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

Bee Boss - Haunted Chocolatier (Rizztar Remix)

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.

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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

Produced by Masked Man:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Neighbors fighting thru the walls, I can hear em/
Someone else had got involved and now it’s all a wash/
All that time is gone, disappear it all, cannot be resolved//
Then I, heard him just explain it all away/
Talking like it’s just another day/
Nah, I’d never do that to you bae/
It’s all in your head, this is so insane/
And the loud voices drift off and a lightswitch then flicks off//
Take my ear back from the thin wall til the next night when it kicks off//
When a pin falls I can hear not, when that whore comes I’m in earshot//
Then she peels off and the door locks, til his wife’s home then it’s gunshots//

The ups and the downs, the wrongs the rights/
I pray for that couple like every night/
I think of something I could say to his wife/
Or pull him aside, to give him advice/
I don’t/…
There’s milk in the coffee, there’s booze in the kitchen/
The neighbors are fighting, I don’t wanna listen/
They both go to sleep and I start reminiscing/
I made some decisions I don’t wanna own/
They make me a person I don’t wanna be/
I’m out of that prison and now that I’m grown/
This shit got me hurting, disturbing my peace/
I’m grabbing the bottle, I’m twisting the cap/
I dream of tomorrow and sip from the glass/
I’m watching a brother that slipped thru the cracks/
They live in the present, I’m stuck in the past/

You’re dealing with loss, there’s nothing to win/
You’re wearing a cross, it’s burning your skin/
You gotta move on, you let it dissolve/
You’re trapped in those walls, its all paper thin/
Missing back when I could hear em fight/
Thinking maybe he could make it right/
Prolly down another bottle, bitter pill to swallow when you sleep alone at night/
And it’s alright til it’s all wrong and it’s all fights til she moves on/
Hit the gin right til it’s midnight hit the bed right but it’s not warm/
No time to recover, you’re facing it now/
He’s calling your number, he’s pacing around/
He’s pouring another, he falls to the ground/
Neighbors knocking telling me to keep it down/

The Neighbors

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

As A Kid (prod by mxtthew)

Produced by Buddy

https://soundcloud.com/rizztar

Lyrics:

Fuck noise, who you mobbin with/
Me and the boys on goblin shit/
Cost MP every time I spit/
It’s not a rock on the chain, it’s an amulet/
You got a short sword, you better brandish it/
You got a orc hoard, you better handle it/
I got a pitchfork and a lit torch/
Them hit points been vanishing/

Tryna find a white mage under that cloak/
Fuck around, make me hit from the back row/
Not a sound, put the money in the sack bro/
Roll up, leave that new town flat broke/
My lane where your girl gon creep in/
You don’t gotta keep your man-a secret/
Fantasies of her and me/
She on that action replay, cheating/
Seething, new flex with a sick car/
Ladies arms outstretched like Ristar/
Know I got the cold steeze, when it’s Buddy on the keys/
You don’t gotta skip ahead to the good part/
No glitch, code switch like GameShark/
No bitch hoe shit on my radar/
Clan is coping, left her open/
Now she’s choking, bitch I play hard/
Press start, get me back to my old ways/
I don’t roll dice bitch, I role-play/
Rappers hating on the kid, but you know they gonna click/
Cus they copy my shit like a Blue Mage/
New age, I start the fights/
Your team is ass, so ya party wipes/
I don’t need the cash, I just need the mic/
And there’s a fee to pass, it might cost ya life/

Boutta hit an MC with an ether/
Finna spin a bitch around that’s a revert/
Gonna knock her up again, that’s a rebirth/
Tryna make a bitch blow, that’s a creeper/
Had her wear green skirt when we linked up/
She got Lon Lon milk, big jugs/
My ex wants to hang, she like a boomerang/
Cus she come back quick when I picked up/
Hooked up with a brothel chick/
Had a helm, unequipped/
Chocohoe while she ride the dick/
I shoulda wrapped it up, Firaga piss/
Got a Marlboro bitch with flat chest/
Smoked 13 reds, got bad breath/
I let her sip the gin while we commit the sin/
She ain’t never been the same since her dad left/
Long text, skip the story/
Got 99 bitches in my inventory/
The game was fun, the cutscene was boring/
Hands off the gold, don’t need the glory/
Yeah bitch I’m the final boss/
Can’t be saved once the line is crossed/
And I don’t give a fuck what your weapon cost/
I put a blade thru your chest like… spoilers/

Final Boss

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