1.Choose Your Poison
(bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers)
Chorus
I say hey now c'mon ya'll
If there's money in your pocket
And your walkin tall
Make your way to the bar
And get your poison chose
And drink it old school style
In your b-boy pose
I get off madd flows
Like a pack of eskimo's
On the dog sled in the blizzard
Cause i'm the wizard of (oz)
Ah, shit i'm gonna wreck ya set
And you stepin to me is just an emty threat
Something i cant sweat
Kid, you never see my worry
I've never been caught
But my hands may be dirty
5 years from 30
Come check my age
If ya cant pop
Simply turn the page
And i'll engage
Wit that kid thats been swiftless
Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin
Peanut butter
Ya know know my style's butter
Cause every word i utter
Rock's the sky's from the gutter
I make ya shudder
When i rock your soul
I do dames the way i like
I get mike's controlled
Well if ya get bold
Well then ya get bit
Cause your knowlege is a trick
Kid, it's makin me sick
Chorus (x 3)
I'm danny boy
With the hard core style
I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal(root
canal!)
You get me started and i'm hard to stop
I got 45 caliburs ready to pop
And when i pop off
You drop off
You get blown out the frame
Cause the more shit change
The more things stay the same
And i got no respect for your area
＞from brooklyn to dublin
I keep your ass fumblin'
Cause i'm the fuckin ball busta
Brooklyn heart breaker
House of pain pimp money maker
Chorus (x 2)
I got rhymes finese
I got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace
I got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads
I got rhymes for skins
I got rhymes
Kid your crew aint got no wins
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed
I'll kill you all
Just like i was the small pox
I'll kill ya livestock
Just like i was anthrax
Come see me live
Then crazy like the band sax
Chorus (x 2)
2.Earthquake
(yes yes ya'll)
(cause i'm so fly)
(everlast be the apple of your earth's eye)
I be breakin the laws, breakin the laws
All you wannabe hard rocks just pause
It's the mc host
Space ghost from the coast
With piggish white skin
Kid, where you been
I got a blue eye
But my tight lenght devil
I freak harmonies
Like my brother is nevel
And i can rock
Through your style
Eatin cold hardy stew
So whachya wanna do
I'm comin real soon
To a theatre near you
So why dont you cratique me
While i'm love on stage
Cause i'm gonna break my
Rusty cage, my rusty cage
Watch the way i freak it
When i bust my gage
Cause all that loud gun talk
Dont mean squat
If my tool gets hot
I'm a burst your knot
And give it all i got
Up in your wisdom slot
And cold and rains
Couldnt stop her
From callin me poppa
Big daady draw dropper
Mr.heart breaker
She leaves mary poppins
And comes home seka
Chorus
Yes yes ya'll
Cause i'm so fly (so fly)
Everlast be the apple of your earth's eye
Yes yes ya'll
Cause we dont fake (dont fake)
And he's down to come to feel your earthquake
Socalize a little somethin'
And you sweatin my style
Challenge my world
You wanna shell my mix
You wanna sit with my flesh
And reconize the tesh
Ya never seen this niggers best
A marage, a nest
I hit your head with styles that are liquid
You drip this
Sweat this
Perspired is desired, this wetness
You get from divine style
Spark this girl, chill
I see you got the love, the lust
So why dont you live my cosmos exodus
To my precous
I'm a undress my message
Into my wisdom body
To my wisdom method
You need a star for your cresent
I got a diablo brass
For your atmosphere
My (a) dope mathamatics
Are soak like insin-sincere
Uh, baby
For my apparatus
I do justice to your physical
Annoint your aider
Never spendin your nobler
A hard slyle at stages
While the guard be sparkin that indo seed
The earth pieces be increasin
That need to be pleased
I represent the illest villans
And the worst of bad breeze
Ah baby,
If you wanna next my vision
You better come with subject of vision
I keep it real live
Keep it real straight
To the earthly
Feel this style earthquake
Chorus (x 2)
My love's stronger than pride
My loves thicker than blood
My killer swarm's in effect
Nobodys livin off hud
If you miss with his gun
I'll run a patriot gig
I'll have you flippin your wing
I'll put the clip in my sink
And cock the hammer back
Click clack
Put a hole in your back
The size of a plum
You can come git some
But my attitude shitty
Like g gordon litty
Take pity on a child
Thats been raised in the city
Chill- from east to west
To maintain my rep
So many times
To assume my flow
I go mono, stereo
Or solo
You never know
Choose a flow
And i'll throw the phattest atom
I'm so hot, and so law
And so far from the plan
I reflectulate the ladies
That be scannin
My composition decirclar
Hurtin the madd opposition
Chorus (x 2)
3.Fed Up
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I got demons running through my slate
They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in
And manifest itself in the form of a sin
If i was rin tin tin i'd rip the skin off of lassie
The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me
You high on gas like a rastaman bought it
Don't set it off kid and get me started
Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed
But momma's still crying asking god why in
