"Ally Killa" by 1337HORD13Z
Featuring: Gigi
Remix/Parody of: "Drama Setter" by Tony Yayo ft. Eminem & Obie Trice
Produced by: Eminem
Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by: Mythix, TemptationZ, Young Korgy & Gigi
From the Mixtape: "The BG EP"
Track Released: 11/18/2012

Ally Killa (ft. Gigi)

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Emperor | Prod. Moxx1 | Luffy Rap

Intro (SMKZ)
Peerin' through, broken glass
I know, I gotta move fast
Couple grunts, in my way
Uppercut, till' they lay, in a grave

Chorus (SMKZ)
Health-bar low
Don't know, where to go
Got nothin' to show
I'm all alone
Enemies, stacking up
Down on my luck
Stuck, in a rut
Am I really fucked?

Verse 1 (SMKZ)
Frame-rate, got cut
This tacky mess up
Uppercut, that's what's up
Little mac, got the gloves
Round ain't finished, not at my limit
Omni-slash, your ass
Till' your bar, diminished
Health got halfed
Block or attack
Run like I'm flash
Stand around like your wax
Bruised, if you knock back
Fight, like a wolf-pack
Heart beatin' real fast
Movin' like you fuckin' hacked
Combo quicken, never quittin' (Never motherfuckin' quittin')
Rage thicken, you not winnin
Panic-stricken, like a chicken
Got the flames, call me litten
Feel the pain, time is ticken

Outro
I fight to make it home
I'll show you
Who holds the throne

Chorus (SMKZ) 
Health-bar low
Don't know, where to go
Got nothin' to show
I'm all alone
Enemies, stacking up
Down on my luck
Stuck, in a rut
Am I really fucked?

Break (VIKE) 
The enemies defeated
Healthbar depleted
Maybe a chance, this level be completed
But a brawl was repeated
Emerging a rage, reheated
Appearing as if we never succeeded
He spawned in, as if it was needed

Verse 2 (SMKZ)
Lurkin', in the dark
It's the ancient virus
Power from the spark
Evil, under, eyelids
The king has rose
Egyptian ghost
The curse has chose
To live in code
Chains are broke
He's come alive
To rip our lives
We cannot hide

Chorus 2 (SMKZ)
The enemy, the end of me
Defend and see, the enemy
The enemy

Verse 3 (SMKZ)
Defend until the end
When the credits roll
I'll see my life again
8-bit brawl, take a toll
On my head, load again, again
Glitched and buffered, ripped and stiched
What kind of game does this shit?
Whatever ghost that lies inside
Wants to watch me live and die

Chorus 2 (SMKZ) 
The enemy, the end of me
Defend and see, the enemy
The enemy

Verse 4 (FARO)
Yeah I feel like Akuma
Punchin' right thru ya' medulla
Big body, cold mask up like cooler
Don't need a 9-mil to be a ruler
Listen up youngin', I gotta school ya
Ion' trust none y'all niggas, no futures
SKRRT then drop ya, paid. Its uber
Throw out yo body like I never knew ya

I make it rain, nigga
fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Look at my chain, nigga
we can dog it out 

Fortune and fame, nigga
Nah all you got is clout 

L-L-Listen to what I say, nigga!
Ha, got you chokin' now


You'll never be the same nigga
Got you broken now 

We'll never be the same nigga
You don't got a crown 

Look at my name nigga,
Go ahead and fuck around 

Talkin' bout some flames
Everything you spit is watered down

Goin' lil Silver, use my mind to move these rocks, aye 

Movin' like a Shadow paint you red with both my glocks, aye 

Bullets super Sonic make you swim, I wet yo block, aye 

Fuck yo bitch while Blazed, so you know that pussy hot, aye 

Fox chase fox chase, nigga you are not safe
Hunt you with my dawgs, got you cryin' for your madre 

Blasé blasé, they try but they are not me
Acting like you him when you only say what I say 

You niggas got passion 
But all ya music garbo 
I'm a beat assasin
even fuckin' up the largo
Got his seatbelt fastened
Got me thinkin' "Oh you are slow"
Delivering the package
Guess we'll see how far his car go
Got the same effect using a speaker or a gun
Put it to your ear, and blow it out like you was trump
Trumpin' all you muhfuckas I already won
Better than you niggas and I do this shit for fun

Verse 6 (SMKZ)
Amenketsah, when you see him better run
Ruined all the fun
Ancient powers, casted shadows, it is done
Pixelated towers, on the hunt
Crossers on us, all for fun
Point his gun, bullets fly
Leaving us stunned, yuh

When I feel his heart move
It's through hatred
Hunted us like dogs, to make his bacon
Fakin' powers, rot and waited
For a victim, but we will trace it
But to when it all was wasted
But for now, we rush to fuckin' save it

