Produced By: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I was rollin' a fat one when duty called;
Got on the track son, put my mask on, to do some music raw;
And get high as fuck with who's involved, when lap one's half done;
Get back, the task is to attack with a black tongue;
Strapped with a mask, cape, tracks and a cap gun;
Plastic wrap and a hand axe covered in anthrax;
Actin' like I ran rap, but immaculate, I am that;
So stand back, mutha fucka;
Hattman's here so have some fear;
Stop your babbleing cause rappin' is my atmosphere;
Been at it years n' years, drinkin' beers n' beers;
A rap fanatic, addict, always at it;
I call it magic, tragic how I'm spastic;
Rap drastic, I'm a disaster pullin' Hatt tricks;
On acid, that's the case, I'll bash you 'till you need a plastic face;
Someday I'll storm into the industry n' smash the gates;
Go past the greats, but I guess I have to wait;
Comin' in like Cain Valasquez at half the weight;
Today's the day you motha fucka's pass away;

Chorus:
I get drunk as fuck and run through the allyways;
Swipin' rap criminals, they disappear without a trace;
You'll never find the bodys, because I threw them down my cave
Then I get high as fuck, I live up in outerspace;
Away from any crowded space n' made myself a castaway;
So I rap for days until I pass away, congragulations;
I just graduated to a mask and cape n' Hatt's the name;
Raps the game n' I'm takin' over, one day it's happening;

Verse 2:
I was flyin through the sky with fire in my eye annihalting rappers;
Violently violate you bastards, stick a liquor bottle up your asses;
Break it in half and laugh as I'm dashing through, slashin' you;
Have to do what I have to do, stabbin' you n' leave you black n' blue;
I'm a scavenger, savage too;
Rubberband Man, head wrapped in elastics dude;
Intergalactic venomous rap intended to be authentic with that;
Infact, I couldn't pretend to be whack;
I'm stackin' tracks, I'll never relax;
The letters'll never be lacked;
So all contenders be ready to rap;
I'm drunk and invincible, flow is just irresistable;
They're typical, I'm mythical, mystical with the lips n' all;
Gettin' lifted, like a lift kit, bitch I rip it, like illegal cds;
Please beleive me, evil seeks me, as long as I'm breathing;
Whack rappers just keep on breeding;
Fuckin' youngins still teethin', be bleedin';
I leave 'em deceased like a flesh eating disease for no reason;
This evenin', I'm on a rooftop leanin';
Do you even know I do shots frequent?;
Pint in the tubesocks, took out two cops screamin';
I'm the last one breathin';

Chorus:
I get drunk as fuck and run through the allyways;
Swipin' rap criminals, they disappear without a trace;
You'll never find the bodys, because I threw them down my cave
Then I get high as fuck, I live up in outerspace;
Away from any crowded space n' made myself a castaway;
So I rap for days until I pass away, congragulations;
I just graduated to a mask and cape n' Hatt's the name;
Raps the game n' I'm takin' over, one day it's happening;

Verse 3:
You ain't even half as scary as the Hatt;
I burry any advesary, carrying an axe;
I hack n' slash ya' very fast, hilarious;
I laugh, impervious whack rap;
Tracks back to back, drinkin' captain not relaxed;
I adapt, infact, I'm fully in-tact to fully attack;
Ain't no holdin' me back when I'm recordin';
Just a warnin' for ya, when their mournin' for ya';
Tomorrow mornin' boy, already set the appointment for the coriner;
I'm formin' a war machine to torture ya;
My heads warped with all sorts of orchastra's;
I'm morphin' into a more forcefull mortal;
Important of course, but they listen more to the chorus;
When I rhyme my mind's in another world than yours;
Mine's gonna' get lot of lines absorbed;
Feels like I been doin' this since the dinosaurs;
My flow changes like the climate does;
Life's an uphill battle so we climb it cuz';
I'm more than kinda buzzed;
I'm one of a kind, n' you're a dime a doz';
I shine like a diamond in the rough;
In the night time, n' I write tight rhymes, but I guess it's not enough;

