LORDS OF FIST CITY
RETSUDO LOVELY

Beat by T.Hoar - "Postal Roots"
Lyrics & Performance by Retsudo Lovely

Lords war hordes and settle scores without reward,
now served fantastic gaiden-type-champloo-shit from T.Hoar.
In LA the streets are cracked and swollen,
this ronin stalks across 'em, and you know this Lord is holdin’
some drug shit- and some fully loaded glock clips.
Now Twenty's grabbin’ all your shit up with his long mitts.
How can I not have a “sweet 17” right by my side
when man and gun match one to one from here to Riverside?

Retsudo Lovely, Samubri Ronin
I’m finding life in death, sometimes slowly,
like when I fail to catch my breath.

Got Lovely feelin' like an honorable death is a kindness.
Fuck around with "Car Wash Laser", catch some temporary blindness.
Retsudo Lovely walks high, white path between the rivers.
My twin sons’ shisogan eyes be givin' fake MCs the shivers.

The Ronin Samubri-
Lords born ready to die.

Crossing deserts, feet cracked and blistered,
Dehydration, deprivation, disrespecting your sister.
My enemy: the Sun, the source of us all;
damned celestial inferno lightin' up this spinning ball.
I suppose I rose to find one’s master's one’s own self.
Everything comes back then the whole damn thing’s blown to delf…

One thousand spines rest above my mantelpiece,
but still runnin’ round down 6th Street lookin’ for suckas to fleece.
Concealed pistol well-oiled from maintenance that’s proper.
A rich’s boy’s name engraved on every hollow heart-stopper.

My stove-top’s got hot knives and a kit to keep shit icy.
This Lord’s sword’s for sale, but that bushi shit is pricy.

The Ronin Samubri – Lords born ready to die.

I’m finding life in death, sometimes slowly,
like when I fail to catch my breath.

Leap in and out of the earth again; skies crumble and fall.
Sometimes I feel like my back’s against the wall…

Not been sleeping again…

(Drug-addled swordsman in white robes of Aloeswood…)

Retsudo Lovely

Lords of Fist City
Behind the Scenes 
(Deathwish Remix)

Music / Beat by T.Hoar - "Deathwish5002"
Lyrics by 20dirtbag & Retsudo Lovely

[20D] 
I'm jumpin' out from behind the scenes, 
flashin' green through the night sky. 
I drop a hundred million miles high 
all in the blink of an eye, so comprehend the reason 
fake MCs runnin' scared- 'cause it's huntin' season. 
Catch me lookin' for chumps, watch me fire at will 
lyrically assassinatin' muthafuckas for real. 
They call me Twenty Dangeristic, wonder have you heard? 
Another fuckin' fallen statistic with my each and every word. 
And that's ten right there, I guess y'all fuckers should'a known. 
"Killed By a Man About Twenty Times Better Than Me" 
is gonna be written on your tombstone. 
You're dog shit, while I attack without care. 
I leave the scene puffin' smoke with my fist in the air. 
I'm bailin' out without discussion, hypnotic percussion 
helps me dis-a-fuckin'-pear without facin' repercussions 
while my smile lingers on like a Cheshire Cat, 
stupefied n' swattin' flies 'round your head where I shat. 

[B Love] 
Controllin' shit right behind the scenes, 
pacing back and forth on the balcony, 
master of puppets, sorcery and alchemy. 
Black silk kimono and ashen eye sockets, 
mugshot looks pissed as hell like in a police docket. 
Lit only by smartphone and coffin-nail cherry, 
might show you my "9" if you fuckin' dare me. 
Jaws and claws, prehistoric fuckin' cave bear B Lovely, 
a terrifying reveal found by digging too deeply. 

[Chorus] 
BEHIND THE SCENES. 
Behind the scenes... 
(Packin' cold hard cash, full clips, and all the data...) 
Behind the scenes... 
(You didn't know I was blood-bonding all your lovers...) 
Behind the scenes... 
(Twenty D and Brian Love burying hookers just like the Cinco Brothers.) 

