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DJ Vadim feat Phi-Life Cypher - Ghetto Rebels
[Phi-Life]
I'm vexed and perplexed like Malcolm X
On stage with chains around their necks
From the thread of the governments evil flex
I'm taking steps against the kind of lies they try to bring me
As a ? soldier with ?
Daily papers they're just propaganda scriptures from the government
It's not the daily news, it's the daily satanical supplement
Cause they don't deal with holy testaments just war and pestilence
Can I get a witness I don't need one in fact there's too much evidence
Spying on the people lying evil little devils
They're recruiting demon soldiers while they execute our rebels
CCTV cameras set up on no man's borders
They're not for law and order, they're Lucifer's camcorders
Politicians they're not concord borders they're using flying saucers
Decide to take to the sky or travel underwater
Chameleon type reptilians moving they're tongues like geckos
And they're trying to turn our ghettos into oversized death rows
You want heroin there's tons of that, guns and crack
But who's got the funds and cash the same people who supply guns to Iraq
They're pimping the public like rent boys prostitutes and hookers
Bringing strain to the brain as you remain in this giant pressure cooker
Behind your back trying to took your promise the world and overlook us
Spreading the evil love of Beelzebub, these human race butchers
Mankind destroyers, life I'm chasing those freemasons
Chasing 'em back to the place of birth to reverse all of their creations
Scientists give us fabrication of mathematical equations
But the square root of my truth will cause the devil devastation
[Cypher]
Well listen I'm more than vexed
I live in a time where I can't afford to flex
The police are stopping and searching just like some illegal border checks
You better beware we're living inside of lucifers era
My cypher's been scientifically sent back in time to prepare ya
So start stoning the Babylonians to show you're controlling then
Cause this Babylon been fuelling my anger just like petroleum
I'm scolding them with the hard rhymes from a scarred mind
From living amongst the hard times
Where people just working through all of the serpentine
The devils disciple that stifle our plans for freedom
If wee keep conforming to all these laws set by the demons
They're thinking they're intellects
By plugging the whole world with the internet
If they thinking they got me they're information be incorrect
I'm using my third eye to guide I through the wilderness
Cause the system in Babylon's bad and there's enough people that's skilled in this
I'm vexed with the devils descendents with paganist pendants
For having the lack of faith and a disregard for repentance
My lyrical sentence is longer than people that's charged for child sex
Cause all the disordered leaders are into having a wild flex
I'm vexed with the government sects for giving this minimum wage
And working this nine 'til five bringing heat to my simmering rage
I spit this lyrical wisdom to charge down the Babylon systems
The rebellious Rastafarian that's flinging his fist to the system
[Phi-Life]
Listen Atti if the devil tries to take Selassie
Put some ? you lose more blood than the face of Arturo Gati
I'm a raw rhyming anti smoking idol keeping it tribal
While reading pages of the bible to gain vision as a disciple
Studying at rasta night school while using my tongue as a rifle
Sniping you worse than the bible cause life I'm all about survival
I spitting my violent recitals so bright that they melt your eyeballs
Turning the Anti-Christ suicidal wrestle the devil like Shawn Michaels
The clash of the titans will over crush the devil and take his title
Phi-Life will remain his messengers cause a rasta revival
No time to idle the rastas are rising black we come to wipe out crack
Paint the Whitehouse black and speak real fast to the children
Expose our government foes who know the truth will never be told
They teach the people the root of all evil while they're stashing all of the gold
Attacking their souls and spirits until your life is finished
Phi-Life I spit the righteous lyrics
Chained the minds of the cynics held the blind endemic
Cause when I talk my vocal is blessed with holy powers
Making the devils cower while shaking the foundations of the Babylon tower
I terminate them like T2 when I spit my scriptures in Hebrew
A politicians not an honest man like a hologram he be see-through
Trying to deceive you lead you up the path so that they can feed you
Phi-Life I'm a friend of races representing the rasta nation
So when we flex on a rhythm we draw on the powers of the law of exorcism
Inject the rhythm of the holy serum purify all the fat cats
Who experiment on innocent lives of people like they were monkeys or lab rats
[Cypher]
My ? sound tear the transponders out of your pounds
And explode Babylon satellites that scanning down to the ground
With the type of coast to reveal we're living under a microscope
My cipher be strangling Babylonians with the tightest rope
I'm fringing the violence you can **** with living with silence
Cause before long they be forcing us into buying a breathing licence
I'm dissing authority with my forces of purity
I piss in the parliament and I fart on the face of conformity
I never fill in the government census they cunningly sent us
It's asking me information like what I ate for my breakfast
Cause we the Messiah that's bringing more fire to the empire
With the type of tribal recitals that's setting Satan on fire
We're culling the paganist shaman the Phi-Life Cypher will slay them
Reveal the seventh seal to start the freemason complaining
With positive action infiltrates into paganist factions
I smashing your playstation and all these tools of distraction
With adequate satisfaction I smashing Babylon's walls
To stop all the gat cat bureaucrats from giving it all
DJ Vadim feat Phi-Life Cypher - Ghetto Rebels
[Phi-Life]
I'm vexed and perplexed like Malcolm X
On stage with chains around their necks
From the thread of the governments evil flex
I'm taking steps against the kind of lies they try to bring me
As a ? soldier with ?