Encounter

Confused Prod. Kktsuy Beats

Road to Joy

Never Get Home

Everytime I step up to the mic I got the fresh drip
new kicks, break necks, leave you in a head trip
Everytime I try to play the game a different way
they always saying sumn 'bout how I'ma fail
I'ma do it anyway, cause I'm LewRayy,
back of the race is where I came on her face, 
I mean I finished, now I'm done with the race
Every time I rise up, they try to downgrade
but I'm built for the pressure, turn doubt into sound waves
Climbin’ out the background, louder than crowd’s rage
Turned a small spark into somethin’ that’ll out-blaze
Came from the back, now I’m front-seat couch-slack, 
laid out, victory lapping, comfy after bounce-back
opposite town, down south, sound doused in a foul mouth
dial tone drone, blown dome in the chow house
doubt clouds crowd 'round, Reroute a round while I wild out
Style swings a wide bout, write schemes till they bow out
No more shout outs.
they never pick 'em up when I put 'em down, sound drowned out
say a name, they mishear it like "who?" with a loud frown
why throw the crown out just to have 'em clown how I pronounce shout?
mouth movin', it's useless, whos this? man, I'm like, "why do I even do this?
I might as well quit.
’cept every time I try to dip, script grips like vice hit
ink drips, mic twitch, B) I write where the rhymes sit
sat-at-my-desk, Under-My-Bed 
looping-the-beats till they play-in-my-head
muttering bars like I'm summoning dead
sink-in-the-zone like I'm locked-in-the-shed
That's the end of the triplets
yeah you know, my bars not the simplest
spit my shit hard, similar to vantriliquist
voice in the void, throwin’ noise, come and witness this
wicked kid, spill his shit, and flip his lid, 
(grab his dick and twist it)
I'm so twisted,
scribble sigils in the margins like a crptic glyph
like a baby smokin’ cigs, gettin’ lit off a licorice spliff,
blowin’ brains out the bong, long strings of viscous drip,
sick lil gremlin with a grin, infantile wickedness,
diaper full of biohazard slimb, what a stench he gives,
chewin’ on a plug of moldy crud, leave a sludge trail where the mischief lives,
hiccup puke bubbles, double-trouble on your wishlist, kid
Garbage-Pail filth, a tilted stilt, spilled milk on a Christmas list.
wtf man who is this kid?

Every Time

Cats in the bag? fuck that, I want cash.
so I take em out, put em in my hat
fur fuckin' up the patturn, so I put 'em back.
That's a Lesson learned.
I Stumble to the curb, tryna bargain with a cab,
mumbled out a number, but the meter did the math,
digging through my pockets for a reason not to crash
out of the way kicking pavement
getting back down with the girls from the rave
I've been locked in my brain,
Dear lord, can't behave
on my own anymore
need a girl to keep me straight
Realistically, I need strength 
to stand tall on my own 
Through a cold winter stretch
Struck a chord, hit a vein, and a power surge
now I’m buzzin’ off static, think I need a nurse
my eyeballs plucking all the buttons off her shirt
tried to shake it off but the buzzing got worse
Nurse walks in: “Relax, you’re not even hurt.”
I’m twitchin’, “girl you crazy, this feels like a curse!"
I'm fine on a bike, I could wheelie in a hellcat
90 on a freeway, hundred down a back path
swerving off the road, like I almost hit a black cat
swallowed by a ditch who was acting like sandtrap

mf sandtraps
--

Wolfgang the only one to pull up on a LewRayy track
other Hometown boys never hit me back
that's cool, every bar they drop falls flat
I level up alone while they stuck in the past with the pack.
fight myself, same combo, repeat, like I'm running a drill,
Praying one swing finally hit, flip script, for real
Chasin' who I could be, push N pull, my ego Ideal,
I appear to appeal, it's apparent that I feel no fear

Just one year, and I'm already veteren
Baby come here, you know I'm a better man
leveled up quick, now I’m movin’ like I never ran
fuck another Hook, never setting foot in Neverland
Captured the Captain and I held him Captive, 
Caged in my Castle, a hastle, the fatass
kept rantin’ and begging for truce I'm laughing sarcastic, ain't cuttin' him loose,
Locking king blot in the brig in the back of caboose
ain't no biggie, I'm back off my neuse, suicidal thoughts always could miss me
I'm Here for the legency
not for the spending spree
twisting the sounds of my words
till the ending G

I get the track all set
then I hit another dab
and I rap no sweat

Sandtraps

m 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!

