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Live Evil (Album)

by Big Dutty Deeze

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1.
Manson 02:21
FIRS VERSE: im the king in the spiritual realm visit the physical to ridicule you pitiful little fools wit my syllables i sin it all, sin a war, sin a sinners fall, similar to civil war, that you sin in cinemas I listen to my inner voice, crush unjust, sprits lust when the lyrics buss, my inner vision is limitless, infinite, visual vividness stimulating ya stimulus my villainous, vigilant, killers a chillin in villas blood where only criminals cos they say so they try t say its to protect us, but it aint though the courts the prison its all made to make doe the fat cats get fatter stuff the platter in there cake hole try to say that the government is governed by masses in fact ya ass is an asset to the government that tax it they using taxes to attack Iraqi's with apache gunships then blame the country debut on the dole? come on that's some dumb shit SECOND VERSE: its no wonder now why where losing trust when its one rule for them n its one rule for us its called politics to them but to us its called theft its called murder if we do it if they do it its just death while the poor casualty's of war case's is never heard a every single day every governments committing murder they want you flipping burgers for six thirty an hour fam when we gonna realise its us who has the power fam they got us living basic, atheist, faithless where living in the matrix, the slave ships a pay slip we tried expressing it in words, our efforts didn't work so many sheeple in the world you need a Shepard for the herd they tell us what we want to hear, so they can get the power den when they get the power, they don't change shit them men a cowards rival politics is like a Punch n Judy pantomime to entertain the masses behind the mask is where the answers lie
2.
They Say 03:02
HOOK: THEY SAY IM SICK, COS THEY SIN WHAT I DARE DO THEY SAY IM SICK, COS I KICK IT WIT BARE CREWS THEY SAY IM SICK, COS THEY KNOW IM PREPAIRD TOO -SAY WHAT YA SCARED TOO im no rapper fuckin wit me lyrically - no aint no rapper touching my delivery or flow its only victory i know, i got discipline to grow running injured in the summer spring or winter snow now that everybody spits, n now everybody's sick now everybody's saying, everybody body's it everybody's playing everybody shit, i wish that everyone would quit i think that everybody shit in i don't give a fuck if you think less a me dumb cunts jump around on stage wit 2 left feet your impressions of Jehst n Chester P they aint impressing me the only time these rappers will ever rip is when they rest in peace the rest a these, emcees best t rest at ease ya need a fleet wit the feet of a centrepeed to ever step to Deeze i baptise the game wit my spit since i blessed the scene extra keen to x ya team i exercise like a ex marine THEY SAY IM SICK, COS THEY SIN WHAT I DARE DO THEY SAY IM SICK, COS I KICK IT WIT BARE CREWS THEY SAY IM SICK, COS THEY KNOW IM PREPAIRD TOO -SAY WHAT YA SCARED TOO 99% of this hip hop spitters a hypocrites middle class, miserable kids, a bunch a winging pricks posh lads, talking about they got it bad, but still living at there mom n dads too many gobby actors fuckin hobby rappers they aint hip hop and they dont represent what rap is i love the scene but it fucks me off cos most the d man that get the props a so fuckin soft you man annoy me wit ya lies n deceit every time ya speak ya lie through ya teeth if i said it then i sin fam survived on these streets but i aint glamourizing nutthin im jus trying to eat an if ya tryna do the same then i salute ya what will happen in the future? cos thanks to computers everyone's a camera man a rapper or producer n everyone's a gangster, that'll either stab or shoot ya THEY SAY IM SICK, COS THEY SIN WHAT I DARE DO THEY SAY IM SICK, COS I KICK IT WIT BARE CREWS THEY SAY IM SICK, COS THEY KNOW IM PREPAIRD TOO -SAY WHAT YA SCARED TOO
3.
