You bust guns quick and talk so much shit, I wonder how tough a motherfucker is/Put down the clip, and ball up your fists/You might live another day to raise kids/Peel back your lid, man I'm just smokin' on mids/Only thing I'm fightin' is a cravin' for chips/Hand on the grip like you ready to let slip/Hollow tip holla out and hit the ground/Sounds like the cops comin' round for the shots/I wonder how a motherfucker still ain't got caught/Caught in the crossfire, a little kid dies/While his mother sings and cries in the church choir/A wild west cowboy who smiled when he found joy/Point and pull the trigger, no hesitation/An invitation, fist to face, the old fashioned way/To bleed all over the place

Put down the guns and come get some/You wanna be a man and prove that you're toughPut down the guns and come get some/Runnin' around all thug, but you're pressin' your luck (2x)


Who brought the guns to the clubs, remember back in the day, it used to be about the love but now it's too much/I'm about to go nuts, I'm just tryin' to have fun with this jungle fever hunny rubbin' her butt on my junk/A punk ass pussy might be packing a gat/A rumble hand to hand will lay you flat on your back/He's black and he's blue with a bad attitude/Wanna battle my crew, then I'll rattle your tooth/Don't be mad at the truth, wanna blast the whole room/A fast way to get you a casket and tomb/Drastic to choose such a path where you lose/Cause the cats start shootin' the second you move/I'm fresh with a groove, get a jukebox bumpin'/A solution for all the dudes who wanna start thumpin'/Call it trumped up charges, say you're livin' the hardest/Never see the light of day, now you're livin' in darkness

Put down the guns and come get some/You wanna be a man and prove that you're tough/Put down the guns and come get some/Runnin' around all thug but you're pressin' your luck (4x)

So what's the lesson learned, a Smith & Wesson is earned/I'm concerned we could take a turn for the worse and get burned/You're gonna wind up in an urn or workin' the side of a highway/While someone buys a bouquet to place at a grave/Lives get changed by the shots that rang/Now everyday is pressure and they're feelin' the strain/It's liked a trainwreck and the pain collects inside the head/As heavy as the lead that left many for dead/Forget about the weapon and come get some/One gets their ass beat, the other walks away/But they both live to talk about it on another day/No bodies gettin' washed up on the dock of the bay/I'm just rockin' your face, small talk is a waste/Get the aftertaste of blood as I'm fuckin' you up/I'd rather not do it, say enough is enough/Tryin' to prove that you're thug, well I'm provin' who's tough

Gun Crimes by EndoGenius

From the 2003 Xmas album from Tha HitchHikers, this track features mixing and cuts by Tha HitchHikers' Mr. Demented!

Southern Comfort And Joy produced by Mr. Demented

When hiding amongst thorns, does it help you or hurt you/With the lighting of the torch, does it burn for the virtue/Work through the problem to solve for the answer/Blurt out the truth to put the monster on blast first/Catch words when I throw 'em, hold 'em, then pass 'em to a friend/Raps worth the devotion most give to stones and gems/Lend me your ears while these gears keep turning/And we'll burn some herb, If you're down, say, "Word"/Got the "Do not disturb" sign hangin' on the door/Put the extra towel down on the floor to be sure/Steps one and two, we're gonna hotbox the room/Hop off at the moon, that's why it's called "high noon"/Rhyme tunes from my mind, so the lines that you view/Shed a new light or two on a world gone askew/Not for the frost-hearted bosses who rob us/I rock for steel-skinned survival, I'm Colossus

I'm still alive and kickin' all over these beats/Crack wack rappers open with a hammer like crab meat/Let's talk about responsibility and deceit/And what it takes to look true evil in the face and defeat (2x)

No room for conceit, you can hit the concrete/Piss off, don't be seen when we're puffin' up the green/Oh how they come around after you be throwin' down/I guess it's smellin' up my dwelling when I buy a fresh ounce/Bounce with the beat, you can count on EndoGenius/Water that you need when the drought is the meanest/Found underneath us, the roots reach deep/So the sleep doesn't come until the mind goes numb/Nights with the drum and the bass chasin' punchlines/Reflect on stories that I tell about the one time/One tries so hard to learn the proper lessons/When you're pushed so far, it's easy to be second guessin'/Aggressively wrestle cuz reality bites/And try as you might, you can't avoid these fights/Poisonous strikes require immediate care/Cancel all calls, no longer feeling aware