Daily papers they're just propaganda scriptures from the government
It's not the daily news, it's the daily satanical supplement
Cause they don't deal with holy testaments just war and pestilence
Can I get a witness I don't need one in fact there's too much evidence
Spying on the people lying evil little devils
They're recruiting demon soldiers while they execute our rebels
CCTV cameras set up on no man's borders
They're not for law and order, they're Lucifer's camcorders
Politicians they're not concord borders they're using flying saucers
Decide to take to the sky or travel underwater
Chameleon type reptilians moving they're tongues like geckos
And they're trying to turn our ghettos into oversized death rows
You want heroin there's tons of that, guns and crack
But who's got the funds and cash the same people who supply guns to Iraq
They're pimping the public like rent boys prostitutes and hookers
Bringing strain to the brain as you remain in this giant pressure cooker
Behind your back trying to took your promise the world and overlook us
Spreading the evil love of Beelzebub, these human race butchers
Mankind destroyers, life I'm chasing those freemasons
Chasing 'em back to the place of birth to reverse all of their creations
Scientists give us fabrication of mathematical equations
But the square root of my truth will cause the devil devastation
[Cypher]
Well listen I'm more than vexed
I live in a time where I can't afford to flex
The police are stopping and searching just like some illegal border checks
You better beware we're living inside of lucifers era
My cypher's been scientifically sent back in time to prepare ya
So start stoning the Babylonians to show you're controlling then
Cause this Babylon been fuelling my anger just like petroleum
I'm scolding them with the hard rhymes from a scarred mind
From living amongst the hard times
Where people just working through all of the serpentine
The devils disciple that stifle our plans for freedom
If wee keep conforming to all these laws set by the demons
They're thinking they're intellects
By plugging the whole world with the internet
If they thinking they got me they're information be incorrect
I'm using my third eye to guide I through the wilderness
Cause the system in Babylon's bad and there's enough people that's skilled in this
I'm vexed with the devils descendents with paganist pendants
For having the lack of faith and a disregard for repentance
My lyrical sentence is longer than people that's charged for child sex
Cause all the disordered leaders are into having a wild flex
I'm vexed with the government sects for giving this minimum wage
And working this nine 'til five bringing heat to my simmering rage
I spit this lyrical wisdom to charge down the Babylon systems
The rebellious Rastafarian that's flinging his fist to the system
[Phi-Life]
Listen Atti if the devil tries to take Selassie
Put some ? you lose more blood than the face of Arturo Gati
I'm a raw rhyming anti smoking idol keeping it tribal
While reading pages of the bible to gain vision as a disciple
Studying at rasta night school while using my tongue as a rifle
Sniping you worse than the bible cause life I'm all about survival
I spitting my violent recitals so bright that they melt your eyeballs
Turning the Anti-Christ suicidal wrestle the devil like Shawn Michaels
The clash of the titans will over crush the devil and take his title
Phi-Life will remain his messengers cause a rasta revival
No time to idle the rastas are rising black we come to wipe out crack
Paint the Whitehouse black and speak real fast to the children
Expose our government foes who know the truth will never be told
They teach the people the root of all evil while they're stashing all of the gold
Attacking their souls and spirits until your life is finished
Phi-Life I spit the righteous lyrics
Chained the minds of the cynics held the blind endemic
Cause when I talk my vocal is blessed with holy powers
Making the devils cower while shaking the foundations of the Babylon tower
I terminate them like T2 when I spit my scriptures in Hebrew
A politicians not an honest man like a hologram he be see-through
Trying to deceive you lead you up the path so that they can feed you
Phi-Life I'm a friend of races representing the rasta nation
So when we flex on a rhythm we draw on the powers of the law of exorcism
Inject the rhythm of the holy serum purify all the fat cats
Who experiment on innocent lives of people like they were monkeys or lab rats
[Cypher]
My ? sound tear the transponders out of your pounds
And explode Babylon satellites that scanning down to the ground
With the type of coast to reveal we're living under a microscope
My cipher be strangling Babylonians with the tightest rope
I'm fringing the violence you can **** with living with silence
Cause before long they be forcing us into buying a breathing licence
I'm dissing authority with my forces of purity
I piss in the parliament and I fart on the face of conformity
I never fill in the government census they cunningly sent us
It's asking me information like what I ate for my breakfast
Cause we the Messiah that's bringing more fire to the empire
With the type of tribal recitals that's setting Satan on fire
We're culling the paganist shaman the Phi-Life Cypher will slay them
Reveal the seventh seal to start the freemason complaining
With positive action infiltrates into paganist factions