I'm not a gangster, or a thug
my beanie even got a pom-pom
a wankster hooked on drugs
Eenie meenie womp womp

I'm puffin’ loud enough to make
the local wildlife call the cops on.
Did a backflip in a rainstorm,
landed clean, like “yeah the kid’s on,”

Think about my fall so much
like I'm wringing out a washcloth
hospital wheelchair,
was parrallel to matchbox car

sprinkling salt on the scar on my arm
cut it with a lemon,
concontion in all, call it self-harm
I feel like I'm dyin', Falling so so so far

theraputic methods, I don't think so I just go hard
tellin' myself to rest, but I don't sleep no I just stay scarred
now I'm skipping class, too tired, I just stay gone
watching all my grades, not climb, they fall off. 

fuck.

jot a quick bar and I nod off
no squad online and I hop off
Instead I'll push pen to the page till I hit a fucking jackpot

I'm just a kid, I want a lot, make a wish
A fancy house, with a white picket fence
a couple cars, fill a couple garage
I need a couple of broads without a couple of bras
visions in my head, every blueprint lookin’ spinoff
saving every penny, one day knock the crib off

I want a miata with the top down, 
feelin' like i'm test drivin' pure nirvana
I don't even got a license,
still hittin’ donuts like I’m catered by my mama
my mind's full of vices
Vapor all around me like I'm stepping out the sauna
("don't you mean sauna?")
I'm high like the prices
Rollin' through the city like I'm runnin' from my karma
And eveybody's gonna die
So why dont I 
get high and enjoy my life
just write my rhymes
and spend my time
doing things I like
("like what?")
I like this, I'm simply describing
the rhymes that I'm writing
(ahhh)
and songs I'm designing
(I see)
I better not step off the beat cause I'm gliding
better not test it with me or I'm sliding
better not press that repeat when you're lying
better not tell me to flee, or retire

i keep a rubber even though I never tire
led a couple kids, like I'm wired to inspire
Try to balance charm and harm, walk a thin wire 
Caught between the thrill and the guilt, it's like I can't retire

But I'll keep on goin, keep flowing
till the lights stop glowing,
I'm showing up, showing out
showing you, I'm really 'bout

anything I want to say, I say it and I say it loud
anything I don't is coming quite when it's spilling out
(what was that?)
Hook, couldnt fit it in the verse, this is underground
look, I'm consistent with the practice, check soundcloud

Filling up my files, with wild style, I'm versatile
i got silly rhymes, for daytime snacking and cracking smiles
got stories for nights of my highs, my lows, & all of the trials,
turning my thoughts into bars stacking, miles and miles

I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!


20 in 25

I been buggin out, got arachnophobia
with my Eight glazed eyes, I'll be rapping from the podium
spin a web mid-verse, caught a critic, and I'm roping 'em
my doors been open for days, now I'm closin' 'em

I've been bugging out, praying my demands, 
like a preying mantis
guillotine grip the mic when I my spit semantics
Fridge wide open, I'm pablo, cold and manic

Ye left the door cracked 
Ollie grabbed a sandwich
snatched keys from his jacket,
dipped out the back in the Hellcat, frantic.

Dragonfly vision, catch lies with a side-eye,
movin’ so quickly, think I vanished in the mid-night.
Nah, I just slide out the door for a hit like
flame to the leaf just to get right
me to the weed, like I'm zip-tied

moth to the flame, (B) just how I'm trained
I be movin' where the heat stay, N' never complain
Tip-toe in the pitch black, torch lead the way
i circle back smelling loud, it's just part of the game

I'm sorry mama,
I smoke in every song I think it's part of the mantra
I try to make you proud even when the mind wanders
I'm probably the worst little brother since Alfie.
Daddy raised a bug, now I'm out crawling the karma

I’ve been bugging out, centipedes in the cut,
I'm a hunnid steps ahead, left a bitch in the dust
still missing latest drops like I live under rock
disconnected from the media, that shit never stops

I’ve been bugging out, millipedes  in my mind,
skip the clout traps - IG, TT, FB left behind,
Snapchat for the streaks, WhatsApp for parental check-in,
avoid the doom-scrool, in my head, lessen stressin'

I'm Locked in my dorm on the xbox, bored
build a few forts, check store, but I'm poor
can't afford anymore, bought the pot, not the codes
scraping plate, making reclaim HOT with my BRO

he came with a flow, don't expect you to know
underground with the sound, he gets way below
down where sun don't show, most men won't go
your leash won't reach, you got no control
this gun gon' blow, if you step through the door

HAHahahaHAHAaaa 
I'm just kidding you know that we don't have any guns.  

we're just having some fun!


I've been bugging out
and now this bug is out.

Bugging out

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Twisted Frequency is a fictional band built around storytelling and genre-bending sound. Operating under the fictional label Sub-genius Records, the band features a cast of imagined characters, each facing unique challenges expressed through the music.

Underground independent hip-hop artist since 2010. #RapOrDie is the motto. #SubterraneanSolidarity is the goal. Founding member of 1337M0B Music/Brokesquad. One half of Bars Brothers. One half of Rhymicide. One half of Fire Flyting. One quarter of Juggernaut. 1337HORD13Z forever. Word to my big homies Big Shir & Abandonation. Word to my proteges McClain & SKNZ. Much love to my brothers DⒶMD, KBM, TemptationZ, Lief Erikson, Drac, Blizzleman, Prince Crowe, Mythix, and Twizzy.  Forever grateful to my ninth grade algebra teacher Mr. Adams for showing me the beauty of hip-hop.

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