I'm still alive and kickin' all over these beats/Crack wack rappers open with a hammer like crab meat/Let's talk about responsibility and deceit/And what it takes to look true evil in the face and defeat (4x)

Alive & Kickin' by EndoGenius

I might be compared but you'll find that I'm rare/The only emcee that can fly through the air/Clear blue skies and I'm blinded by the light/No fear in my eyes from what's hiding in the night/I'm higher than a kite when I write I'm alive/And I dive into lines until the time of five/In the morning I'm horny, without warning she's gone/So I reach for a pen and hit play on this song/Bong hit to slip into a rhythm that's livable/Probably to keep me from flippin' out critical/Little bit of digital to fiddle with my lyrical/Miracle, makin' listeners hysterical/Earful of fun-filled skill that I sail upon/Explosive delivery, kill it like a mail bomb/Braille's long novel, with a knock I'll be rockin'/I'm blockin' a cocky small fry from talkin'

Sit up and pack this pipe until I can't get higher/I'm a fire that shines in the sky/Almost but not quite there/Toke in my chair, then I exhale the smoke in the air (2x)

That young cat lookin' at me sideways might blaze/But I stay high in the sky night and day/I only come down long enough to stuff pipes/Touch lights to the lime green bud, bub bye/Right about the time that my mind gets fried/The finest rhymes fit inside blue lines/Tunes find new life when doin' this right/The gooiest kind fuels the music I write/Smokestack when I'm white-walling this tube/Choke fast, then I'm gonna alter my mood/All through the room, you can see the haze linger/Imagery, rhythmically from creative fingers...

Fire in the Sky by EndoGenius

A couple more minutes in this broken time/I'll flow this rhyme that'll blow your mind/Cold as dry ice, touch and it burns/Golden lessons in life, you gotta stumble and learn/Dirty little secrets that I share in my songs/Searching for meaning as I stare in my bong/This long lost look took seconds to set/But it's sending messages from head to pen/Pretend we're alright, it's just life as we know it/Frozen in this moment while I'm molding a poem/Rowing this boat upstream seems futile/Where's beautiful when bugles croon at funerals/Doing this sooner than later, can you relate/To my hooks, dangling notebooks like bait/Baked and I'm bangin' this drum until I'm numb/Aided by 80-proof booze, light rum

A couple more minutes in this broken time/I'm beginning now to get into these open minds/Keep making music till I croak and die/Each new tune is the dopest high (2x)

Give it all I've got when I'm writing this plot/I'm lost in impossible options I rock/Raleigh I'm calling my home these days/While I'm dazed & confused and singin' the blues/Searching for clues in this cuckoo's nest/While I'm next in line to put my life to the test/I can do this, persue this to the end of my days/Raising the roof and set the building ablaze/Utter threats with last breath, blessing's a curse/Tugging at threads connected to nerves/Revenge of the nerds, heard our time will come/Bring sight and sound to the blind and dumb...


Broken Time by EndoGenius

Z3 be the illest and I'm killin' it on these tracks/Cannibal with the rhythm and these claps are snacks/I'm a savage and the samples come in ample amounts/Just the right touch to make this motherfucker bounce/You better count your blessings, wanna test the Jedi master/I gather that plan of action ends in disaster/The grass is greener over on the other side/So flip that hit over and we'll all get high

I wake up in the morning and I pack up a bowl/The pen starts flowing from the bottom of the soul/I spark up a Bic and start to bubble up a rip/One never does the trick, I take at least two hits (2x)

Slick over kicks, takin' over like RISK/That's a board game I played back in the day as a kid/But now I'm a grownup and I don't play any games/Except for occasionally and they're great when I'm blazed/EndoGenius is the name you want to stick in your brain/Cuz the features we make are tricky insane/Meaner than Bane when I spray on the page/Green Haze strain to get me to the right place...

I wake up in the morning and I pack up a bowl/The pen starts flowing from the bottom of the soul/I spark up a Bic and start to bubble up a rip/One never does the trick, I take at least two hits (2x)

Two Hits by EndoGenius

Just to get the crowd hyper/Man I'm higher than I've ever been/Blended bong hits and song licks/I'm gone with long-winded tricks/Pick up this pen, bend it like Beckham,mic check em/On deck, comin' up next, never expect anything less/Tryin' to find time, travel, unravel the fabric of space/Cylon Cavil's made hate could've been fate/Base-ships set stages for alien invasions/Never take me alive, that great light in the sky/But while the world keeps on turning, steadily earning XP/Recipe for excellence sent to me through every next beat/I'll have it ready by next week, already sensing it's sweet/I'm in love with this music, so I'm on bended knee

Dr. Doom (All Things Have An End) by EndoGenius

I'll fallin' back on that same lack of answers/They say summer romance is just a casual fantasy/While I'm dancing in the dark,I could spark up a conversation/What's your name? Can we engage without hesitation/Jaded, so I'm takin' days to make a vacation/So I can wake and not hate everything in creation/I could dance, I could leave friends behind/ But my friends do dance and they dance just fine...