HOOK: THERE WAS A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN I SWEARED I AINT GONNA NEVER EVER BE SCARED THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I CARED BUT NOWER DAYS ME GIVIN A FUCKS RARE x2 i was sat at the back a the bus wit my bus pass on the way to school wit a brick my rucksack growin in a violent home, dealin wit enough crap some twat tried to push his look wit me im like "fuck dat" when i look back its like sumthin jus snapped, the older kid tried t take a swipe so i bus back hit him in his chin n likced him wit my ruck sak n kicked him, the brick within ma bag badly ripped his skin i didnt stop lickin him till the bus stopped i done one n jumped off at the bus stop fucked off, took the allys home tryna duck cops moms good god son wheres the love gone im like relax mom - i didnt start it the bully took me as a target, n he got his arsed kicked i left a trail a blood on my mother carpet and i swore from that day i don't give a fuck regardless THERE WAS A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN I SWEARED I AINT GONNA NEVER EVER BE SCARED THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I CARED BUT NOWER DAYS ME GIVIN A FUCKS RARE x2 I was a nice lad, I was a good kid pushed so much look what I done did took me for a dumb pick, now who's done bitch you the dumb one getting done in over dumb shit thought that white boy would be scared an would run but little white boy got prepared an got guns now little white boy got that stare in his eyes like he don't give a fuck n he don't care if he dies i bun dem, bullets lick in abundance ear what i done said all the puddles dem a run red red rum over bread crumbs, if its on then ya done friend, ya get dropped in ya 110s at 1.10, i speed off doin 110 its fucked up how man can die over 1 ten n 1 in 10 of us end up wit our life lost either early grave or end up getting lifed off THERE WAS A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN I SWEARED I AINT GONNA NEVER EVER BE SCARED THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I CARED BUT NOWER DAYS ME GIVIN A FUCKS RARE x4
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I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU THINK THAT IM A CRIMINAL COS IM GONNA DO WHAT I WANNA DO AN I DONT NEED NO CLEARENCE FROM YOU i don't give a fuck yeah im a criminal im so obscene -all i see is death like a souljahs dreams roll upon the scene smoke a load a green ya know ma team got more lines than Kerry Katonas nose has seen i mek that head nod rap make ya snap ya neck spit the type a bars dat make a nun wanna blast a teck i already have respect i aint gonna rap for checks you got more chance a me being the new face a Aquafresh or Tupac coming back from death, saying drakes raps a fresh or will n harry tryna rap with Charlie at the back decks im the type to air you out ya cant catch ya breath my evil DJ got a lethal needle n he scratch on flesh if your a rap gangster then mj and jb where both wack dancers your a rap gangster, yeah your a rap gangster and by the way Tony Robinsons a black panther I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU THINK THAT IM A CRIMINAL COS IM GONNA DO WHAT I WANNA DO AN I DONT NEED NO CLEARENCE FROM YOU X2 it don't make sense fucking wit me i will kill a man thats like having no camera but still having Instagram -or having a mad, stag doo at Disney Land or tryna stop a helicopters blades spinning wit ya hand ill wipe you out the history fam treat ya like a porn domain something like a grey cloud, cause i was born t rain fuck the fraud n fakes, n these snakes a all the same there only pissed at me ka when they fuck there missis now she calls ma name in the hall of fame, my names there in text punch rappers in the chest, fist tears threw his flesh i dare em to step, n i scare em to death n the fight lasts as long as the hairs on my head i don't carry blades, cause that carry years i carry a parker pen that's sharper enough to stab n pierce skin like a dagger, breadrin im badder so fuck you if you think, what your really think matters I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU THINK THAT IM A CRIMINAL COS IM GONNA DO WHAT I WANNA DO AN I DONT NEED NO CLEARENCE FROM YOUx4
5.
