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Verse:
In a place of chaos corruption and devilish vice
Treacherous hustlers gamble their lives with dice
Home to vile musky days and freezing cold nights
Where the weak close eyes devoured has they hold tight
The tenacious strive to fend for themselves
On a dark path of the shadows of the frail
In the same grim alleys where saints fall from grace
Satan and his minions hatred gain strength
As cries of the suffering echo through the obscurity
Heard only by putrid vermin and lost souls of impurity
Temptations and cheap thrills lead the mislead begging for redemption
Scorned by the wrath of fire and brimstones’ deception
As the midnight hour approaches
Red Eyes pierce the darkness like metal to corrosion
The jaded King smokes from his chalice as he sits at his throne
While some may call this place hell/ Dialekt calls it home
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Bridge:
We got that weed up here/shit is deep up here
Temp stays way below freeze up here
Ain’t no sleep up here we on our creep up here
Scrambling just for something to eat up here
Ain’t no Peace up here with the Beast up here
You could get shot by police up here
Kick your feet up here get your re-up here
OG’s stay stacking up G’z up / yeeeeah!!!
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Verse II:
Real City don’t pump brakes we hit the gas
Speeding down strip no license picture that
Letting the rhythm blast tipping my liquor back
Trying not to crash make it home with the whip intact
Chasing bigger stacks fast while the pigs harass
Trash talk side tracked by this chicken’s ass
Mac like fritz the cat/ time to get the math
Had to recap in the rearview / it’s a rap
Hour glass figure mirror cupping her booty
She draped up Prada/ Louis/ lenses Gucci
Mommy unruly/ truly she was out of a movie
Name’s Chad Game to holla’s my duty
Took a puff from the doobie/ busted a U-wee/ untucking my jewelry
Cutting traffic so sue me as I brushed the ash off my Coogie
Cool Breeze slayed the dragon like Bruce lee
Hour later fatty banging cutie in the back of the hooptie
Let’s ride
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Bridge:
Ashes to Ashes dust to dust
Spark up an L for breakfast and a blunt for lunch
Walk dragging my nuts/ pants sagging so what
Counting tax free cash still stacking up
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Verse I:
Running these streets ain’t nothing for free
Somehow a 9 to 5 just wasn’t for me
If I planned to survive I needed something to eat
So I copped myself a hustle and I stuck with my peeps
Please! I ain’t breathing right cursed by sleepless nights
Grandma praying for me hoping I see the light
Knowledge is key strife that’s why I read and write
So all you non-descript PhD’s need a life
Wanting my noggin touched ‘cause your momma love
Was probably busy blessing me when you called her up
Rough I toss it up then I spark a Dutch
Inhale deep eyes blood never coughing up
Crept from bottom up/ Cheers! Bottoms up!
Until I’m outta luck (sheyiiiiit) the world’s not enough
Shy and Diggy Di on the rise bossing up
What! We gon’ keep it live ‘til our coffins shut
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Verse II:
I flip digits/ done did it in one pivot
This slum living gotta go hard and come with it
Apes run districts dog/ we an army
Where I’m at you either pimp/ hustle hard or zombie
Some are all three walk around half dead
Other names get mentioned in past tense
If you got knocked bid and get home safe
It is what it is Mount Rizzy’s still home base
Without a trace I’ve been trapped in this winter cage
Instead of touring states live front and center stage
On an average day get down Cassius Clay
Knocking MC’s out… the old fashion way
They talk slick but get cautious on their way home
I’ll set up some shit you settle over pay phones
My home slang will rival your sense/ the target is set
You know you’re in some shit if I start talking in French! WHAT!!!