I smashing your playstation and all these tools of distraction
With adequate satisfaction I smashing Babylon's walls
To stop all the gat cat bureaucrats from giving it all
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DJ Vadim feat Gift of Gab (Blackalicious) - Combustible
No more chains holding me
Say I'm free, free, I'm free
My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer
Whatever you call it
Hitting you like splat like slimer and that's my prerogative
And when I'm done
You'll say the job I did made your metropolis
I'm more enhanced, and more co-operative, communal spawn ta live
I shot the gift provocatively
Held it down like shocking it
Puffed any green seteva I can hit and dough the chocolate
Sat with wise mentor sit and talk a bit of the apocalypse
And how to make this world that's about to end a bit more positive
The first, his voice was rough and needed some throat lozenges
He offered his opinion, youthful with expression, talkative
The second one had more method with; he moved and plodded with
He said the world has cheated karma and must be now audited
The third one seemed a bit more centred as he led us on a ship
He said something's just can't be and found we exist as onuses
The moments all we got
So live it now
Don't trip on politics
We all return to the same passage
Broke or if your wallets thick
Now I'll inflict my Monumental, all essential, scholarship
That's dominant so on a pencil I'm a grip so come on in
I kinda went oh, how the wind go
Continental, prominent
This rhyming is pro
Kinda get your mind a bit smoked
What a hit (repeated)
Get back on (sung)
My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer
However you see it
Infinite with rap designer
And that's how I'm freaking it
Linking you
List the thoughts that move like currents of electric watch
Whose brains invade like plants and fields that flourish
Co connect the dots
Of ET, D&A, Galactic Raps
That's G and A and After that
A B and hey I master tactics
We obey our fashion sense
Auf Wiedersehen, ariverderche, Adios, Aloha
Make alligator bags from scratch
I'll slaughter bullets and cobras
Pythons and icons
Fight wrongs recite songs
All night long, with the lights on
Ultra proton neutron
Glue blacks till they too strong
Luke warm, flukes gone, nuclear true balm prince move on
It's venom moving eons
Beyond beyond
Lose star
Lightness of a lightning
Riding bikes through Jerusalem
Liking your awareness and imperative
Like a loose nut
Till you grasp often at the chance
My styles an alien immigrant
That'll will the crowd with the pitter-patter as the children chin out
Who rocks (repeated)\
DJ Vadim feat Atmosphere - Edie Brikell
I feel that most of you soldiers are flimsy
how the hell did you get over as an emcee
now the dialogue injectors they simply
and I respect those that hold it against me
paid rules and made rules to break rules
stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools
gave jewels to use from cradle to grade school
to the grave and still wade through the pools of
I love you and I hate you
[Chorus: 2x]
and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
nothing can **** w/ the way it goes around
first off focus, figure out why you wrote it
what's the motive, what you use to grow it
do the people want it, do they need it
or would they rather that you keep it
is the party not poppin, or atleast a couple of heads noddin
does the pass or fail depend on whether or not a check's gotten
is it the laughter, the love, the hope
is it the aspiration to make other rappers think you're dope
is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels
the hunger, you want more than left over eggroll
shit, I made a video, I ain't even got cable
so if you ain't down w/ what we do you better lay low
my future's made of play dough, past is made of stone
virgo playboy slug is dumb building a home
and it lead me to believe the 3D that I breathe
thru the tv and the CD be the need to grit the teeth
a 20 something wasteland, here comes the out of place space man
spread the wingspan, staring at the ocean like it was a woman
hoping that she'll let me run my toes thru her pink sand
[Chorus: 2x]
Now here I sit in this cellar
writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter
it goes 1 part hustler, 2 parts good guy
sounds like it should,but the shit doesn't look right
took my hook and pierced your skin, so now when I say jump
y'all say when, when I say now all of y'all say where
when I say Atmos, you say phere
you know me, but just the me I let you see
the me you need to so you could set yourself free
you'll have to shut slug up to **** slug up
but for now baby close your mouth and lift your butt up
[Chorus: 2x]
I used to play the back of the club in study mode
placing bets on who would leave the set w/ a bloody nose
(headshots) headshots used to talk alot of shit
used to walk alot of shit, the pretrial of accomplishment
before I knew that this network existed
just another baggy pants sweat shirted misfit
the pilot sticker bombed spell it right S-L-U-G
don't get it wrong, that shit's my life
and I'm thankful for the angles, the lessons I've learned
I'm happy as hell for how the carrousel turned
smile at the angel that stole my sperm
cuz now maybe the legend can outlive the germ
[Chorus]
and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
nothing can **** w/ the way it goes around
and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