Chorus:
I get drunk as fuck and run through the allyways;
Swipin' rap criminals, they disappear without a trace;
You'll never find the bodys, because I threw them down my cave
Then I get high as fuck, I live up in outerspace;
Away from any crowded space n' made myself a castaway;
So I rap for days until I pass away, congragulations;
I just graduated to a mask and cape n' Hatt's the name;
Raps the game n' I'm takin' over, one day it's happening;

Mask & Cape

Genghis Khan (Remix)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I got that dope flow, broke though;
Step into the dojo, homo's I keep a low pro;
They used to call me Coco;
Been on the scene for a while in another league;
Puffin' trees, but I ain't gettin' fuckin' cheese;
Smoke another couple G's n' think about shit;
I think n' outwit;
Right now this isn't a livin it's an outlet;
It would be if motha fucka's heard my mouth yet;
I'm broke so I'm runnin' in ya houses;
Make ya shit ya trousers, how's this;
I'll break ya locc's n' leave ya fuckin' mouth split;
Give me all your money n' I'm out bitch;
No point in chasin' me 'cause Jason's me;
Basically I don't exist so no one here's erasin' me;
Motha Fucka's taste the D;
Why do I feel like this is it for me?;
I spit this wicked shit n' leave myself in disbelief;
Everything's all twisted, my life shifted;
I'd rather hide inside n' spit this;
And don't know why the fuck I'm tellin' y'all my business;

Verse 2:
Look we had each other's backs from a very young age;
Man it's Brothers n' the Hatt, n' we came to run thangs;
Without dumb slang, or gun bangs;
This ain't fiction, 
When I say I'll break ya loccs n' kick ya fuckin' ribs in;
Stricken with addiction from a very young age too;
Victim of the system, sniffin' lines off the table;
Got 'em trippin' feelin' distant wishin' he could pray to;
A higher power but no higher power gonna' save Rulz;
Uggh, but we all taught have faith;
Thoughts got me lost in this fog on that pathway;
light another cig 'cause I feel like an ashtray;
Snappin' like a twig 'cause this nig just a castaway;
Uggh; 
We'll fuckin' break ya loccs, n' raid ya shit;
We're dangerous we came in this to change some shit;
Get a taste of this rage n' fakes will split;
With razors face to wrist, ya get it?;

Verse 3:
I just made my mind up, I decided;
I'm breakin' in n' takin' all your gold n' your diamonds;
It's a hold up with violence;
Less you shut your eyelids n' sit in silence;
Bitches listen to the tyrants;

While I listen for a sign of some sirens;
All I hear is this bitch cryin';
Just fuckin' be quiet;
Hit the heist n' i might set this place on fire;
Depends, Hattman you bring a lighter?;

Yea, you bring the plyers?;
I'm fuckin' wired, about to go psycho like Michael Myers;
It's quite a sight bro;
I'm a type of virus incitin' riots;
High as fuck takin' flight like pilots;

And fight like the Irish;
Quite nice we hybrids;
Kite heights we flyin', life like some pirates;
So you might think twice life's priceless;
This knife will slice mics for excitement; 

Break Ya Loccs Remix (Feat. Cha-Rulz)

In The Lab I

Insane Asylum Feat. Hattman

Produced By: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
People will use you, abuse you;
But don't let 'em stop you, from doin' what you choose to;
This track's something I'm not used to;
'Cause I'm not seein' the homies like I used to;
Nowadays I don't even fuckin' know who's who;
I got the blues, but I see red;
Shh, that's a secret, this Isn't, I'm a reject;
Never been given any respect from anyone;
If you got any happiness could you lend me some?;
'Cause this mood I'm in is deadly, run;
Stay clear of me, apparently they all wanna;
Now I see in clarity, you're not a homie if you're always tryin' to embarrass me;
Then act like a friend, they fuck with mental polarity;
So I don't know who to trust, and it's scarein' me;
All these people stare at me, glare at me, no matter where I be;
I look like shit, I'm broke as fuck, but I don't need no charity;
I'm tryin' to get my bearings straight;
Stareing right in the face of death;
Don't know how many ecsapes I have left;