The world could you take her only child
When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild
To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble
Then word to bryant gumble i'm a live for today
And god bless the man that steps in my way
Cause if i said it somebody's getting wetted
So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic
Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya
Cause when the mike check i'm high tech skills are apparent
You can play the child kid i'll play the parent
Cause i'm a be responsible for your schooling
But i won't change your diapers or do your car poolin
Chorus
Get up i'll break ya down a little somethen'
I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'
Get up i'll break ya down a little somethin'
I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'
Lord have some mercy on my soul
Now why everybody making shit that's unreal
Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal
Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel
Kids be going out for the record deal
So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap
Or i'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat
But don't snap cause this ain't hbo
Kid you got no benz plus you got no dough
While you say that though you trying to gain that ho
Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know
I don't need mtv to make no bucks
I rock styles that make you say ah who dat waz？§
Who that was is the man of all hours
Sending all star players straight back to the showers
Fake hard rocks are really just cowards
I master dub plates like my name's herb powers
I getcha open like hunting season
I make papers don't front on the reason
Cause i'm seizing up every day
You say carpe diem i call em like i see em
Chorus 3
4.Fed Up Remix
I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
But they're all playing roles just like omar epps
I see so many players i wonder where the coach is
My name's everlast i'm hard to kill like roaches
The dough that you're making has got you fronting and faking
Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like bacon
Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but it's just blue bonnet
And now it's my turn kid watch me churn
There's only so many spots they're had to earn
Pack it up pack it in
Let me begin
Too many men are judged by the color of their skin
Their apparatus gets blessed,
Suckers get put to rest
The more damn pure
I got the cure for this fest
The wackness is spreading like a plague
Mc's, they wanna get paid
But they cant make the fuckin' grade
How many times you wannabe's gonna try？
Yo they just style like dockers
They cant touch the knowelege i disordify
I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier
When i'm holdin down the fort
For some time, now
Others callin it manuscript
When i stop to go a top
They be like damn he flipped
Now i'm sick, and fed up wit that bullshit
I got that lyrical front tip
When you sell out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in some classes
All you worthless pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in ＆89 i dropped too much acid
Rock from lake habasoo out to lake placid
While you busy ragging on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many days have you fasted
Chorus
Get up i'll break ya down a little something
I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
Get up i'll break ya down a little something
I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
I'm sick, demented, i smack my manager
The flow thats flessin
I'm adressing all ya'll imatures
Cause to your back, i got the 'tre piounce piete'
Tell me why you tryin' to claim that you a gansta', baby？
But let's suppose you really had a burner(suppose)
You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder i'm a just kill your ego
Cause we know that you ain't really got no people
Murdering a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me
jack
Eney, meeny, miney, moe
I put seeds in your mental and i watch em grow
Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and i rock the show
Cause i know and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the muslim
Shalom to the hebrew
Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my life i'm my only friend
There's a killer on the road money it's the end
And you might think that i'm a dummy
But while you're out at the spot i'm homes' chilling with your
honey
I kicks flavor
Like steven king i write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow when i lead you're best to follow
Or you'll be left along the road in the dust(in the dust)
And me and you won't have too much to discuss
I dont know why
Mc's will come to test for ionide
Master of myself, my wealth
It's just my state of mind
I stack my loot
Just for a rainy day
And you can parch on your forty
Cause rappers i slay
I'm the quick draw
The outlaw
I doubt ya'll
Ready to fuck with me
So boy stop
Or, i'm a beat your ass
Like your pops
Hit the real estate money and then the props
Chorus
5.Heart Full Of Sorrow
If i was to sit down and actually write out a list
Of the mcs that missed it would be the constitution
They play their caps backwards still saying wack words
No power to (durhust) just a few yes men