[20D] 
See I gets down like that, plus got a message for police, 
fuck this city run by pigs, it's war, plus time they rest in peace, 
I seen 'em take a life on a night like this, 
oppress the weak and innocent, don't you try to resist. 
I keep my high beams beamin' watchin' for them fucks 
and blow a smoke cloud 'a dirt and drift past they' trucks- undetected. 
Twenty D, steppin' in: watch me smebbin' unaffected. 
BEHIND THE SCENES. 

[B Love] 
It's by design you're misaligned with how I do, 
goal is pure, hand is steady and marksmanship true. 
Packin' cold hard cash, full clips, and all the data, 
not afraid to spray hot lead rather than see you lata'. 
You didn't know I was blood-bonding all your lovers. 
Twenty D and Brian Love burying hookers just like the Cinco Brothers. 
Running cunning programs, cramming memes deep into your genes, 
Lords of Fist City, masterminds behind the scenes. 

[20D] 
Get out my yard with that shit you be draggin' around, 
your sound is background noise, you claim you' holdin' it down, 
I think the only thing you' holdin' is hip-hop back 
we're liftin' off, drop weight, too late for counter-attack, 
and that's when, very much to my delight, 
you fell a million miles to Earth, I hope you're not afraid of heights. 
City lights down below cast an ominous gaze, 
city streets are hot at night, but yo, tonight they're like a maze. 
'cause I'm- 

[Chorus] 
BEHIND THE SCENES. 
Behind the scenes... 
(Packin' cold hard cash, full clips, and all the data...) 
(not afraid to spray hot lead, rather than see you lata'.) 
Behind the scenes... 
(You didn't know I was blood-bonding all your lovers...) 
Behind the scenes... 
(Twenty D and Brian Love burying hookers just like the Cinco Brothers.) 
BEHIND THE SCENES.

Behind the Scenes (Deathwish Remix)

Lords of Fist City
Mentholated Reefer

Beat by 20dirtbag
Vocal Melody by Optibot
Lyrics by Optibot, 20dirtbag, Retsudo

[Optibot]
Must have been twenty of us
in the back of a microbus
in the park n' right on the south side.
First time I smelled the kind...
hell-bent to melt my mind.
We're packin' a piece with a sheaf
of the sweet green leaf
in the bowl, grab a hold, take a pull.
I hit that pipe just as directed,
virgin lungs left unprotected.
But I held it in as long as I could-
there was a pause, then I understood.
Deep down in my viscera,
a missile struck, the jig was up.
I mean that somethin' struck like a bomb.
Duck & cover and please remain calm,
it merely knocked me down.
I woke up just a tad unsound...

[Retsudo]
It's a small price to pay for that glee in my day.
If Mary Jane was a man, I'd have to be a little bit gay!
Good thing she's a honey, and speaking of ambrosia
I know you wants to come a little bit closer.
(Yes I do, yes I do...)
Sometimes Love loses clout when that Mentholated Reefer 
makes me forget what the fuck we were just talking about.
(It happens from time to time, and I'm going to have to go ahead and apologize in advance for that.)
Now I'm thinkin' Love could be a little bit higher...

[Optibot]
((CHORUS))
Said take care when you want to get high:
you got a fat sack and a stash close by.
Make damn sure when the mood ain't right
you got a loaded pipe and it's ready to light.

[Retsudo]
(Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do...)
Oh, what a country! I finally feel so free
'cause I went to the clinic and for a reasonable modest fee
I explained I expected a license to be given
as the kine dramatically increases Lovely's will to be livin'.

[Optibot]
When I started to rise I was thrice my size.
If I stared real hard I had X-Ray eyes.
I could detect lies, and dematerialize,
and re-materialize in a clever disguise.