Chorus:
We gotta' start lookin' after one another;
'Cause not a lot of people got our backs in this muh' fucka;
If they say they do, how do we that it's true?;
Best believe that people will leave you; (X2)

Verse 2:
Mom can't support me, n' dad doesn't want me;
I can't find a job n' I'm runnin' out money;
My cousin say's he's got me;
But I ain't gettin my hopes up;
'Cause my life is so fucked;
If I didn't have bad, then I would have no luck;
I know I'm gonna' be out on the street, in the cold stuck;
In the middle of the road, nowhere to go, oh Fuck!;
What now?, I'm really in a rut now;
I feel abandoned, god gave me life than he damned it;
I'm sittin' down, 'cause I can't stand it;
Now I'm fuckin' famished;
Runnin' outta' food 'cause I didn't plan this, transition;
But the transmission of my flow to the beat;

Chorus:
We gotta' start lookin' after one another;
'Cause not a lot of people got our backs in this muh' fucka;
If they say they do, how do we that it's true?;
Best believe that people will leave you; (X2)


People Will Leave

Thanks to Sinima Beats! 

Lyrics:

(Verse One Jbin)

Stop prolonging death
Wont stop until you go and get your wish
On top of this bitch 
Is where ill stand 
Cant wipe your ass when your too full of shit 
Switch lanes in a gangsta rage flip da page
Deliver ass woopins on the side getting paid
Although really I’m just broke as fuck
Only thing I got left is a bag of bad luck 
Flourish like flowers then wither
born inside of a sinner
frozen so cold never know 
stuck in the snow in this hellish of winter
no escaping I’m living my death
rippin apart this pain from chest 
they say cloud 9’s overrated so I get a liberated 
when my art form helps me rest  
I am the wicked one 
They callin me from above 
I ain't no saint 
Down below in the dirt as I belong 
what ya Doin me wrong cant you feel the taint
tinted you black in the sky 
shutters that folded your eyes 
keepin you all in disguise 
so demons that want you won't rise 
I cheated the style of a toe tag 
like When I pulled the trigger and the safety was on
I couldn't figure out if was a fuckin sign 
Or if my prayers were doin me wrong
Fuck it maybe I’m just dumb
There's poetry in pain when you stare in the sun 
Drinkin liquor getting numb till the morning come 
Fuck no lies  no more my soul is gone 

(Chorus Jbin)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death

(Verse Two Hattman)

I've been ready to die for a year;
The only thing stoppin' me, is the rhyme in your ear;
I designed it half violence, half vibrance;
Infact I am, past vibin', mask hidin' my face;
Mad 'cause they turned a blind eye to my chase;
Now I'm in this rat race, half baked;
Tryin to find a way to escape in the bass;
But I can't get away from the paper chase;
It needs to be set to a safer pace;
I stay faithful and grateful to rap;
But it's painfull to know that I ain't gonna blow;
With these thoughts that'll pop off straight from the dome;
N' you're probly never gonna see my name at show;
Man I feel like I'm livin' in the rain n' the snow; 
So ya know what I do, I spit rage on the flow;
Grab the reigns, here we go, am I insane, I dunno';
Maybe you could tell me;
It's dark and it's hotter than hell be, why won't no one help me;
I bet I wouldn't be so alone if I was wealthy;
Shit, maybe I should make an LP;
Stop being so stealthy, but I can't stop hittin' up the LC;
'Cause if I had to bet, music is my only life after death;
N' I'll be spittin' 'till like half a breath is left in my chest;
I confess, as I let these lines congest, I possess mad skill, that's ill;
Im as rare as a Tarydactyl, we kill 'em, mawl like a bear attack will;
You ain't gonna bury Hatt, you ain't where we at;
You don't look in the mirror n' see death starin' back
Defeat, I ain't scared of that
I been defeated, depleted, I needed it
Now give me a motha fuckin' beat n' I'm eatin' it;
When I get on a motha fuckin' mic I do more than speak in it;

