First of all, I ain’t even want to make this shit
There’s a lot of rap cats out here faking the shit
I’m a ghostwriter, I’m the cat that you don’t see
I write hits for rappers you like and charge ’em a fee
Yo don’t get me wrong dog, it’s the cheddar that counts
But fuck that nigga ______ cause his fucking check bounced
You thought ______ your single was hot? 
I wrote that shit five minutes in a parking lot
I’m the one that your man ______ had to go and get
Cause he smoked too much lye, couldn’t write his own shit
Now ______ A&R, he on my answering machine sick
Hollering in my phone, "Skillz, can you write to this?"
Sure, for stacks, nigga, I make your act bigger
But fuck ______ and his whole label cause I ain’t never get my plaque, nigga
Jadakiss told y’all cats and that’s that
Y’all have a ASCAP or get your ass capped

Now that fool ______ can’t flow, but his crew is sick
Cause he got long dough, so wait til you hear his new shit
I did two songs for ______ til they dough got straight
And even ______ from the west coast owe me some pape
Remember the little kids, the one that was in ______ group? 
I’m the reason you thought they lil raps was so cute
I had a hundred songs on the billboard list
Ask again dog, how I got your deal on my wrist
I did done NBA cats and NFL
But I stopped in ’97 cause they shit don’t sell
Now _______ paid up cause she was owing me stacks
Who in the hell you think had that chicken flowing like that? 
I hate writing for _____ cause he take too long
Crying about the price, I hit him with two fucking songs!
Ran up in ______’s office and wrecked his staff
Cause it’s been two years and dog ain’t paid the second half

So if you just signed, trust me dog, you can’t touch it
Don’t ask your label for Skillz, cause that ain’t in your budget
Y’all cats parlay for chips, I mingle for mills
I turn your whole album into a single deal
I stopped writing for ______ cos that fool don’t get it
Looking long sessions and he punching every five minutes
Where my ones, nigga? What the fuck I look like? 
And his man ______ got mad cause he couldn’t get the hook right
I spit ______ and we don’t see eye to eye
So I feel like Lee took his rollie up in BMI
I’m the one that gave ______ his brand new sound
I did his last two albums without even writing ’em down
And for _______ from the South, dog you shook
Stop bouncing on stage nigga like you wrote that hook
You favourite rappers’ songs? I put the flames in it
Y’all keep fucking around - I’m a put this back out with your names in it!

Mad Skillz - Ghost Writer

Mc Juice - All That Glitters - The Man EP - 1998 (Chicago, IL)

Snook Da Crook drop new single titled "Numbers Over The Suckers " with Planet Asia & Ill Conscious. From the album  "Thieves Code 2"

Planet Asia x Ill Conscious x Snook Da Crook - Numbers Over The Suckers

PREORDER THE WAX HERE: www.choppedherringrecords.com/shop

Mental Dimension - Unreleased 90s Demos EP

A1 MD's Drum
A2 Kids Are Scared
A3 7 Shades Of Rage (Original)

B1 Order Of MD
B2 Booms On The Richter
B3 Help ME
B4 Ways Of The World


All tracks produced by D.McKoy


SNIPPET MIX by DJ Cutler outta Buffalo, NY -

Mental Dimension 1994-1995 Demos SNIPPET Mix by DJ Cutler

I'm a "murderer"(lyrical assassin)🧟.

Lyric Summary: “Moving in Between High Brackets @2.0”
This suite moves through estate blocks, cracked ladders, and smoky studios, refusing every imposed metric. It’s a lyrical climb through systems designed to sort and silence — but the speaker moves like breath, not to escape, but to decode and expose.
Intro sets the tone: brackets built to price breath, but the speaker moves like rhythm through concrete.
Verse 1 roots the cipher in lived experience — Croydon estate life, missing ladders, and bars written in the margins of debt.
The hook flips the frame: silence speaks, truth unpacks, and the rise is manufactured, not mapped.
Verse 2 confronts exclusion — wealth in borrowed skin, truth locked out — but the speaker moves cinematically, flexing like cipher and burning like fire.
The bridge reframes movement as exposure: not climbing for approval, but decoding the architecture.
Verse 3 is pure rupture — bending brackets, ending titles, and carving worth in ciphered silence. The rise is ancestral and celestial, not institutional.
The final hook seals the suite: the speaker fractures frames, manufactures ascent, and moves like jazz — off-grid, off-script, and off-frame.

Moving in Between High Brackets 2.0  #Hip-Hop Cipher

Psalms 35

The 45 King Feat.Latee - Brainstorm -

A compilation of my favorite Hip-Hop vinyl.

Brick City Kids- Brick City Kids

Download part 7-10 here: https://rapidshare.com/files/3713776475/NGRS_Pt_7_10.rar

The 45 King Feat.Latee - Brainstorm -

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