HOOK we pay homage to the god and the profits we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest washing blood stains until they go orange we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest too many rappers a liars never bin honest we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest widow ya Doris n av her phoning the florist we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest i murder wack rappers but i wont be shooting ya im a medieval axe wielding executioner im oozing Lucifer, musical views, infused with death im sumthin like a tattooed Jupiter or Zeus in the flesh ill hack ya feet of from ya ankle if ya choose to step and air ya lungs out just to watch ya loose ya breath im always mood n bex,n im rude yes this aint too chains fam this is too stressed i sit in solace in the forest with a wallet fulla knowledge i pay homage, to the profits, prophesising what god is in a hypnotic condition, horrors hidden, in ma gothic visions most my mates a either dead or locked in prison kidnap a rapper tie him up n take him hostage in the blink of an eye finish any given opposition demonic king demolishing, the competitions optimism your oesophagus is pissin blood you forgot to listen HOOK we pay homage to the god and the profits we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest washing blood stains until they go orange we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest too many rappers a liars never bin honest we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest widow ya Doris n av her phoning the florist we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest i dont need to think to rap, its instinct t ink a track killd track den give it mouth to mouth jus t bring it back king is back, slingin raps like dis ting is crack sittin strumin on my six string till ma fingers snap mans greed is evident, i stand free heavan sent my hurd come through like some stampeedin elephants we dont need no provication if you want dat botheration im an abanation, bomb u blatent, like obamas nation i send a pack a drones to kill you rappin clones you anint packin shows, or packin crome nahh leave dat alone why not stick to the facts ya know or why not pack in rappin fam, n leave it to the actuall pros cause iv had enough, a bittin my tounge n i couldnt give a fuck now right or wrong, yeah im angry blud im angry at you all the angel azreal gonna be bangin at ya door HOOK X2 we pay homage to the god and the profits we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest washing blood stains until they go orange we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest too many rappers a liars never bin honest we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest widow ya Doris n av her phoning the florist we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
6.
VERSE 1: i got the passion of Christ, so pass the mic, n watch me pass the time, you wont make it past tonight, you aint gonna catch a bly, the bastard type sacrifice your life ino the after life, then i bring you back to life, just to make it happen twice i rip a battle rappers Adams apple out his neck jack a rappers beat tear the beat out his chest im a whole heap a stress im a beast in the flesh ya seeking redemption as i sequence ya death what i speak just reflects what i see on the regs releasing the stress that's berried deep in ma chest rest in peace to ever rapper that believes there the best because your album couldn't fuck wit my frees off the head you aint a bit dark, on ma dick hard, tryna kiss arse now im that im tipped to be a big star i spit bars, an im exactly what these pricks aren't behind the spit guard, i joy ride the beat like a nicked cars VERSE 2: iv been underground like a minor ever since a minor took dis game serious its never bin a minor ting sirens ring out, that's the vibe i bring so bow n kiss the ring now that im the king i didn't have a penny jus a pack a twenty and a bag of smelly now im living life like the white Barratelli hope you lads a ready, man a weary cos my manner scary man a lairy, and the gyal dem look like Hallie Berry now that rapping's fashion, man a gassin the aggie bastard leave you chi chi faggots flabbergasted drain the fluid out ya body in my bath im laughing hack a rapper up n leave them rotting in a vat of acid think they ghetto just because they been Netto in fact the only bricks they've ever even seen is Lego either the beef is settled or i reach for the metal an lead ma rebels into war sent to meet the devil
7.
Merc The Mic 02:58
i merc the mic, im earn stripes with every verse that i write the term nice is used t describe the way i be hurt mics ya heard it right, my murderous hurd'll rise jus t murder tribes no word a lies, no burger n fries, but i be serving guys im underground wit the worms n the termites turn mics into ash n dust fam burn mics urban life, cuts deeper than a surgeons knife my advice to any yout on road is learn ya rights i work the night shift shifting merchandise swerve the fives, cos they wanna see me serving time Tupac thumping out the ride the world is mine insurgents arrive an we circling the serpent types certified sick since my birth from the first night the type t put the fire t ya grill - herb pipe let the burner brighten up the spot till it burns ya eyes ill leave ya holy man like ya reading sermons serving Christ that dirty white cunt that's not concerned wit hype when i verbalize a hundred thousand words surge my mind every word i writes designed to hurt n slice so what's your purpose in life? cos mines to murder mics HOOK: X2 "I MERC THE MIC" in ways you wont be forgetting quick "I MERC THE MIC" the assassin im deaddin it "I MERC THE MIC" execute an beheading it "I MERC THE MIC" the grave digger i berry it im the dark spawn leaving hearts torn in this art form add to that the fact i run the streets like parkhall so if ya start a war im really not arsed at all i call my home Highbury my yard is a arsenal the genuine article, you surviving is marginal carving up ya corpse, the calmest storm, my mind cant be brought my every ember an partial, is so remarkable deadly carnivore, paint the carnival, cardinal man start t brawl, as soon as i start t rap send you into cardiac arrest give you a heart attack i spit the hardest bars put my heart in every bar i rap something like Arnie Swartz fam ill be back the known arsonist, ya best t know ya part n im a holy Spartan, killing pricks like Joey Barton if i find you in my home or even roaming in my garden im gunna shoot ya dead something like Tony Martin im writing my bars in the constellations concentrating having conversations with forgotten ancients got ya face operation world domination murdering mics is my occupation HOOK: X2 "I MERC THE MIC" in ways you wont be forgetting quick "I MERC THE MIC" the assassin im deaddin it "I MERC THE MIC" execute an beheading it "I MERC THE MIC" the grave digger i berry it
8.