Large and In Charge by EndoGenius

This is my most natural state of being/If seeing is believing, most are blind to imagination's power/I got a date with destiny & testing ability in me/Brink of insanity never felt so familiar/This is a tightrope I walk that never stops the wobble/That fall could've been a long drop so each step has meaning/Need a reason for the season? It ain't Jesus, believe us/Keepin' up with the Joneses will eat up your bonus/They could take you for a terrorist and kill you for the thrill of it/You're gonna need a little more than just a total breakfast/Collect all the pieces and you just might solve the riddle/The shit'll hit the fan, so you better have a plan/I wonder how tough that muthafucker is/They got the appetite but not the bite, these silly little kids/I'm mostly a cynic, too realistically spit/Yeah, I fuck with music, true that she's my baddest chick

Resulting from existence of living inside the system/I'm a prism bending rhythm with a twisted sense of vision/Down for the deal, which might change your life?/Signed and it's sealed right on the dotted line (2x)

She says I'm sweet and that I treat her too well/She's only got eyes for guys who put her through Hell/She says I'm sweet and that I treat her too well/But the music's good to me and I've got stories to tell (2x)

You could tell by the glistenin' I'm a diamond in the rough/Never stop rhymin' cuz it's never enough/My only question is, "Homie, can I hit the spliff?"/I got the next round, burning down bong rips/Fresher than Febreze, I flip lines with ease/My only question is, "Who'd you really come to see?"/Just clap your hands to the beat, now follow along/I'm feelin' strong off this bong hit of weed/I never knew the meaning of life until i cast light/On all my shadows, I had those at the gallows/A shallow grave is a shady way to go/But a common fate for those who fail to pay the toll/Blood spillin' in the streets while they're killin' for peace/Should we question intentions or jettison the truth/A solution to a problem that's still out of control/Give 'em a gold star for even believing he'd make it this far

Resulting from existence of living inside the system/I'm a prism bending rhythm with a twisted sense of vision/Down for the deal, which might change your life?/Signed and it's sealed right on the dotted line (2x)

She says I'm sweet and that I treat her too well/She's only got eyes for guys that put her through Hell/She's says I'm sweet and that I treat her too well/But the music's good to me and I've got stories to tell (2x)

Jesus Jones Diary Pt. 2 by EndoGenius

Spent time finding flaws, impossible options he saw/Thoughts rotted by shots tossed, lost just past his jaw/Locked into this contest staring down his reflection/Songs of distress tearing through his intestines/Restless, he wrestles with unsettling sensations/Spent days with hell-raising, rage-angry maniacs/Paint it black lifestyle, why smile? It's my spiral/Spinal shivers flow like River Styx carry me home

A candlelight burns bright in the night to signify his life/Sometimes bad habits can stab deeper than a knife/Pay the price if it looks nice, it'll get you in the end/Roll the dice, never look twice, Lady Luck is your friend

Not enough to win the fight, Firefly, fry me some bad guys/I'm mad high off of that Thai, cats ask why I'm glass-eyed/I ask why are you not? You'll never understand my state of mind/Unless you try some of this pot, some of the nicest you'll find/Try to keep up, running full speed/Pack light, only bring what you'll need/You'll see the bigger picture, like rewritten scripture/Turn whispers to sizzlers, deliver tongue-twisters/Tickling those tender spots in your brain, remain fixtures

A candlelight burns bright in the night to signify his life/Sometimes bad habits can stab deeper than a knife/Pay the price if it looks nice, it'll get you in the end/Roll the dice, never look twice, Lady Luck is your friend (2x)

Not for the faint of heart, some stay safe in the yard/Tools I use for making art come from pain and some scars/Scarf around my neck stops bleeding in this cutthroat, cruel world/Who hurled mud first, bringin' first blood for jewels and pearls?/Separate the boys from men as I poison the pen/This voice in my head makes these choices I dread/But if it doesn't go away, may it make me play stronger/I'm just trying to live another day making songs till I'm a goner

Z3 aka 3rdHazard

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