Jimenez

Remix Friday - 11-3-2023

bringin it back that oldschool shit 
yall aint really fuckin wit
imma be out here spittin it 
so light that shit and come and get it
i aint the hero you deserve but im the one you fuckin need
I be only droppin albums 
after smokin all your weed
and i dont give a fuck if you aint payin no attention
my doctor said doin this 
would help my hypertension
maybe yall in suspension like i be waitin for my pension
but i dont be doin this shit for real, 
it aint in my profession
im just high as fuck and havin severe demonic possessions
confession, 
i dont use pharmacueticals as directed
correction, 
i only use em for focus and clear direction
some inner reflection, 
and to further improve my depth perception
so i can murder this mic to shreds 
and drop it to catch my breath again
cop an ounce of weed 
and chop the beat until the crowd condense
skip out on the bills 
while im waitin for these royalty checks
so until then 
imma be out here methodically breakin necks 



flippin the script an spittin it
sippin on this drink i knicked
imma do it without restriction 
until this beat is kicked
decrypt the hyroglyphs 
and shift linguistics when the bass hit
revivalist
gaining knowledge from the ghosts up in my basement
ancient shit from beyond the crypt 
but you unequiped to handle it
they do exist
conflict gripped sometimes my air restricts 
i tried to escape them but the demons inside persist
we coexist
to translate the knowledge that you missed
hand picked they insist 
but that chronic got me lit
this all probly a dark holucination 
that these drugs inflict
after this 
ill drive to burgershot and give my guts a twist
fill the stomach pit 
with the shitty meat bits that they pitch
hit the back for a piss 
regretting food ill soon evict
back on innocence 
i feel like shit
this weed has got me tricked
crawl to bed sick
my eyes close
the creatures pissed

Jimenez - Use As Directed (REMIX)

Trece Locos - Bad Santa (ft. Jimenez, Lando, Clee, Layla, Wonka)
Produced by Jimenez
Trece Locos

Trece Locos - Bad Santa (Jimenez, Lando, Clee, Layla, Wonka)

Industry Standard by Jimenez
Produced by Jimenez
Trece Locos

riding through the eastside
finger on the trigger man
thought you knew its fuck your peace sign
coz i got bigger plans

i aint the industry standard
i dont let that shit hinder me
i seen all the synergy leave
the minute i crash landed

with each stride
im bringing it back and switching the rap styles
spittin the tracks as i attack in the vicinity
im baptized
my sinning ministry of illicit rhymed vowels
that you hear at electricity kill transmission speeds
from the studio rack dial

you can try to get on my level
but none of yall can fade me
thats why im in debt to the devil
and some of em fall to see what made me
you can choose to shade me all you want
coz if i lose to the music
the fallen angel will aim down and fuckin save me
they all persuade my nouns 
to get back up front 
and look for ways
to get the exact 
bevel on my metal level
take the pen and pencil to the lab 
and bury them deep inside your vessels
with deadly instrumentals

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fuck the industry standard
i buck buck from dust to dust
and bury em single handed

so what

fuck the industry standard
i buck buck from dust to dust
and bury em single handed

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redefining the complete guide
my inner self has sicker spans
brought through my dusk diseased mind
and hell's killer hands

i aint the timidly mannered
i wont drift for infinity
so fuck the negativity of your propaganda
and toxicity

with each line
im gettin the facts and rippin the flacc files
and im grippin the stacks
while youre flippin the crack vials
in the trap house
beginning misery of the unlimited sized miles
that i clear and the possibilities filled with encryption keys
by invisibility backed trials

the bureaucracy tried to stop me
the hypocrisy of the system 
but aint no apologies here
so im just another victim
but i guess thats what i get 
for stackin bodies up
in someone elses lackin chefs kitchen
and i got a flask full of raw ambition
so listen
fuck your social class prohibition
i got that ammunition
ignition
ill turn em all into ghostly apparitions
slowly emerge from coalition temples
with machete fundamentals