nothing can **** w/ edie brikell
DJ Vadim feat Sarah Jones - Your Revolution
[Intro]
Yeah yeah, yeah this goes out to all the women and men from New York to
London to LA to Tokyo struggling to keep their self-respect in this climate
of misogyny, money worship and mass production of hip-hop's illegitimate child,
Hip-Pop. And this especially goes out to Gil Scott-Heron, friend, living legend
and proto-rapper who wrote "The Revolution will not be Televised." Much Respect.
[Verse]
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Not happen between these thighs
Not happen between these thighs
The real revolution ain't about booty size
The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you drives
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls
Baby your notorious revolution
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche, in my bush
Your revolution will not be killing me softly, with Fugees
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring
And produce little future emcees
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it well
doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come on now
Your revolution will not be you smacking it up, flipping it, or rubbing it down
Nor will it take you downtown or humpin around
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not have me singing, ain't no toller Typ like the one I got
And your revolution will not be sending me for no drip, drip VD shot
And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise
Or helping you fantasize
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
No no, not between these thighs
Oh, my Jamican brother, your revolution will not make you feel bombastic
And really fantastic
And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla,
butter pecan, chocolate delux
Or having Akinyele's dream, m-hmm a 6-foot blowjob machine m-hmm
You want to subjugate your queen? uh-huh
Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few bucks?
Please brother please
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
And making me believe I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown
Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed
And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes
I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego
We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense
But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status
To express what you feel
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
Will not be you shaking and me *yawn* faking
Between these thighs
Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real revolution
You know I'm talking about the revolution
When it comes, it's gonna be real
It's gonna be real
It's gonna be real
When it finally comes
When it finally comes
It's gonna be real, yeah yeah
DJ Vadim feat Gift of Gab (Blackalicious) - Combustible
No more chains holding me
Say I'm free, free, I'm free
My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer
Whatever you call it
Hitting you like splat like slimer and that's my prerogative
And when I'm done
You'll say the job I did made your metropolis
I'm more enhanced, and more co-operative, communal spawn ta live
I shot the gift provocatively
Held it down like shocking it
Puffed any green seteva I can hit and dough the chocolate
Sat with wise mentor sit and talk a bit of the apocalypse
And how to make this world that's about to end a bit more positive
The first, his voice was rough and needed some throat lozenges
He offered his opinion, youthful with expression, talkative
The second one had more method with; he moved and plodded with
He said the world has cheated karma and must be now audited
The third one seemed a bit more centred as he led us on a ship
He said something's just can't be and found we exist as onuses
The moments all we got
So live it now
Don't trip on politics
We all return to the same passage
Broke or if your wallets thick
Now I'll inflict my Monumental, all essential, scholarship
That's dominant so on a pencil I'm a grip so come on in
I kinda went oh, how the wind go
Continental, prominent
This rhyming is pro
Kinda get your mind a bit smoked
What a hit (repeated)
Get back on (sung)
My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer
However you see it
Infinite with rap designer
And that's how I'm freaking it
Linking you
List the thoughts that move like currents of electric watch
Whose brains invade like plants and fields that flourish
Co connect the dots
Of ET, D&A, Galactic Raps
That's G and A and After that
A B and hey I master tactics
We obey our fashion sense
Auf Wiedersehen, ariverderche, Adios, Aloha
Make alligator bags from scratch
I'll slaughter bullets and cobras
Pythons and icons
Fight wrongs recite songs
All night long, with the lights on
Ultra proton neutron
Glue blacks till they too strong
Luke warm, flukes gone, nuclear true balm prince move on
It's venom moving eons
Beyond beyond
Lose star
Lightness of a lightning
Riding bikes through Jerusalem
Liking your awareness and imperative
Like a loose nut
Till you grasp often at the chance
My styles an alien immigrant
That'll will the crowd with the pitter-patter as the children chin out
Who rocks (repeated)\
DJ Vadim feat Atmosphere - Edie Brikell
I feel that most of you soldiers are flimsy
how the hell did you get over as an emcee
now the dialogue injectors they simply
and I respect those that hold it against me
