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Voice of Fury (Hip-Hop Fury Remix) feat. Revolution
IP: B40D D41F
(Beat: Hip Hop Fury – GZA)
Right back at ya! Hook: (x1) Grungy crap rappers get crumbled up like crack-pot Fuck with the game and I’ll leave your limbs stacked up You full of rounds found ripped up in a zip-lock Can’t stand this perversion of the first form of hip-hop Verse 1: (Revolution) Hit the drop, we about to gas this fake talk and I ain’t gonna stay hear Rapping about guns, gangs... fan a flame and they straight wanna disappear I’mma make it clear, this ain’t hating, just the sound of splitting ears There’s sadness attached to this as I’m shifting attacks up another gear Capulate, articulate, state immaculate rap pieces to portray the hidden truth Cos the industry is like rats in a maze with one big cheese under a roof It’s survival of the fittest, the lies fuel the riches in this wicked chase Listening to the same generically modified fools leaving bitter aftertastes Yo, we stepped up the depth and I’m entrapped with evoked rage Building up my rep step by step as the Revolution’s coming of age Each creative inked page sinks and haters said I couldn’t rhyme Punk me bully, friend of mine, I took Ashton, Dax and Demi’s life like Columbine Pounding might it’s lids off, red dot circled plots ripping hip hop Leeching off every tear drop, witnessing careers stop as I steer to the top Busting shots with karate chops in combat, lash at bitch-ass corporate mortals Cut through them leaving wounds of torture as big as stargate portals, it’s war! Hook x 1 Verse 2: (GE) Tick tock, ya times up… my flow blast ahead like fast clocks Take you out, pound for pound, downsize throwbacks into tank tops Ground shots with a block glocks steeze, flying keys that crack locks Bodies masked by fat slugs when bullets bounce off my brain at ya snack box I’ll leave you unseen cus, like writing on pavement with black chalk You fake fuck, feading on us, the underground gotta eat when I stack thugs Fill ya grill every time you wanna put your beef through my sicker bite I spit with spite, Rip up kites when storm fronts cue with flickering lights Got kissed by blight when I dip in your thought stream and fish for fright Soft jawed ballers pushing for tooth fairies leaving really rich tonight So don’t try me, you gotta stay grimy or become a function in the money machine Scene rehearsal, role reversal… your vision of the top’s deemed a phony dream Verse 3: (Revolution) Seems you got no style, I stepped through ya insides and found no tight vibe to pitch The industry’s up ya ass controllin ya speech like dolls of ventriloquists *Muah* death’s kiss, slash the hairlines of skullcaps on industry soldiers Glass fragments attached and the managers won’t even look over their shoulders Split faults and folders, purple marks on ya raps, bash ya art til ya flow halters You bustas couldn’t start trends if ya pulled ya socks over dizzy knees (Disney) like Walter Bless death wit two edges, side-lined mastermind showing attitude from the forehead While these fakes find power on the streets poppin pencilled lead wit rubber goretex Verse 4: (GE) I’m getting flexed, locked in with voices getting louder like the tower of Babel Feel like I’m talking to walking sheep, stuck in some dour fable Wake up, I turned the tables, your game’s unstable, diabolic at best Can’t even bust a free… that leaves you screwed off the top like bottle caps Yo I’m putting dog’s to rest, throttle cats, they call me a psychotic vet Been in this game half a minute, but I’m demanding respect, imagine that! The industry’s a production line, everyone’s rushing to get on the bus in time But the real train of mind’s left the station, execs are just out to crush ya spine Just one more time, I read in a magazine that sex is vital for staying healthy So here I am, fucking up whack rappers to cure this self-titled industry Hook x 1 Verse 5 (Revolution) *Bang bang* Acting like mafia men, mechanistically systematically in the name of being vain Just cos you press the “systems” buttons don’t make you part of the game (just a wrench) Nothing changes, just the titles, fake idols excite the streets with pitiful singers The industry sells out, sit n spin, it’s like basketballs on index, middle fingers Lyrical spitter, scorpion stinger, don’t hide behind pillows fighting for discipline Industry masquerade, reveal masked faces like Di Caprio and I’ll still be king Show y’all something, cos history teaches one man brings empires to purity The Revolution exorcises souls, about to hit this industry with new kinds of hip hop fury Verse 6: (GE) Yo I got the cure G, you’re getting fed a nail on the head with a diamond hammer Must be the way the shine when I rhyme makes them grown men stammer Don’t piss me off, I’m the fucking evil twin of David Banner Sent here to salvage world’s words ya heard… win and save the grammar You there, I’ll blast ya, don’t play with my music, our philosophy I’ll put bats to your knee every time you even think about capping me Got a degree in burning lines and shredded emcees was the cost to me Had to crush a few feeble minds and accidentally weakened the whole industry What a tragedy… fools being raped and displayed by higher levels Not knowing they sold their souls, getting played by fiery devils You slipped up like Freudian, getting squashed like a melodeon You got a light but you ain’t radiant fool, you crooked as the gammadion Got bridged long ago Arcadian by the royal ghost of Adrian Paladin of the truer faith, hip hop… don’t make me say it again It’s a shame you fading again, praying again, saying I’m playing again I’ll send vents of fury to your brain stem again and then we’ll see if you’re really a man! Hook x 2 Wha-wha-wha? How many times did you bite to sounds this conspicuous? How many lines will you rhyme before I start bustin vicious? How many pricks do you ride? How did pussies get so viscous? How many dicks did you glide to flow so boldy ri‘dick’ulous? How many blind eyes did I turn when bitches acted mischievous? And how fists will fly with one more lie… please enlighten us (beat stops and an old Chinese man recites a proverb) You learn nothing! It’s the same old story. He that will not apply new remedies must expect new evils, as time is the greatest innovator... Meh…Young people these days… Who are you anyway stranger? |
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