Name: Third-Eye Focused by ᶍi₿₿Pᶍ Ꝗωȋқ ⱲǐťĐ of da 'C.R.E.A.M. Fiendz'℗
Duration: 4 min 13 s
Description: Classic like ah all original '62 Cadillac, Jack! Get wit da boom-bap from B-More, where da drum beats are made from real gun claps!

Dope shit n FAX! Letz build and unite all world-wide!

Haven't got around to recording the drums yet so they are programmed for now. This one was inspired by Motorhead's 'Overkill'

Overdose

Lyrics:

Part I
There is a minotaur,
Locked inside my head,
He wanders around my secret passageways.

No land,
No hint, 
Just a thread in my hand, 
Inside this Labyrinth.

A shadow crosses my sight, 
Where the branches break.
Then I found those crippling eyes,
It will keep me awake.

No land, 
No hint, 
Just a thread in my hand, 
Inside this Labyrinth.

Part II
Out in the darkness
He's waiting for a mistake,
I can't outrun this madness,
I have no escape.

Out in the darkness
They smell the blood of the prey,
Until the day of the heartless,
The Grave of betrayal.

Part III
When the night comes to you in a mirror,
Look around for the stone, 
You will find my name.
You will find my name.

Here 's your soul,
I give you freedom,
In the dawn,
You will find my name.
Find my name.

Part IV
No land,
No pain,
No blood in vain.

Part V
There’s was a minotaur,
Living in my head,
Sometimes I hear his ax swinging ,
But I don’t really care.

Drums: Leandro
Bass: Leo
Guitar & Vocals: Yoshi
Written by Yoshi

Labyrinth

Affligen 191123 Rmx

You should drink up to 33 beers listening to this song and break the bottles afterwards. Also, he can say it ;)

Broken Bottles (Feat. 33rd Cable) [Prod. MoonBaseBaby]

All My Time

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produced by SapFire & TheCitizen


[VERSE I: TheCitizen]

Cold bodies dropping, shoot at point blank range
Line the scope up, sike, we don't even gotta aim
Silencer won't let it sing, but it gonna bring the pain
Red paint on the tint, 5%, they ain't seeing in

CITIZEN, BHG we back again
1, 2, 3, we load fn's and fuck around with twenty clips
Me and Blake be spraying shit
Them dogs gon bark like woofers
In the club we playing bangers in
The VIP, your girl we bringing in

[VERSE II: blake cossey]

We bring her in, she go for Bens', making a flick
Shoot on her tits, said she don't flinch at chrome tips
Pass me that shit, I take a rip, we high again
Up out that Sip', don't come up with shit, gotta make it flip

Ain't off them beans, the game ain't clean, never what it seems
Between this money and weed, we steady go for green
I'm working up to redeem, my fucking family tree
B to the H to the G, give everything for a dream

[VERSE III: TheCitizen]

Hundred rounds, 50lbs, bet on black with 20 thou'
Left the bank with blue in town, my pockets can't fit it now
My bitch got them devil horns, lips gon' be my lover's lounge
After he done swallowing my kids, we need a murder trial

Bring it back in, I'ma spazz on the beat
When I break his back in I'ma look at him sweet,
Ain't no thug by the end of the day you gon see
When you up in my bed and you looking at me

We gon wrestle, .45 on me I keep me a missle
Thinking they tough when they waving they pistol
Then off of the net they gonna go be civil
Time after time, damn, I ain't playing with you
Canada trenches, you said you was in all them Canada trenches
You rich and got money and stay with your parents
So stop acting like you be living in paris

You got an allowance,
Where I come from, they won't even allow it
They snatching your shit as soon as you get rowdy
You think you a thug but all these bitches childish
So next time you see me, then try me damn

TheCitizen x blake cossey - MURDA TRIAL

Classic like ah all original '62 Cadillac, Jack! Get wit da boom-bap from B-More, where da drum beats are made from real gun claps!

Third-Eye Focused

Qwik aka Qwik Wit'D aka Da Qwik Wun came up taggin/throw-up graffin and writin/rhymin back in like middle skool (1998/1999) and he's now in his 30s. Cuz of bein on point wit a witty delivery off top or wit his infinite infantry of writtenz that rip OG MCs to smithereens, which usually resulted in obsurd, lude, imgination-straining wordplay so da alias kinda jus found its way to him naturally. Back in '05-'07, him and his homies cliq'd up and formed tha infamous Murdaland UGHH krew "C.R.E.A.M. Fiendz" (Qwik, $upreme, Stealth Lane, & Blak Flame - Orig. Site: MySpace.com/CREAM_Fiendz) and made some dope classic underground street-hop straight outta Central/Baltimore, MD, where no one was doin it like them, not even close. Straight raw, witty, multi-ridden, wordplay filled, hardcore, intelligent, metaphor-abundant street hip-hop.

In '09, on the verge of signing to a solid Indie label out of VA, brotha $upreme passed away shockingly and it abruptly put their full music endeavors on hold, and straight up ended it as a complete crew. Qwik Wit'D got it in his blood tho, so he got back on his rhyme grind and started right where he left off. His flow and sound has matured greatly and his writing skills are as sharp and honed as ever. 

Peep the newest tracks, drop some feedback, spread the word, link up to collab/network, and peep out MY NEW LABEL! (Facebook.com/iBBProFUX) ALL LIKE MINDED MCs and DJs ARE WANTED! It is all MAD appreciated. Stay tuned if you into raw UGHH wit originality and plenty of MC skills at work in each track. Keep it undaground ya'erddd! =1=

Third-Eye Focused

ᶍi₿₿Pᶍ Ꝗωȋқ ⱲǐťĐ of da 'C.R.E.A.M. Fiendz'℗

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