Jimenez - Industry Standard

Move Your Body - Laura x Jimenez x SAGE
Produced by Laura, Jimenez, and SAGE
Trece Locos

Laura x Jimenez x SAGE - Move Your Body

seconds from disaster
im the shepherd in the pasture
weathered from the pressure
antimatter measured for the rapture

my checkered interstellar past will outlast 
any fracture of an outcast in nethers' ever after

my last demonic chapter had vast symbolic factors
askin questions after heaven never answered

alcoholic tonic make me smoke the chronic faster
catastrophic logic 
splatters crowds gaspin 
at a diabolic phonic rapper
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[CHORUS]

methods from the master
records from the past that were scattered in my ashes
plastered in harmonic patterns of demonic laughter

confessions to the pastor
possession scratching at the fabric of my passion
dimensions expanding in Galactic forms or fashion 

intentions of assassins
reflections lasting in the static of my glasses
my weapons active bring the panic to the masses

progression of a felon through a philosophic passage
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tested to my limits
a descendant of the vicious
i spit the illest shit from the ancient hieroglyphics

saints and psychophysics
cocaine and analytics
my basement linguistics became an arrangement of ballistics

the bane of your existence
pain creates a lane of cynics
rains a characteristic of how i wash away the critics

fatalistic grenades slippin past these lips with a kiss
my wing tips dip into the craft of metaphysics

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[BREAK]
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minutes from extinction
im explicit by description
my conviction lives in the form of ones addiction
these visions are a flicker
reminiscent of my wicked grin
the sick and twisted hymns
from a storm afflicted sinner

my eastern philosophy
is possibly a prophecy anomaly
the thirteen thirty one keep repeatin numerology
as my demons breathe with no apology
i believe in obscene degrees
of deep symbology

foggy
every time i puff a dutch
the dust carries in my blood 
i buried all my trust
because i kill everything i touch

the filth is still the very thing i love
as my wings turned to rust
my skills is the only thing left from above

born gifted with the scripture
trigger storms vivid as a picture 
drowned your driftin down the river

my east swords precision formed from the heat of each forge
to ensure its written with incisions when delivered

[CHORUS]

Jimenez - Rapture

When my hand slips 
I blast six ballistic tips to the masses
I'm on the blacklist
a vast plan in mathematics
so I grip the last Damascus 
and bring my apparatus to slash shit

my verse passes lips havin' radiation risk
I'm a hip hop conservationist
and I'm lackin' patience in
my daily operation since we built up those relationships
my skills don't pay the bills coz its filth like you label it

I unlock information bits
I swapped installation disks
and got the indication quick
that your clique associations shift
i dunno what your situation is 
or how your reputation twists
ya one two combination missed
explanation imitation fists

my occupation be the linguist
my destination will consist of all the constellations in my grip
my plans are encrypted 
deep inside the subscript

irregular like palpitations skip
I rip perforation strips 
you fell off like intoxication trips
sell out type liquidation flips
come back when that medications fixed
but watch out for the smoke lit and scope glint 
ya drunk bitch

i shoot the gap
in pursuit of real rap
i produce my own tracks
sharpen the battle axe
I'm parkin Cadillac's
and tuckin rat a tats
spartan of my habitat
i fly the battle flag
I blur the line like cataracts
observe the avalanche
and pack ya travel bag
matter of fact
cancel that and paddle back
and get that ass rabid attacked by the gravel in my tracks

I'm a massive attack
like paradise circus tracks
finding paradigm surface cracks
with methods i unpack
grab a mac for the attack

i blast the exact origin
that orange split dead on the porcelain
I rain lead as hordes descend 
miles of pain spread to scores of men
we kickin doors again
you in war against a hornets nest
the killa bee core infest
I course correct for effect 
because I'm more direct than the rest
coz i don't even fuck with those cats
with corny raps like the chorus said