Raising the question of who gave you a contract
They should be fired youre officially retired
I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass
You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools
Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard
Thinking youre the white hot man of the hour
But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour
Back in 89 pe fought the power and in 86 big daddy kane was raw
And i was right there on the first floor of the palladium
You never played a venue local college or a stadium
A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession
To earn this is a blessing
This skills have me guessing learn cause im testing
Follow this down no question
No doubt check it out
You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node
You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode
Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is
Built on lies dont apologize
Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall
And theyll all take a piece just like the berlin wall
And place it on their mantle like a souvenir
And what they call a knick-knack is really your career
Chorus
You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
Still there be people that would die for less
You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
Still there be people that would die for less
You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
When its time to rise ill open the archives
When you be in dreams you got 85s
Chrome down with the leather package
You got a home of your own
Youre holding acres
I got it made
Season tickets to the knickers and the lakers
Playing both coasts closed and european festivals
Crowd scream decibels x2
In your ear you wanna make rapping your career
From arkansas to minnesota i sell out the quota
I be the wet dream making cream for promoters
We keep the shit right we dont be starting no fights
And he wont hold out my dough cause im a put out his lights
And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved
We show love they show it back all problems solved
You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds i pump
But i aint quitting till im shitting on donald trump
So take heed to the verses and styles and versions
When you socialize with other mcs
And boast your rhymes to company enemies
And in any cases that feel is what you want
？？？
You want to make money money and take every honey
Rap charges aint funny but it boost your career
Your penile style is now hanging from a tier
Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers
Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on
6.Killa Rhyme Klik
Verse：
Cockni o' dire
Chorus：
Killa rhyme klik keeps the function live
Heads treat my lovely on the 1, 2, 5
I might socialize if i dip and dive
'cause it's the daily routine on which i thrive
I got platoons, i got regiments, i got battalions
I got ponies, i got mares, and i got stallions
I got planets, i got moons, and i got stars
I got jewelry, i got loot, plus i got cars
I got family, i got foes, i got an ally
It's the e-man, you got priests and a rabbi
I got knowledge, i got wisdom, i got overstandin'
I got culture, freedom, you got a weakly meat
You have bless, you have blood, you have a sacrafice
You have guilt, you have shame, you got your soul on ice
It's a control device, can't you see my earth is in orbit
Lucy's holdin' product, that's why you can't afford it
Chorus
Verse：
Divine styler
7.No Doubt
Chorus (x 2)
No doubt
Hold tight
Till the break of dawn
Till the break of light
Say yes, yes ya'll
To the right beat
Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet
Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat
I be huntin down crews like pacino in heat
Puttin phsycology in your biology
No scientolgy
Dianedic anistedic
You took bad advise
Kid, i'm madd precise
When it's time to get nice
I heat it up like spice
Chorus (x 2)
C'mon lets be real
You only think you can deal
Cause when i'm holdin the steel
I rock shit that make you feel like
'damn that look easy, maybe i could do it'
So you take a phat beat
And put your wack rhymes to it
And god only knows
What could make you persue it
For those that cant dance
Just clap your hands to it
Chorus
You tell me you the baddest
And you get the most cream
But tell me whats the status
On your self esteem
You fronin on your jewels
And your bens
And your lex,
All the bodies that you caught
And all the females you sexed
Yes, yes ya'll
True indeed
The sight of the world
Keeps me high on weed
Makes my eyeballs bleed
But i must proceed
Yo that chic's good lookin
But she's hooked on speed
Buy a first row ticket
Watch the vultures feed
Get you culture free
From the lust and greed
Chorus (x 2)
8.Pass The Jinn
Verse：
Cockni o'dire
Watch out, bust the style i be kickin'
I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken
I'm the lord of the rings like bilbo baggins
Return of my dragon, pants be saggin'
Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin'
My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal
I'll smack mike and janet for the whole freakin' planet
Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted
From the phat back of blade, i must consume
'cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom
So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew
Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you
Verse：
Divine styler
Verse：
Cockni o'dire
I bow my head to the east five times a day
I put my face in the dirt every time i pray
To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's
Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover
I'm steady rollin' with my head ＊＊＊＊＊ up
'cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts
And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest
The black 850 representin' my status
Plus, i got the baddest, house on the hill
My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still
Verse：
Divine styler
Verse：
Cockni o'dire
I said take me from your house of pain
See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane
So put down your juice, pass your jinn
Push up on a skin, i begin to win
There ain't, no need to worry about where i've been
If i pass my jinn i begin to win
I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn
Push up on a skin i begin to win
There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where i've been
If i pass my jinn i begin to win
Verse：
Divine styler
9.Shut The Door
Baby, bounce to my rhythm, i be radiatin' static
With toys in my attic, styles automatic
I love 'em
Asiatic, japanese, and puerto rican
Every time i start speakin', i wind up freakin'
Some little fleusy n＊＊＊＊ in my jacuzzi
If ya think i'm not choosy than the joke's on you
You want the 411, baby here's my style
I like 'em young but i'm no freaky pedophile
I'm known to set it wild, young girls get creamy
Swing 'em through the mo and the ev will get steamy
You can't see me, i play the set low
Scrapin' on the bottom, smokin' l's if i got 'em
And i ain't too proud to beg for your leg
Let me push up in the thighs, i'll fertilize your egg
Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure
Strip you down bare, lay your things on the dresser
While the children of the lesser, go out and play the hard rock
role
Girl, i stay rock hard
Chorus：
So if i get mine, you'll get yours
And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers
We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Verse：
Divine styler
Chorus
Verse：
Cockni o'dire
Ahhh, baby, can't you feel it, deep down inside ya
I can't hide the fact i wanna ride your
Body up and down and then back and forth
Kind of like aaliyah, girl, i wanna see ya
Oohh, you look good, honey bun, i can't fake it
And word is bond i just got to get you n＊＊＊＊
And once you're n＊＊＊＊ i'm a lick your skin
Then touch you in spots that ain't nobody else been
I'll kiss you down there when you're bare
And i swear that i'll do it right
I'll make it last all night
But don't put up a fight
'cause i ain't macho man randy
I'm not a savage, i just want some candy
And it's, fine and dandy if you need some time
But let me know whatcha think and, sugar, ease my mind
Let me know where i stand, come take my hand
Give me a hug, then lay me down on the rug
Chorus
10.The Have Nots
Here come the...here come the, here come the pain (pain)...x4
Uplift your soul
Get your house in order
Mc's be actin' like they walkin' on water
I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in hyku
Who you gonna lie to
Before i crucify you
Hammer to the nails
My face impailen'
My acid flashbacks got everything trailin'
I'm sailen blind on the open sea
Like an overload of coatahacian refugees
And i'm on my knees
My face on the rug
One more frustration for my salvation
My jinns buggin up
Got me fuckin' up
Callin' my flesh
But my sole wouldn't mesh
So lick a shot when i heat up the spot
I'm taking from the have's
'cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when i heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot
So lick a shot when i heat up the spot
I'm taking from the have's
'cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when i heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot
Here come the...here come the...here come the pain...x4
I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me
I thought i was lost but thank god you found me
I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide
Lord i tried...lord i tried
To make the best of what i got
I keep on takin' my shots
From the critics and the media
That's what it be to ya
But you can stick it where the sun don't shine
'cause i'm goin for mine
I rock it all the time
Here come the pain
Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats
I'll run the hustle on the legend like minnesota fats
Not domino cause your wisdom found at thrill
Drunk on strawberry hill the episode be re-runnin'
Over and over, and three times a lady
She said peep the scene at the end i ain't shady
But, you and me be hush hush
The word be mush
If you take the low pro
I'll still give you some
'cause i got a man and he pays my bills
Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails
Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry i be
vietkong
I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish
I'll grant your every wish
11.What's That Smell？
I say lord.. have mercy.
I say...
Stop! hey, what's that sound？
Everybody look what's goin' down.
I'm everlastin'.
Forever on a roll
I'm rockin' to the boat,
Steamin' gray matter tone.
