Common - Featuring Hi-Tek (Vinyl Version)

Song:  Tekzilla

Common - Tekzilla (Produced By Hi-Tek)

Mic Geronimo - Masta I.C

Group Home - Supa Star

[Intro]
Shadows slither through the slits in your shutters,
Pumpkin grins carved with razors, no flutters.
This veil thins, let the frenzy unfurl,
Graveyard gala where the damned twirl.

[Verse 1]
Coffin lids creak like arthritic knuckles crack,
Zombies lurch, brains leaking from the back.
Wraiths weave through willows, whispers whip the wind,
Spectral fingers fondle fears you've pinned.
Bats barrage the belfry, blood on the brimstone,
Ghouls guzzle guts from the gutted throne.
Candles curse the catacombs, crimson wax weeps,
Revenants rise, ripping roots from the deeps.
Your pulse? A plaything for poltergeists' pranks,
They pluck it like strings on a severed shank.

[Chorus]
Pumpkin pyres blaze, blaze through the blight,
Fiends feast on folly under fractured light.
Screams syncopate with the scythe's sick swing,
Eldritch echoes eternally ring.
(Yeah, ring!) Harvest horrors, hearts harvested raw,
Devil's dozen dances on the devil's maw.

[Interlude]
...eternal... autumn... agony...

[Verse 2]
Lantern leers lure the lost to labyrinths laced with lies,
Mummies mummify the masses under merciless skies.
Vampiric veins vamp on the vaporous void,
Incubi infiltrate, illusions deployed.
Witch's wart-webbed warts wail wicked wards,
Cauldrons churn carnage, curdled curds of lords.
Frankenstein's frenzy, filaments frayed and fused,
Bolts of bedlam bind the bewildered, bemused.
Skeletons skitter, spines splintering spite,
Phantoms pilfer phantasms in the plague-ridden night.

[Bridge]
(Call: Who knocks on the crypt?) 
Echo: The executed, exhumed, unchained!
(Call: What waltzes in the witching?) 
Echo: Writhing worms in the wormwood rain!
(Call: Feed the frenzy?) 
Echo: Flay the facade, feast on the feigned!

[Verse 3]
Demons disgorge from the dells of despair,
Doppelgangers devour the doppelganger's glare.
Harpy howls harmonize with the hemlock's hiss,
Banshees bellow, birthing bedlam's bliss.
Trolls toll the twilight, teeth tearing the tide,
Kraken's kin coil in the catacomb's chide.
Werewolves whet their whims with the waning moon's wink,
Fangs flash, flesh flensed in a frenzy's brink.
Gargoyles gnash at the gloaming's grim gate,
Infernal impalas ignite the irate.

[Chorus Variation]
Pumpkin pyres blaze, blaze through the blight-blight,
Fiends feast on folly, folly's fractured flight.
Screams syncopate, scythe swings sick-sick,
Eldritch echoes ring, ring through the thick-thick.
(Harvest horrors!) Hearts raw, raw in the maw-maw,
Devil's dozen, dozen dances, claw-claw.

[Verse 4]
Ossuaries overflow with the ossified oath,
Poltergeists pummel the porcelain oath.
Succubi suckle secrets from the sepulcher's sigh,
Lich lords loom, lichens lashing the lie.
Chimeras chaw on the chasm's charred chain,
Hydra heads hiss in the hurricane's reign.
Puppets of pandemonium, pinions pulled taut,
Marionettes maul the masquerade's rot.
Behemoths bellow from the bog's black breath,
Leviathans lash at the labyrinth's death.

[Outro Verse 5]
Apocalypses unborn in the autumnal abyss,
Nyx's nymphs nibble the nebula's kiss.
Thanatos thrashes the threnody's thread,
Erebus engulfs every ember that's bled.
Final flicker: the fog's feral feast,
Phantom phalanx, philters the priest.
This nocturne's nectar? Necrotic and neat,
Swallow the shroud, savor the sweet.
[Snarled fade: No dawn... only the devour...]

Pumpkin Pyres Blaze

No Pretending featuring Raekwon &  Big Remo ( prod by 9th Wonder)

No Pretending feat Raekwon & Big Remo (prod 9th Wonder)

War Zone Revisited

One-Two

Slick Rick - Sittin in My Car (1994)

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
For a body - now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
Gimme a hot second, and I'mma put you on
It's all messed up somebody snitching on the crew
And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
Askin' on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep
They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know
That once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you
Then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low
Once in a blue I check to see how you're doin'
I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union
They probably knock down the door
In the middle of the night, sometimes around four
Hoping to find who they looking for but they won't succeed
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
But word son, you got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers, to get their thug on but oh well
Son they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks
Oh you heard who did what, no I don't know who did shit
So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin' crazy
From windows, I see lights flashing and maybe
Somebody's taking pictures - you know who that be
Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
They put up a G so everybody's pointing fingers
And lying, aiyyo son, the temp is rising

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
What up black? Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops with wings on your back
That snitch nigga - gave police your location
We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home
Phony niggas walk around trying to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By the time you hear this rhyme you'll probably be locked up
Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up
Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac
Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
Wondering who snitched it got me losing lots of sleep
At night, you know my mouth is tight
I never sang to the cops cause that shit ain't right
Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
Damn - why the situation go down like that?
It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
And a - couple of years 'fore we see you around
But 'til then, maintain and keep your story the same
The cops is grabbing wrong niggas, looking for someone to blame
They harrassing, struggling to find the truth
There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out, cause they ain't got no proof
To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy, deliver
Me the gun, I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
Make sure it sinks to the bottom
Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got 'em
But still, but still, but still...

Mobb Deep (Featuring Crystal Johnson) | Temperature's Rising (1994)

Erick Sermon - Funkorama (feat. Redman)

Remix By: Marco Polo | DJ Cuts By: Shylow
Remix is off Planit Hank full produced upcoming "Night Before Purgatory" EP with 2 remixes as bonuses  one by Marco Polo & the other by DJ Evil Dee.  "Purgatory" drops early March, featuring Benny The Butcher, MOP, Conway The Machine, Styles P, Chris Rivers, Canibus, Lil Fame, AZ, Jeru da Damaja, Buckshot & more...
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Redman - Can't Wait

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