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Verse I:
While y’all rolled in Benz’ I blessed the izm
Questioned the system y’all can say I invested in wisdom
Went from boy to man/ still in the booth
Sent of Sativa all in his roots/ the kid is the truth
Flow feeling the proof/ Snow filling his boots
Still rolls with ignant goons willing to shoot
Want beef bring the livestock/ this is my block
You ain’t Pac you won’t get up after five shots
Bastard in baggy jeans and hi-tops
Bagging greens/ eyes red like Cyclops
Eye drops & Visine/ the Red Eye B’s kryptonite
My brain is sick/ shit I ain’t living right
So when I spit I empty the clip
Give you the full sixteen and each one gon hit
Inflict the nod factor/ fraud rapper jaw tapper
Leaving y’all open with a bar like car jackers
Pussy clots rocking long stockings rhyming off topic
Searching for their manhood in the cipher like John Bobbitt
C’mon stop it/ quit ridding my saddle
‘Cause your boss went from bull to rat like Sammy Gravano
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Dip Down
06:16
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Bridge:
May not feel me but your shorty would love to
Its ‘em DimZ Boys never know what we up to
No guest list/ line up jump in and cut through
Bouncer’s like fuck you well he’s getting rushed too
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Verse I:
Well if you got it like that and you’re strapped for war
That funny chap macking your broad/ crack his jaw
It’s the D- I- alekt and I’m back for more
Making sure ladies gents go back and forth
Hoodlums on a wrong path get crunk and haul ass
Hood rats creep low like they need a hall pass
Blast your dress code with my Tims and ball cap
Spitting all night like I finished the wrong glass
All that - raw rap recipe lyrics
Still gets more claps then STD clinics
Best if we did it/ blessed if we in it
Yes it’s weed scented in less than three minutes
Up and Downing shots past the speed limit
No matter where I’m at I was last seen pimping
Promiscuous bitches sweating these digits
So I holla at my mistress to tag team chickens
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Hook:
Honey shake your boom boom now
Wine it side to side
Dip Down/ Dip Down
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Verse II:
You were hot for a minute but it came and went
We the real deal partner/ the main event
Since my man tapped your girl your dame pretends
Like she still loves your ass and it pains her friends
Then - again all players sex the same whores
Put your drink up even if it ain’t yours
Pause- don’t get offended this is intended
For the honeys who came here for some sexing
Already got a man at home for love and affection
Wanna get their crunk on rubbing and sweating
Bouncing their backyard court is in session
So In less than a second I was ordering seconds
I can see it in her eyes I’m the thug she checking
Grinding in the club like we’re alone and naked
DimZ’ in the zone posted up by the exit
And the DJ’s my man he gon’ pull up the record
It’s hectic – I had to switch plans
Shit fam she had my third leg looking like a kick stand
And I ain’t leaving the jam with split pants
But before I had the time to explain the bitch ran – damn!
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Verse III:
This one’s for the players hitting skins with no ends
All welfare recipients and dro heads
If you hit it on the reg/ don’t own a pearl Benz
Raise the drink shorty bought and take home her girlfriend
Oooh we got a movement too of ruthless crews
Known to play the block like a rubrics cube
True Quebecers get crunk ‘til they collapse in seizure
Gold diggers playing ballers maxing out their Visa
He’s a diva pleaser never no skeezer
Find those on a nickel in the home of the beaver
Got hits out the park/ leaping over your bleachers
C-A-Nada keep it locked we taking over your speakers- Now!
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Verse I:
Still that dubious doobie puffing dude you grew up with
Coochie crushing lushes accustomed to groupie loving
‘til I bumped in this boogie dusted moody interruption
Rudely shoving/ bluffing like I won’t do him nothing
Blunted smile on my face I know something he doesn’t
Like how to stack hundreds run game in abundance
Let me to introduce some of the troop that I run with
Goonies with hoodies clutching pullies fully adjusted
Judging by his flash his cash is newly discovered
Truly disgusting how these newbie stoolies stay fronting
See this fool would love it just to see me get thugging
Throw down handle business act unruly in public
While I stick to my budget like fuck it flipping my ducats
When I spit doesn’t it makes you sick to your stomach
Rather see me gripping crutches then reaching the summit
But there ain’t nothing that gon’ stop me from keeping it coming
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Verse III:
When I was stealing from shops killing the clock
With a chill ditty bop real dealers adopt
Taught to chop Oz’s ‘cause I’d build with of a lot
Of OG’s who showed me to cop meals off the block
Back when zip locks of piff stock got filled to the top
Big shots got snuffed quick with steal to their knot
Buck fifth their grill with an ox ruff shit drilling my thoughts
It’s real in the field my innocence stopped
Like fuck a record deal kept deals concealed in my socks
Peel was the spot handing drops/ peel off with gwop
‘til my bitch made opposition had to squeal to the cops
Had me itching to kill but I know this will when it drops
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Strange Love
03:24
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Hook:
Eh! Baby girl I need to holla/ Wassup?