I ain't sayin' i'm god, but you can graft this.
Chances are if i'm a star, i'd be johnny mathis.
On some smooth s＊＊t, i'd be gaming all the honeys.
Hitting hugh hefner with his playboy bunnies.
Check the sunday funnies, i be reading doonesbury.
See me after dark, love, s＊＊t be getting scary.
I'll freak you
Like carrie on the night of the prom
Let's keep it
Cool and calm
I'll start stroking your palm.
Work my way up your arm,
And start kissing your ear.
Maybe licking your lips, then pulling your hair.
Yeah i freak the back spasm, to get the ＊＊＊＊＊.
And if my legs cramp, girl, i lick that stamp
I got it sewn, love
So you ain't got no worries.
Hold up, wait a second.
My vision's getting blurry.
Stop. hey.
What's that smell？
Someone laced dust all up in my l.
B＊＊＊＊es start sweatin' once the pockets swell.
Let's take it back 14,000,000 cells.
Periodic measures
To say my rhymes.
Too much of this dope
Need growth-type slow
Of a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves
Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves.
Break a branchling wist stick.
Lyrics for the mystical.
Yo fancy, shake your chancy.
Our transystem is torn mcs
I hymn-zen, then i'm casualies.
Pot smoke-seeds, relativities
Seize it, i be
On every first ability
Of chaos, a higher form of infinity
Gettin' me virtually supreme id.
Perfecters and tackers
At which my faster phrased words
Super-lax, break raps, and mc's jump off wacks.
Revolves and steers,
And still sees time stilt.
I work for real bill divine, it's lyrical chill.
I say...
Stop! hey! what's that smell....etc.
12.While I'm Here
Cockni o'dire and my man, divine
Danny boy, you my brother till the end of time
The big boss, ross, for engineerin' the track
My man, bilal bashir, for his backyard shack
My man, sadat x, for a pocket full of stress
And my man, diamond, for when he kicks it out west
For my man, j. disco, and fly ty, too
My man, frank ball, for the phat tattoo
My peoples king emms and mike nadone
Killa rhyme klik, the kings of the microphone
My man, dj lee, 'cause his beats are so stank
And these are just a few people that i wish to thank
My man, lucky locked up, and avinar
My man, albee, just for chasin' squals
Chorus：
I got a whole lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
I got a whole lotta love to give
My girl, t-love, for the hook-up and vibe
And dilated peoples be down with the tribe
A yes y'all, i 'lowball' with peter greene
Killa rhyme klik be wreckin' the scene
Chorus
13.X-files
Truly, i say truly
Truly, truly
Well if jesus is your lord
Then praise your god
And if islams's your thing-
Allah u akbar
And if you represent the 6 pointed star
Well, then my hebs back home told me say shalom
I put grooves in the mix
I make moves like the knicks
I'll take ya strait up the lane
And block you out the frame
Then i freez it
Believes it
You needs it like heroin
Before you git your fight on
Kid, get your stare on
Here come the don dada
Makin' ghettos red hotter
I drop the boom bada
Like jake lamatta
I can single you out
And isolate you like mato
I'm undefeted like rocky marciano
I hit you right below the belt
Now you singin' saprano
Talk what ya talk
Still you dont know what i know
Chorus
Something for ass
Something for cash
Some do the knowledge
Some do the math
Some stick to the road
Some stray from the path
Some do the knowlege
Some do the math
Now east coast- west coast
Wonderin' what's the beef
It's goin down rough
Like swallowin teeth
I say word to din lizzy
Kid, i get busy
And i'll knock all of ya'll
Off this wonder wall
Cause on a daily basis
I rock like oasis
Quick to be your style
From a fetus to a child
I kill 14 billion cells
Fuffin l's
Stompin devils on all 9 levels of l
Check the transmission
Hear the transition
Observe the technition
In fly night vision
You high-light reels
I lace my drug deals
As you skim and check feels
Off chics in high heels
It's all bright and sunny
When your holdin big money
My sonics got youth
As my mud got honey
I can be the king of grunge
If i blow my spunge away
There's a little black spot on the sun today
Which i dont care if my souls are dead
So come on and feel the sting of the true pain king
Chorus (2x)
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