Pentagram 02:46
HOOK: THE 5 POINTS OF THE PENTAGRAM X3 N YA BODYS IN THE CENTRE FAM the barbarian librarian my views a scaring em The luciferian, nefarian that use ta berry em watching the planets weary sat inside the planetarium my music medicine, its medalling inside ya melon king ya minds developing, an strengthening n ya find a strength within wrestling wit the lessons you bin taught thoughts a questioning unlawful, awful one of course its more than gory son i aught to slaughter all the audience inside the auditorium sadistic, misfit sittin wit my wrist slit mystic writings on the wall its all cryptic scriptures n hieroglyphic's depicting a violent image reasons why we risen, they hiding wisdom, inside the prism inside my mind i visualise clock n time is ticking feel like my life is written, living out my final mission iv bin given order to over throw the silent hidden violent system, that lives inside the united kingdom HOOK: THE 5 POINTS OF THE PENTAGRAM X3 N YA BODYS IN THE CENTRE FAM i tend t be temperamental, i got terrible a temper an sent t rain terror on earth since i entered fam instagram ya picture standing next to beheaded man surrounded by candles in the centre of a pentagram im Genghis Khan wit a endless army sent from god ya cant defend ya squad when i ascend on em ill end ya dogs send em off, revenge is ours, leave ya red as mars behead ya spars, get berried in the park, when it gets very dark angry mother fuckers tryna to find Lenny Henrys yard in it for a minute rappers, ten a penny stars the message in ma bars, is very harsh, my wit is deadly sharp perfectly designed to cut deep like a machetes arch in dis aggressive art, i perfected ma bars, nuthin less than my heart i shut it down tear the set apart leave rappers head n limbs are in the points of the pentagram -n there body's in the centre fam HOOK:X2 THE 5 POINTS OF THE PENTAGRAM X3 N YA BODYS IN THE CENTRE FAM
9.
