down the seconds and the secrets it keeps,  
Ash falls like time, the night’s creeping slow,  
Thoughts in ma' mind, like the Firth they flow,  
I know the routine, they’ll be fucked in a minute,  
Then it’s show time, and I’m in it to win it.  
Grit in the box, yellow bricked dreams
Life’s a mad game, or so it seems,  
These lads in the flats, they think they’re the best,  
But I’m revised for this test, depressed on the quest.  
I've been plotting for weeks, why they chill and unwind? These fools think they're safe but am' stalking their minds
Got the weight of my brother’s blood, heavy on ma' hands,  
The sound of his laughter, now deep in the sand
They've got their heads in the clouds, tripping on shroom,  
am' the Baron of Hell, bringing the doom.  
So I creep to the door, silence sticks to the air,  
Each breath a reminder of the love that we shared,  
am' the Dead of the Night, eyes still like a shark  
I've got the rage of a hundred, hear ma' bark.
So here’s ma' final act, as I step to the door,  
I've got the sawn-off in ma' hand, ready to explore
Its time to reign chaos, this storm won’t cease,  
Tonight I'll see ma' brother and find ma' peace.  



Dead Man's Shoes

Produced by Syko:

https://sykobeats.com

Lyrics:

Don’t give a fuck what your friend thinks/
That's why her fuckin ass flat and her breath stinks/
Send a cashapp, tell her buy some tictacs/
Why I need a fucking hazmat when she says things/
Never listen to opinions, I can form my own/
I get bored, pull a sword from stone/
The pedal floored in a Ford getting lovely dome/
I’ll raise a bitch from the dead just to jump her bones/
Hit ‘em with a head kick call me Cro Cop/
Stick ‘em with a lead dick in they balloon knot/
Sick ‘em like a mean pit, I could chew rocks/
Shorty post a thirst trap, suck it like a juice box/
Settin in the front lawn with a Budweiser/
Butt nekked, gun drawn in a sun visor/
Wreckin in a dark alley like a drunk driver/
Tripping at the Trump rally yelling fuck Pfizer/

I could drop a whack verse, make a thousand bucks/
I can’t count, I just stack it up/
I just met a new shorty, and she down to fuck/
I spin her round, then I stack it up/
Heard you got a new track, boy you album sucks/
Turn it down lemme it stack it up/
All you other MCs hang around my nuts/
It’s no shame, spit flame, I just stack it up/

My rhymes hot like a burn pit/ 
Bars drop on your head like some bird shit/
Hotter than this one chick I used to work with/
You're a butthole, I’m a wordsmith/
Everybody jealous of me, got the gift of gab/
The gay rizz, lemme kiss your dad/
It’s straight bliss, ate swiss off your sisters ass/
You know your words ain’t shit, you should stick to math/
On the path, burn gas like I’m king of the hill/
I kick back after sniffing a pill/
I'm getting top from a thot while I’m gripping the wheel/
You prolly squeal to the cops, that’s the art of the deal/
Heard you got a big mouth but you guys faking/
Make me kick the door down like a ICE agent/
Prolly get yer dick pills from the gas station/
Bitch your money ain’t real, Sam Bankman/

Yo ass dirty, you should wash it/
Turn 30, still pissing in the ball pit/
MCs getting bagged like some dog shit/
I’m a short king, you're a tall bitch/
Waking up in a bed with the love of your life/
Make you regret ever touching a mic/
Get thru your head what I said, here’s some loving advice/
Better watch me round your girl if you ain’t fucking her right/
Get your face blanked out like an NPC/
I lay waste to a MP3/
My shorty said she wanna leave but it’s NBD/
She prolly only got a week before it’s burning to pee/
Pull up on the lawn mower going top speed/
Baby get my leaf blower and some iced tea/
Put a gun up in your mouth, and I may squeeze/
I’ma bust up in your couch, JD/

Stack it Up

words that rhyme. producer info in description, please check them out

Stack it Up

Kupo