I'm Trece Loco in the fuckin head
and ill leave you wasted left for dead
ill paint the carpets red
as i achieve and manifest the heavens darkest dread

machete in my garden shed
departed heads meet the sharpest ends
you wanna battle me
you flatter me
ya betta bring a strategy
I'm the infernal kings eternal gravity 
i studied the rap anatomy
at the verbal academy
back at the apple tree
Adam and Eve handed me the gasoline
a lot of ya product out here lackin calories
its dry like cattle feed
ya'll believe in fantasies like dragons teeth
wrapped up in the vanity
a fallacy
your reality lacks an actuality
but fuck the formalities lets put it to the test
so far i aint impressed
you have no idea who I've killed for the skills that I possess
they were quick deceitful deaths
as I progress through my descent
I predict now you know 
I'm not the evil you'd expect

Jimenez - The Last Damascus

alotta sick thoughts as I talk through the pain
plot nickel plated block conversations in the rain
six o clock on the train
steady flow of cocaine snow kilowatt 
shocks to my blue faded veins
Alan Watts on the brain
life and death, lobotomies
tequila shots, thoughs of prophecies in the shade
that same curiosity threw me into mach waves
and burnt off my wings 
as i walk through the hot blaze

i gotta vocabulary to handle any
lab grown fairy tale you clone from imaginary focus
I massacre vernacular, heart attacks span the vascular
planned from drastic heavy doses
my rhymes are dense to the bone
osteopetrosis
my hard lines might need a psych diagnosis
my eyes bleed like a crime scene my mind writes these
so take notice 
of my microphone gnosis 

silly rabbit 
i got bad habits like a crack addict 
when i rap callous 
that's when malice cause imbalance
the hatchet pack you fast in a casket
to an end absent of ya hacked limbs
and racked automatics
CINEMATIC
traumatic how I'm dancing on ya grave 
on the sabbath of my sin
i been grinnin
ever since my violin been 
straight spinnin interstellar tremors
gettin cliche palates pressure rinsed 
Trece Locos linguist hieroglyphs
take aim at the heyday myths
virtuoso with the melee gifts
payday flips
they came aimin grips
but my attaché case is packed to the max 
with a sub compact and two clips
i eclipse lips
with nickel smiths
for a little bitch
that wanna taste
of the triple 6
when i scope hoes 
i don't miss
i hope this
dope shit
hits you like a hollow tip 
fully equipped desperados 
we rip this shit quick 

i got more pen academia per capita
than you word mappin Encyclopedia Britannica
I'm fanatical
light the fire for the catapult
the right apparatus for the catalyst
Prometheus to Informatica

i heard you rappin on the side
but you cant even back it up
pack it up
who is even writin your shit?
you got me actin up
you wanna bite the hand that feeds 
but ill never let you seek the satisfaction of
you wanna slight a quiet man with schemes 
that you don't understand a near fraction of

you can try to burn me up but C'EST LA VIE
I'm fundamentally a mental leap 
over you developmentally
i deliver monumental feats
you still deliver methamphetamines

from felonies to better means
I'm takin on all my enemies by any means
the ketamine is baked into all the melodies
and now it seams
your anorexic pleas
had an epileptic seize
and the anesthetic be
my poetic phonetic schemes
to Trece Loco degrees
of an apathetic me

paramedics please
there's a clean up back in aisle 3
they tried to sneak up
climb the stairs to the peak
and keep up 
but got keyed up
trapped up in the mezzanine
man you cant be cookin in my house
if you lackin all the recipes

im nasty as fuck
glassy eyes shut 
im raspy deluxe
my classy side vastly reconstructs
i tip cups in the guts
flip the cuts and dip the nuts
on you punks when i slip the cuffs to puff this blunt i tucked

drafty as fuck
from the ice up in my veins
sadly no luck
you settin any price on my name
I'm an antichrist to the fame
the height of my game
and i set my sights on the frightful rise of the pain
i try to maintain
my reprise when it rains
grey skies still remain
even after seasons change
i have a few new reasons to fill and turn the page
the demons evil reign, it deepens every single day
and sweetens sick degrees of my afflicted sinful gaze
i got a lot of unexpected rage
to uncage in many unpredicted ways
so here's a little taste
a riddle made from the haze
of my memories from back in the day