LOYALTY - RESPECT - HONOUR THESE ARE THE CODES DAT WE FOLLA HOUOUR - LOYALTY - RESPECT THREE KEY TINGS DAT YA MUS NOT FEGET RESPECT - HONOUR - LOYALTY WHERE ALL KINGS SO WE LIVE LIKE ROYALTY HOUOUR - LOYALTY - RESPECT WE LIVE N DIE BY TEH CODES WE PROTECT unless its you or me, im all about unity if i grew up in a different manner, man would go uni g, i aint this or that man im jus a man yo u aint fooling me cos when i look into the mirror all i see my self as a human being so bun race, n bun colour, cos there's only one race only one mother one mother earth, birthed us all now we run berserk gunning down brothers n sisters, so many mothers hurt when we gonna learn to love, n realise that its us that is hurting us its us das tryna a earn a crust that rush t let the burner bust we need to learn to trust n trust our selves cos the world's corrupt man who mess wit minors getting minor time while minors time n time again a getting shif over minor crime in this life n times, ya re define ya mind, remind ya mind there's more so much more to life than designer lines LOYALTY - RESPECT - HONOUR THESE ARE THE CODES DAT WE FOLLA HOUOUR - LOYALTY - RESPECT THREE KEY TINGS DAT YA MUS NOT FEGET RESPECT - HONOUR - LOYALTY WHERE ALL KINGS SO WE LIVE LIKE ROYALTY HOUOUR - LOYALTY - RESPECT WE LIVE N DIE BY TEH CODES WE PROTECT im a man of honour, standing in my standard clobber ya cant even leave ya yard with out there being a camera on ya why? cos man will put a cannon on ya? if anybody's gonna kill ya David Camrons gonna parra for my karma, balaclava'd Dalai Lama man a anaconda, in my manner, marga man a nyamin narda starving for the figures, drowning in the hardest liquor most man a raised with out a dad or a farther figure winners in my blood line, sinners in my blood line blud there's stone cold killers in my blood line an im a mixture of all a them combined in one mind I see a hundred thousand thoughts at one time i aint tryna a be a celeb livin the high life but my rhymes, can make compassionate eyes cry i'll die for respect, n ill die for honour cos im loyal to the guides that we folla LOYALTY - RESPECT - HONOUR THESE ARE THE CODES DAT WE FOLLA HOUOUR - LOYALTY - RESPECT THREE KEY TINGS DAT YA MUS NOT FEGET RESPECT - HONOUR - LOYALTY WHERE ALL KINGS SO WE LIVE LIKE ROYALTY HOUOUR - LOYALTY - RESPECT WE LIVE N DIE BY TEH CODES WE PROTECT X2
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VERSE ONE: i do dis for my people dodging the coppers i do dis for my block -i do dis fa the shotters i do dis for single mothers, struggling ta bring there sons up i do dis for the slums man a tryna get there funds up an come unstuck get stuck n the slums blud, no where to run but ya mind so we bun bud the slums is a dungeon, fulla wrong n's machetes, cs gas, straps n stun guns from London t Edinburgh, we heading for the civil war soon come now t every borough nothing lasts forever, everything has got to vanish humanity's at war wit it self all across the planet we lost the roots,-we lost our path we forgot the truth,-we forgot the past shocking lad, how we living now is proppa sad i do dis for the kids in Britain aint got a dad VESRE 2: i do dis for my people struggling day ta day hustling for paper mate where all tryin ta make the papes fuck basic wages, im not a slave to the pay slips i see the world for what it is somehting like the matrix there no changing dis, as long as there's poverty n police policy stays fulla proppa bollax an we brutalised horribly by coppers that are on the beat there's no apology for the hundreds that die in custody country's a company's its all about revenue they sending you, to private prisons when they sentence you there looking after there own where jus the residue the riots where nothing but a glimpse of what we heading too something's got ta change, something's got to give sipping fosters kid, feel alone like a foster kid not a pot to piss in lost a grip on life, it slipped away i do dis for my people who know what it is to live in pain
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VERSE 1: i moved from the gutter tryna do what i could to provided fa my family moving that pukka on these housing estates moving ounces of weight out late night, counting my papes get back to the yard breath a sigh of relief cos any give night you could die on these streets or get charged by police an have to lie through ya teeth tell them a pack of lies and deny who ya be dis life styles not nice, some man hit the rock pipe, and some man shot white some man got shot, other mans got knifed some man lost life, other man got life i aint about the money but we all need it i aint all about the gullyness we all seen shit i aint all about the glamour i aint all bout the glitz im all about my manner fam i grew up in dis tip VERSE 2 i grew up fast, i grew up quick drinking alcoholic fluid till i threw up sick age 14 i was drinking 4 times a week getting paralytic doing crime on the street drinking white lighting n special brew for them night time fights cos it settles you supress my night mares there proppa wild i aint had a decent nights sleep since i was a child i walk these streets alone, stalk these streets alone sometimes i feel like quitting rap cos bro, talk is cheap i know i speak in flows, where these words come from i dont really know so even if i tried to explain you wouldn't believe me so lets jus say, i was blessed this way no matter what i got im always looking extra pay extra extra read about my escapades lets escape cos Britain's looking less than great

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released February 15, 2014

All tracks produced by Dr-G

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