Read it in your face lately/ you’ve been acting strange love
Maybe there’s someone else or I should step my game up
Either way I ain’t been the same since the break up
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Verse I:
From the moment we were introduced gravity hit
My next question was about to be: “Would you marry me miss?”
You said my words razor sharp / I should write you a hit
Breaks my heart to know now it had to be this
You were my partner in crime/ bonnie and Clyde
Never needed to speak/ we read each other’s mind
So to wait for this convo is something I dreaded
Knew everything you’d say before you even said it
And moved on/ after you moved around the way
Hurts to walk by your house now every day
Analyzing what could’ve changed or what I would say
Or would I still have too much pride to beg you to stay
Scared of what I would I do if I ever saw the day
You with a next dude/ arms tied around his waste
Would I act fool/ see if he had the heart play
Or turn around head down and just walk away
I’d probably freeze up and stare from a distance
Imagining myself in dude’s shoes for an instant
So I could hold you/ feel your warmth and kisses
Reminiscing ‘bout the times we shared and how much I miss ‘em
Should’ve listened when you gave me advice
Too late to pay attention I paid the ultimate price
I was blind to your wisdom ignored the signs given
Now I’m all alone and all I want’s to be forgiven
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RIP BNB (Interlude)
01:14
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NME
04:36
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Hook:
Know your NME’s watch how they move
What cha gonna do when they drive by you
“There’s war going on outside”
“Dig it – but you gotta be hardcore to get with it.
Know your NME’s watch how they move
What cha gonna do when they drive by you
“There’s war going on outside”
“It’s the street life baby, you wouldn’t understand”
Verse:
I knew this alley cat/ Matty Matt left his habitat
With fresh jay's prescription shades for cataracts
Always rocked a fanny pack/ where he stashed the cavi at
Hustled night and day 'til he afforded to cop a Cadillac
Around here you could say he’s sort of the man
Chopping quarters and grams clocking orders and scrammed
Courts ordered a warrant kept low on the lam
Matty's nearsighted couldn't see his fall’s at hand
Damn got knocked a couple days later on the grind
Facing such a long bid he couldn't count the time
Folded under pressure coped a deal/ started dropping dimes
If the block knew! He avoided Fed time it's bed time
Deadlines paranoia raced through his fickle mind
Traded in his littles shines to buy a nickel nine
Walking late night heart pounding like a baseline
Knowing the truth trickled down through the grapevine
Still he didn't trip he was back on the strip/ handled his biz
Planed to get rich making grands hand over fist
Re-up in the city/ push it out in the sticks
Shit to this kid chopping weight was a cinch
Quick to flash his chips like he couldn't get hit
His life's been a guilt trip since the moment he snitched
Wolves on the street though can smell it when you're rotten
Them boys Matty ratted out were gone but not forgotten
His rivals started plotting stalking his every move
Patiently waiting to catch Matty slipping on the rules
Ooh! One late afternoon on the avenue
Matty came through with a six pack/ had to laugh at dude
Bragging about his best lay claimed he made a sex tape
When he heard tires screeching saw death's face
And a voice say "remember me Matt - let's play"
Then he caught 4 shots to his chest plate/ checkmate
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Verse III:
When you see me soldier salute/ blaze that L
I get weight off my shoulders when I’m raising hell
No sacrifice no victory parasites are history
I spit a killing spree off the top like guillotines
Feeling me? And if not I drop the laymen terms
Stepping in my cipher catch a death sentence case adjourned
I got their face concerned every time I spray a verse
Knowing I spit sick/ docs couldn’t trace the germ
Yeah I make it burn stashed in a sacred earn