[20dirtbag]
Give away all your fears
take a listen to me
fire up some Mentholated Reefer
with B Love & 20D.
It's the cool satisfier
from beginning to end
Opitbot up in here too
we're tokin' on a special blend.
Spendin' all my time blazin'
still a handsome young man.
Might find me dancin' on the ceiling
followed by shittin' on the fan.
Can the attitude, brother.
This will ease you real kind.
Like lines of latitude: horizontally inclined.
Find me my damn mind,
I'm rather lost without it...
I gather dust and weed and rust
there ain't no doubt about it.

[Retsudo]
-as a stand-up fuckin' citizen.
I gots the prescription for the cloud 
your head should be sittin' in.
(yes I do, yes I do...)

[Optibot]
((CHORUS))

[20dirtbag]
My ambition's too be free,
my aim's to find a lighter.
Ready for lift-off, ignition.
Pass me that igniter.

[Retsudo]
Toke the smoke of the weed I need.
Let's roll a Hog Leg. Toke that Trainwreck
'till you scream out: "I'm Old Gregg!"

[Optibot]
I knew right then I was bound for glory.
Well it's day one of an epic story
with a great groove and a dope refrain.
Lean close and let me try to explain...

(((CHORUS)))

It's such a nice night to puff the pipe
so I'd like to propose a toast to the host
of that smoke-out in that microbus,
and say: "thanks from the other nineteen of us."

Yeah...

[Retsudo]
(...and we're not fuckin' around...)

[Optibot]
(((CHORUS)))

Mentholated Reefer

[most self hating rap ever]
LORDS OF FIST CITY
NOTHING BEATS CRAZY
Beat by T.Hoar - "Crazy Alvarez"
Lyrics &amp; Performance by Retsudo Lovely

[Retsudo]
Tiny spotlight's not quite the light to write to,
but crazy pills ain't workin' and I'm frightened of fighting you.
Phantom firetruck sirens and babies shrieking,
crib is brand new but every footstep brings creaking.
Freaking out- I'm fuckin' nuts, yutz, putz, busted by every examiner.
Damned by her fully accurate assessment.
Unholy tattered vestments, no measurable investments.
Not been sleeping again; drowning in brew.
Knowing very little and getting that part wrong too.
Gold bless my crew.
Stumbling neurotic drunk stinking with vices, devious devices,
punk rock indignation at obviously true accusations.
Artificial sensations and idiot savant inspirations
peppered through selfish childish terror and madness,
and sadness
that's fully unsympathetic.
Pathetic.

Why waste your time considering a dithering withering slithering
fat parasite writing hateful rhymes by candlelight
deep in blackest night times?
That's the right time
for pointless self-reflection.
Infections from sedentary behavior.
Still slaver spit and hunger for some justice
out of this fucked up spinning ball,
but don't deserve it. Getting served it.
Foolish and wicked. "Hey Dickhead"
is quickly becoming a viable alias.
Who's the craziest fucking paranoid swordsman around?
Black bloody tears and tattooed frown.
Don't find out about me 'till I'm six feet underground.
Please... Please... Please....
(Don't find out about me 'till I'm six feet underground.)
(I'm six feet underground.)
(Please...)

Night terrors and errors in short term memory,
unpleasantries, self-absorbed forgetfullness.
Love was processed through the Concinnitron Collective,
readout came back: ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT.
Crapulence envelopment. Pink elephants. The hell is this:
NOTHING BEATS CRAZY.
Gold plated nickel plated iron fist
can't compete with insanity coupled with mortality.
Finding life in death is, of course, another fallacy.
Dumb motherfucker caught again. Taught nothing.
Fucking upchucking at nine A.M.
Leeching ends from family &amp; friends.
The system depends on pulling your own weight.
No fate, just an ingrate reprobate incarnate.
Aggrivating inebriated hypocryte.
A malcontent miscreant largely irrelevant cunt.
This requiem is little more than monkey grunts.
Jhor taint, war paint, and ethanol.
Only a fool would make his enemy the sun,
it is the source of us all.
Who's the craziest fucking paranoid swordsman around?
Black bloody tears and tattooed frown.
Don't find out about me 'till I'm six feet underground.
Please... Please... Please....