(Chorus Jbin)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death

(Verse Three Jbin)

haunted in your fuckin house
tip toeing all around the halls
screaming from the one you love
as her name in blood drips down the walls 
nothing more pretty from blonde to red 
makin her my widespread
revenge is a pretty thing
don't fuck with it or you'll drop dead
this side of me constantly 
depriving approval all while
inside of me my pride is fighting
stronger it's crucial
show no weakness with no pain there's no gain and then fear your chance is gone  
show no fear for the demons that feign your soul and beyond
I might of been a sinner when i wanna get arid her
eating motherfuckin innards 
with a side of ordered liver 
sight of my presence makes you shiver 
cold as ice my flow delivered
dark as fuck you are my dinner
bodies sold for the gold to the highest bidder
don't run for i come with the quickest trigger
masked man with instinct a fuckin killer
the patience that we obtain
is not gained by by lack of obedience 
but weighed through wars we wage 
and conquered inside our own mental stadiums 
falling through the ground
hoping to not feel his evil breath
for my sins i now must drowned
knowing there's always life after death

(Chorus Jbin & Hattman)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death


Life After Death Feat. Hattman

a preview of a track from Sewa's upcoming album "I Splt Adams" featuring REELeast vets Lazy J Roller and Dilly Ribz

Where Im From - Sewa Feat.  DillyRibz (cleanedit)

Produced by: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
My mind's a little diff-er-ent, I know this 'cause I live with it
There's times my life was lookin' hopeless but I didn't quit
Who else could make a beat that's this rediculous
And spit the shit so meticulous
It's so conspicuous, I'm carniverous with my de-liverance
I'll forever ins-cribe my grind into a line
Have my brethren spit a rhyme
We'll be veterans in time, this is medicine for the mind
My endevour un-til I die
I can never win but I try
I know, I stay high all my life n' I lie low
I entertain myself, welcome to tonight's show
Featuring a retard with a tight flow
Raps dark but he's white though
Tearin' shit up like a cyclone
I'm gettin sharper like I was held on a grindstone
But I'm so, underground I beneath the limestone
I'm stoned, zoned out lookin' at a pine cone
Why though?, can't get the red outta' my eyes where I go

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a misfit, inside of my head twisted
Just listen to the lines I designed when I writ this
I'm mystic, sadistic, terrific, n' gifted
Get lifted with this shit, playin' in the distance
If it's, all I do is rap then
How do I adapt to my life outside of this
Sudden bursts of violence, I'm turnin' into Hattman
No!, I don't like this, you can see it when you look into my iris

Verse 2:
My style is the vilest, It's been a while since
The last time I broke my silence
My life is still a pile of shit
'Till I turn into Goliath, fuckin' rap leviathan
If I ever stopped I'd wonder if that's what I'd of been
I work inside of a giant garbage can 
It's got me feelin' more primal than Tarzan
Tryin' to keep my head up, but it's hard man
I aim to write precise as a marksman
I live a distant life like a martian
I come alive when the sky darkens
I get my bars n' page starts sparkin'
Goin' off the rage charts, Spartan
'Cause smarten up is what they used to tell me
But they didn't wanna' help me
They just avoided me like algae
Maybe 'cause my attitude is lousy
If I'm not smokin' weed until I'm drowsy
I'm not known for makin' music upbeat n' bouncy
I have to keep spittin' 'till the world fuckin' crowns me
But I stay the fuck outta' public like my head has a bounty

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a misfit, inside of my head twisted
Just listen to the lines I designed when I writ this
I'm mystic, sadistic, terrific, n' gifted
Get lifted with this shit, playin' in the distance
If it's, all I do is rap then
How do I adapt to my life outside of this
Sudden bursts of violence, I'm turnin' into Hattman
No!, I don't like this, you can see it when you look into my iris