Jimenez - Poetic Anesthetic

I wasted away
in this urban decay
nothing remains
from the day I faded away
I faced the pain
and then it chased me away
I'm not the same
as i was yesterday

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my faith was taken away 
and it left me falling from grace
numbing my pain
still i trust in the rain
but its been rusting my veins 
till there's nothing to save

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The look on your face
as i stood there in flames
my eyes still ablaze
as I opened the gates

I tested my fate
and put my hands on your waist
a predestined embrace
as all the pain melts away

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my faith was taken away 
and it left me falling from grace
numbing my pain
still i trust in the rain
but its been rusting my veins 
till there's nothing to save

my faith was taken away 
and it left me falling from grace
always numbing my pain
still i trust in the rain
but its been rusting my veins 
till there's nothing to save

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The look on your face
as i stood there in flames
my eyes still ablaze
as I opened the gates

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I wasted away as I'm tortured by this urban decay
and now nothing remains I've got nothing to say
todays the day I faded away 
I faced the pain
its so deep in my veins 
it left me slippin' away
I'm still not the same
I'm still so filled with pain
just like i was yesterday

my faith was taken away 
and it left me falling from grace
numbing my pain
still i trust in the rain
but its been rusting my veins 
till there's nothing to save

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Jimenez - Wasted Away

i remember the day we met in the rain
Yeah
we had so much to say about the music we made

i remember the day when the light starts to fade
Huh...
so much for faith when i started to break

her embers ignite the turned pages in front of me
her eyes so bright with fire
they burn right through the rage deep down inside of me 
the place we found reminded me

oooh it reminded me
of your face that day you smiled at me
proud of the things you found in me

ooooh you found in me

these thoughts surrounding me
are drowning me while i wait for the angels to crown me king
you grounded me
Ooooooooooh.... you fucking astounded me
your touch was so profound to me
your voice was the sound i need
i was far to proud to bleed

far to proud to bleed
OOooooOOOOOOooooH
maybe i was blind to see
OOoooooooooHoooooOOOoooooh
maybe now my mind is free
OoooooH Yeah... Yeeeeeaaaahhh.... Yeeeeeaaaahhh
but baby you taught me to see
and now i can breathe

baby i want you to see
all the things you've done for me
OOooooOOOOOOooooH

ill never forget that day in the rain
i have so much to say 
about the love that you gave
and how I'm the one that you saved

JImenez - You Reminded Me

an evil rhymer shift the threats with pistol pressure
the speaker wire transmits effects of my twisted lectures
the sleeper cypher hit the decks from nickel records
abyssal measure
of a deeper violence when i pulled the levers
my seven letters
jimenez 
I never censor
my open letter lessons of my worst impression
their smoke and mirror defense 
it wont divert attention
freshen up the view 
just to cloak up their aggression
you cant heal an open wound
until you clear up the infection

a blessing
in disguise
quiet times and frequent flyer miles 
from high times
while im sittin fireside writin secrets with defiant eyes
i sharpen these iron knives 
with a brighter mind 
I write entire lines dipped in cyanide
i can see right through all of their defying lies 
the linguist with a lions eye
whos sharp sight sees in the dying light 
at night i hunt silent, 
i cleverly wait
and then I will pleasantly drive every one of heavenly knifes
to silence any surviving prey
violence in the driving rain
the second we die is never the end of pain
a question we fight is never the end of days
however the dead have ways

forever my fate
and doubt
is never the case
my vowels
forever to blame
im proud
to never be fake
my crown
placed in the ashes of the wake
and ill face any factions standing at my castle gates
the verbal assassin 
and yeah
you know the name

