Live Evil (Album)

by Big Dutty Deeze

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released 15 February 2014

All tracks produced by Dr-G

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Big Dutty Deeze Wolverhampton, UK

Big Dutty Deeze is a talented rapper currently making serious waves in the Hip-Hop industry. He has recently shared stages with New York’s Koncept & J57, Rodney P, Ty, Malik, Mystro, Klashnekoff, Iron Braydz, Tony.D, and more. He is building a strong fan base with over 30k followers on Twitter and with a string of music videos, video interviews & freestyles he has clocked we 300k+ views on YouTube ... more

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Track Name: Manson
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
Track Name: They Say
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
Track Name: There Was A Time
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
Track Name: I Dont GIve A F**k
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
Track Name: Bury Um In The Forest
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
Track Name: In My Palm Feat Dj Alzee
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
Track Name: Merc The Mic
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
Track Name: Pentagram
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
Track Name: Honour Loyalty Respect
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
Track Name: With This Faith
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
Track Name: I Grew Up Feat Tommy DMO
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