Misfit

True Story Feat. Hattman

16 bar challange, write 16 bars in 10 minutes enjoy

16 Bar Challange (Ruff Ryders Anthem)

Produced By: Hattman
Verse 1:
I was born on a spaceship, created and made sick
Painted my face with a blade tip
Ain't it just great the way I'm crazed bitch?
Make no mistake, my tracks are hotter than the fireplace lit
I get ripped than spit this trip shit
I got abducted, my production just stopped (lift off)
Wasn't reluctant enough, now I'm fuckin pissed off
Rhymes clustered in my mind, flustered in my grind
Tellin' people, I'm fuckin' fine
But, I'm gettin' tired of fuckin' tryin'
They never recognized
Who the fuck is next in line
Who best defines a death defying way to wreck a line in record time
I exterminate like pestisides, yeah this sectors mine
I electrify, give a fuck about an enterprise
I'm an object unidentified
Have to stay fucked, so im not generalized
Emphasize that no one's mind is intense as mine
This is just a mental exercise
Muh fucka' step aside

Chorus:
If I had to specify my dialect
I would just describe it as I'm tryin' to get
Respected for the lines that I invent
But their minds neglect it
'Cause my thoughts are tangled up in spider webs
Inside I try n' find the shit
But it's like I'm hidin' it
From myself n' timin' it
For the ultimate design
n' I admit I'm not the best
I need a lot of time n' pratice I guess
But this heart still has fire inside of it
My vital signs suggest
That I'm a revitalized survivalist

Verse 2:
Fuck em all man, I'm just here to spit some gritty art
Got wits like a spears tip I'm pretty sharp
So lets get straight to the point
I write raps and enjoy it
So light a fat ass joint
An' get hyped for ya boy
I studied cadence in hopes to be the greatest
Took notes from all my favorite rappers while gettin faded
Then I, went on hiatus took a break I booked a vacation
Just to come back blazin' radiatin' motivation
Sho' they'll hate but know I'm brazen
That means bold with no shame
'n oh you don't know my name?
My name don't concern you faggots
Just learn that I murder tracks ask the Hatt raps our passion
We cut from the same cloth, axe & hatchet
An' that's a fact we on trees'n drinkin gallons
So please get the fuck way from me, I'm in my sanctum
I'll come an' freddy your dreams, have ya pissin your matress
If you askin' for action
Time to pass it ta Hattman

Verse 3:
I'm high as fuck, 
Can't see a thing some one turn the brightness up
Oh wait, I'm just so fried my eyes are shut
I'm stuck a couple miles up
So let the haters pile up,
N' see if they can reach me on my island in sky above
Sittin on a unicycle, while I chew a bible up
A suicidal mindless fuck
I am not a human
I'm a hybrid of a virus up inside your eye that shines n' leaves you blinded, yup
Shit is goin' down like scuba divin'
Let 'em scrutenize us, I just tell them bitches lighten up
No one can deprive us of the mic n' the way we light it up
Spit fire, ahh!, I just burned myself
Gotta keep this shit goin' like duracell
I'm goin for the belt
Damage will be further dealt
From Canada, we rip shit, yeah, ya heard the mouth
It's me Rulz n' we are genious
Just between us these bars cannot extinguished
Jesus, they can hardly see us
How the fuck they gon' beef with us
We'll just leave 'em in peices like Reese's,
Eat 'em up

Outro:
If I had to specify my dialect
I would just describe it as some hieroglyphics
Defined as sickness,
Open up your mind to this shit
As we take you on a ride don't miss it
Don't forget that I'm the Misfit
We're just flyin' through the sky
We rhyme ballistic, with this rhythmic
Style so crisp it's just a it rediculous
The time that we put into this
Just to hope it sparks your interest
Smoke n' drink n' writin' bars that impress
You don't wanna' step to all this intellect
This written threat is indirect

Yea, happy birthday to me, 4/20/2015
If you're listenin' the rhymin' condition is pristine
I'll be doin this 'till I'm 6 feet
You don't like that, 
I'll whip out may ass cheeks n' say kiss these
Bitchies 

The Ultimate Design (Feat.Cha-Rulz)

Another hot track off of Dynamite's upcoming Live From The Vault LP. Dynamite links up with heat from an up and coming hometown artist GJ Huncho and one of Canada's finest underground hip hop artists Hattman.  Peep this and much love to the fans.