paid rules and made rules to break rules
stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools
gave jewels to use from cradle to grade school
to the grave and still wade through the pools of
I love you and I hate you
[Chorus: 2x]
and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
nothing can **** w/ the way it goes around
first off focus, figure out why you wrote it
what's the motive, what you use to grow it
do the people want it, do they need it
or would they rather that you keep it
is the party not poppin, or atleast a couple of heads noddin
does the pass or fail depend on whether or not a check's gotten
is it the laughter, the love, the hope
is it the aspiration to make other rappers think you're dope
is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels
the hunger, you want more than left over eggroll
shit, I made a video, I ain't even got cable
so if you ain't down w/ what we do you better lay low
my future's made of play dough, past is made of stone
virgo playboy slug is dumb building a home
and it lead me to believe the 3D that I breathe
thru the tv and the CD be the need to grit the teeth
a 20 something wasteland, here comes the out of place space man
spread the wingspan, staring at the ocean like it was a woman
hoping that she'll let me run my toes thru her pink sand
[Chorus: 2x]
Now here I sit in this cellar
writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter
it goes 1 part hustler, 2 parts good guy
sounds like it should,but the shit doesn't look right
took my hook and pierced your skin, so now when I say jump
y'all say when, when I say now all of y'all say where
when I say Atmos, you say phere
you know me, but just the me I let you see
the me you need to so you could set yourself free
you'll have to shut slug up to **** slug up
but for now baby close your mouth and lift your butt up
[Chorus: 2x]
I used to play the back of the club in study mode
placing bets on who would leave the set w/ a bloody nose
(headshots) headshots used to talk alot of shit
used to walk alot of shit, the pretrial of accomplishment
before I knew that this network existed
just another baggy pants sweat shirted misfit
the pilot sticker bombed spell it right S-L-U-G
don't get it wrong, that shit's my life
and I'm thankful for the angles, the lessons I've learned
I'm happy as hell for how the carrousel turned
smile at the angel that stole my sperm
cuz now maybe the legend can outlive the germ
[Chorus]
and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
nothing can **** w/ the way it goes around
and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin
nothing can **** w/ edie brikell
DJ Vadim feat Sarah Jones - Your Revolution
[Intro]
Yeah yeah, yeah this goes out to all the women and men from New York to
London to LA to Tokyo struggling to keep their self-respect in this climate
of misogyny, money worship and mass production of hip-hop's illegitimate child,
Hip-Pop. And this especially goes out to Gil Scott-Heron, friend, living legend
and proto-rapper who wrote "The Revolution will not be Televised." Much Respect.
[Verse]
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Not happen between these thighs
Not happen between these thighs
The real revolution ain't about booty size
The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you drives
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls
Baby your notorious revolution
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche, in my bush
Your revolution will not be killing me softly, with Fugees
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring
And produce little future emcees
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it well
doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come on now
Your revolution will not be you smacking it up, flipping it, or rubbing it down
Nor will it take you downtown or humpin around
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not have me singing, ain't no toller Typ like the one I got
And your revolution will not be sending me for no drip, drip VD shot
And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise
Or helping you fantasize
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
No no, not between these thighs
Oh, my Jamican brother, your revolution will not make you feel bombastic
And really fantastic
And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla,
butter pecan, chocolate delux
Or having Akinyele's dream, m-hmm a 6-foot blowjob machine m-hmm
You want to subjugate your queen? uh-huh
Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few bucks?
Please brother please
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
And making me believe I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown
Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed
And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes
I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego
We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense
But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status
To express what you feel
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
Will not be you shaking and me *yawn* faking
Between these thighs
Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real revolution
You know I'm talking about the revolution
When it comes, it's gonna be real
It's gonna be real
It's gonna be real
When it finally comes
When it finally comes
It's gonna be real, yeah yeah