Im an I dont give a fuck type
the pack you slumped in my trunk type
you just might be facing
hades when im blazin
my ladies gaze persuades me 
but tonight i take my reign raisin hell with cenobites

crusades of broken mics
these grenades are an explosive token
of my unspoken hopes from angelic heights
im devoted to this apathetic life

i see exactly who the fuck you are
every time you try to write
and again every time i sit and take a shit and use the 3 ply to wipe

i see your blind to the signs 
i must of been the blinding light 
i heard your deaf to replies 
but i aint the signing type
i just need the night time 
to lead my violent life
these bladed knives got me denying lives when i arrive
coz i just aint the dying type

when the time is right
my writing style will become the dividing line between demise and the afterlife
my devices erase reactor sites
my place is engineering nukes and faster fuses to let loose obscene disaster types

a fuckin mastermind
designin spy satellites
to find the truth they try to hide
im typin passwords like
lemme scoop the shit defined as classified
and who but i would arise
they knew the signs
and they shoulda knew its time to say goodbye

Jimenez - 7 Letters

Jimenez - Life After Death (ft. Stew)
Produced by Jimenez
Trece Locos

Jimenez - Life After Death (ft. Stew)

Jimenez - You Know
Produced by Jimenez
Trece Locos

|Lyrics|
I remember that day i met you at the studio
and 2 days later 
that fuckin wave left me broke
smoked 
lost the business and my home
and i didnt have shit else to my name left to show
but you know
thats just how it goes

i was diggin through the trash
lookin for some fast cash
life hadda tilt and bite us in the ass
but we still had a laugh
rebuilt ground from ash
we let the past go and moved slow
like the chill sound of jazz

all the battered habitats
we passed in my ratty Cadillac
bandanna wrapped around my face to hide all the necessary acts
when we trapped to get the stacks
I sat in the hood craftin hooks, tracks and battle raps

and it has me lookin back
we turned our paragraphs into epitaphs
i had just one chance 
i was attracted by your distant glance

I'm no longer a distant man
persistence in a gifted man
she was an author from a distant land
the missing part of coefficient plans
stronger now hand in hand

I'm reminiscent of the moving sand
if im Damned to live these sins again
id be Damned to question all the might have beens
a premonition written from you way back then
its just a quick rendition from ya biggest fan

Jimenez - You Know

Jimenez - Runaway (ft. SAGE)
Produced Jimenez
Trece Locos

Jimenez - Runaway (ft. SAGE)

Leon King - No Excuse (ft. Jimenez)

Jimenez X Ace Green - Wish I Knew

Jimenez - Whatever the Weather
Produced by Jimenez
Trece Locos

Jimenez - Whatever the Weather

Stew - Dogs Out (ft. Jimenez)
Produced by Jimenez
Trece Locos

Stew - Dogs Out (ft. Jimenez)

Barry - Sick of the Sun (ft. Jimenez)

Jimenez - To Be In Love (Sadistik Cover)

Jimenez - Where You Want Me (Sadistik Cover)

Trece Locos
Official record label located in Los Santos, specializing in an underground and cinematic sound.
Established 2022

Artist Links:
Mako V - https://soundcloud.com/makocox
Wonka - https://soundcloud.com/amos_wonka
Ashley - https://soundcloud.com/user-488996293-938812449
Leon King - https://soundcloud.com/rizzybx
Layla - https://soundcloud.com/layla-hamilton-213346334
SAGE - https://soundcloud.com/sage_reaver
Claire - https://soundcloud.com/clairebarton-trecelocos
Stew - https://soundcloud.com/stewzekey
Myles - https://soundcloud.com/myles-79815563
Barry - https://soundcloud.com/arryellard
Freyja - https://soundcloud.com/freyja_caelan