Dynamite Ft. GJ & Hattman - Truffle Butter Pt. 1

A self produced EP from east coast Canadian emcee Sewa , I Split Adams features verses from several Canadian rappers including vets like Ambiguous and Fortuanto as well as newer spitters like M-Pulse and J Wheels 
all tracks produced , mixed and mastered by Sewa @ REELeastPROductions
copyright 2015
all rights reserved   

Wide Awake- Sewa feat. Amiguious

The Decline - Sewa feat. J Wheels - clean edit

No Honor 'mong Theves - Sewa Feat. John The 3rd clean edit

Laugh Track - Sewa - Feat. muey, Ritson & M-Pulse - clean edit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
My bark is vicious, you never seen art get as dark as this is
Like my masterpiece is a black canvas, with a carcass in it
Full of cartridges, it's a cop, holdin' a parking ticket
Bein' pulled apart, if you don't like my lyrics it's 'cause they are restricted
I just depicted a victim with it addicted to spittin' the sickness
My fuckin' head hurts, thoughts are conflicted in this
It's a lonely life but it seems fitting, maybe it's only right
Gettin' stoned at night n' killin' shit bitch I own the mic
Write with invisible ink n' I won't ever give a shit what you think
Throwin' up in the fuckin' sink
Huffin' n' puffin' these buckets I love it
I'm hoverin' above n' I'm shovin these shrooms into my stomach
So I'll never plummet
I'm blunted a hundred percent of the time
I'm comin' to stun with incredible rhymes
I'm mumblin' dumb shit, ate too many caps now my tongue is a fungus
High strung in the dungeons
I've come with abundance
Write so fast that I burnt off my thumbprints
Take hallucinagenics and write about nonsense
'Cause abuse and offend bitch my life Isn't flawless, naw
I spit n' forget to breathe, tend to leave myself unconcious
feelin' nauseas, ah shit
Watch this raw spit

Verse 2:
I told the TV my parents rotted my brain outta' my skull
It wasn't the LSD, E or weed, not at all
As a kid I was diabolical
Fuckin' wit' y'all, say I'm goin through fuckin' withdrawal
I'm back on the hard drugs, acid in my mouth, watch it fuckin' dissolve
I seen a picture of an eagle, watched it fuckin' evolve
Into something purely evil, or was it nothin' at all
I see blood on the walls
Someone has come in n' is causin' a fuckin' assault
A possessed child with a baseball bat just struck an adult
Cut off his leg and is shovin' the stub into a bucket of salt
I'm fuckin' appalled, I see faces stuck in the wall
I feel like I'm surrounded by malevolent Devil's and heavenless rebels
As the medicine settles the menace in meadows
Replenishes and it is turnin' him into an anarchist
This is evidence, spit the relentlessest sentences with over emphasis
Bitch give me head 'fore I sever it
Devilish, Everest heights 
Forever it's tight, Nun's cunt, celibate dyke
Propell and excel when I write
Always tryin' to accelerate
'Cause I'm mad vicious
Infact witness impact in the back
With a pick-axe ya' wack bitches
Guess the Hatt is just disasterous
A bastard but dastardly dope with these raps that he wrote
And only very few of you can hang without a rope
I'm tryin' to cope with these personalities
While a demon's screamin'
"Please, Get down on one knee"
Should I embrace the placement of a black crown on me?

Watch Deeze (Remix)

A tribute to one of the best smoking songs ever, light one up and enjoy! 

rap

baden banks