[Optibot]
Two AM and I’m up all night again despite the help of Ambien or Lunesta
or the best of the rest of the chemicals marketed to help a motherfucker sleep
but not this mad cat, phasing in and out
mind milling hard on some gravel grist to ponder about
what gestalt faults lurk in the deep vaults of my unconscious?
what sad shadow battles shatter peace in the darkness?
grey ghosts prattle at their host and banish any hope of rest as they rattle in my head
guess maybe I’ll sleep when I’m dead...

Nothing beats crazy...

Nothing Beats Crazy

LORDS OF FIST CITY
1 RHYME 2 GO

Beat by 20dirtbag
Lyrics by 20dirtbag
Performance by 20dirtbag & Optibot



One Rhyme To Go

LORDS OF FIST CITY
L-TOWN

Beat by T.Hoar - "L-Town2"
Lyrics & Performance by 20dirtbag & Retsudo Lovely

L Town

Tonight I Dream

LORDS OF FIST CITY
Human Element

beat by T.Hoar - "Orange Sarsparilla"
lyrics & performance by Retsudo Lovely

Blind minds grind against the cosmos mechanism,
empty vessels vexed by empty schism.
Grinnin' devils bevel stark marks in bones,
sharks smell blood n' plasma miles away from split domes
and circle relentlessly. No fallacy of epiphany,
just bloody dread purpose falling in waves of three.
Human element hell-bent on forging pattern and purpose-
what's worse than us? Asteroids don't cuss,
space dust don't fart on the bus, outer crusts
of planetary tectonic type shit don't ever bust bullets.
Stars can't be 'full of it'.
Bullies faint at the massive scale of opposition,
each man a cosmic physician with no position.
Wind whistlin' ain't talk, and fission don't listen.
Tiny spherical prison containing all feeling,
and without your consent life is forward leaning
while each one of us injects meaning into the darkness of mere being.
No use fleeing. Born screaming.
Sharp and desperate inhalation of breath our only greeting.

Human Element

LORDS OF FIST CITY
EMPTY THRONE (III)

Beat by T.Hoar - "Beef Pie (2test)"
Lyrics by Retsudo Lovely

(Ultra 2011 mixdown!  I'll keep redoing it until all love it or perish before me!)

<<<LYRICS>>>

Am I a little more wise, or just more older?
Retsudo Lovely's knives are hot,
but his heart is colder
than black ice in Alaska.
Bong hit bastard.
I've found that he who eats another faster
and who's crasser is the master
when civilization blasts away
like so much plastic and plaster.

This is pure madness.
Dissociative sadness.
I can feel my inner badness...
both cruel tempter and confidant.
Bravo and bon vivant.
Callously delivering euthanasia
via unpleasant truths, painful truths,
insane muttering and straight razors.

I can't relate to you motherfuckers.

Duck under cover...
What a terrible night for a curse, shifting eyes...
wondering when I'll be served a phantom surprise-
not sure whether to hope that he'll be real or not,
don't give a fuck about anything instinctually but I'm still caught
wanting something from society,
and not a damn thing in this world of man comes for free.

And you know that shit is real,
now approaching mass appeal
and how it feels erupts in cold peals
of mad scientist-type laughter.
When I bust a line I wipe away one eye right after;
one oily tear. It's my own mind I fear-
wants to marinate in poison, insomnia and nihilism.
I find the fields and halls of man to be a prison.
I'm just a fucking deviant...
Ronin staring at an empty throne...

...But I look around at my hopeless brothers
and I see I'm not alone.
(I'm not alone...)

Rise up!
And raise the dissident from slumber.
I know we all slaver, spit and hunger
for some justice out of this fucked-up spinning ball.

Leapin' in and out of the earth again...

Skies crumble and fall...

Sometimes I feel like my back's against the wall...

Empty Throne (III)

Trav Test Beats

The End of the World

Lords of Fist City are:

20dirtbag
T.Hoar
Retsudo Lovely
Optibot

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