Should’ve stayed in church want my place say the word
‘til then learn to get in line and wait your turn
Do more then play the curb if you wanna make it work
All you fakes get herbed the problem is this
Y’all stay falling off like a bottomless pit
Lacking common knowledge and wit/ dollars and cents
Wanna shine swallow your pride and follow the kid
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Verse II:
Sick with the flow iller with the stainless
Haters playing me close hoping it’s contagious
Do me no favors bragging when it ain’t happen
Popping off the top like a shot to your brain matter
Slay rappers who play savage with lame chatter
Vain bastard gained status walked with his pants sagging
Looking insane laughing rocking a strait jacket
Came with the same madness and left with the game mastered
Time to rally troops grind with alley goons
Who pass the rock off the boards like an alley-oop
Rap phenomenon don’t BS me
Mr. Game no PS3 the octagon GSP
Slang corners in fast forward too quick for your camcorder
Bag quarters on the hush/ gag order
Real city murder mass manslaughter/ Who bang harder?
Term and Diggy Di with metaphors you aint thought of
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Verse III:
Cheddar getter forever clever leave vendettas severed
Never question method vengeance is a better measure
Dialekt seven letters repping from the seventh heaven
You’ll never get it so get to stepping or get a reverend
Bat out of hell so you know where I came from
Walk with the dead snatching souls like I’m Shang Tsung
Fire breathing slang tongue word to the relic that cursed me
From day one had you begging for mercy
Think quick/ Killer instinct combo breaker
Left you smiling ear to ear with a Tanto razor
Buck 50 nah that’s more like 300
My advice is fall back keep running
War drums sounding like animals stomping
Land in a coffin stepping in this cannibal gauntlet
Stamina awesome/ push weight strength of Adonis
If dollars make sense then these cents make commas
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Verse I:
These frauds running rampant/ so static’s force of habit
Stars get established with an automatic market status
Quick to package a gimmick image and call it rapping
When all that happens is they get served as target practice
I brought relief to the game like bail papers
Trail blazer hit / the nail on the head like HellRaiser
Watching foes trying to match numbers like dominoes
You ain’t the one I’d Bite my tongue and piss hotter flows
Only time you spit sick is when you got a cold, gotta go
When this mic is on ayo it’s lock and load
Top notch immune to cock blocks and obstacles
My Optimos get the spot hot like cop patrol
We on a roll on the road to success
Whoever said you was cold broke the mold after this
You ain’t ever heard no ish quite like him
The kid’s so precise he could spit and strike lightening
I’m icing these Mike Tyson’s with a license to fight titans
My advice is/ fall back/ ain’t concerned with your crisis
Like who’s the nicest on the avenue/ Keep your gratitude
I rep it lovely from the 49th latitude
The bastard’s rude/ Pass the boom
If you don’t believe me ask Craig about my attitude
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Verse II:
Shit I been a menace like Denis burning my bridges
Earned my digits in the trenches serving the spinach
Battles u claiming u winning/u ain’t even in em
Clicking with the best in business don’t ever forget it
Even your peeps can admit it we some beast with the lyrics
Discreetly keep a spliff in the crease of my fitted
Out in Queens smoking Sen-C with Craig G in the Benzy
Haters envy/ got the streets in a frenzy… Look!
You know the deal homie get dapped from real OG,
Your boy’s ill with skills and he’s still low key
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Sleepless Nights
03:24
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Verse I:
Spoke with no apology dro was always quality
Broccoli rolled properly zoning off their philosophy
OG’s Acknowledged me basically father me
Logically it didn’t bother this gotta be my prophecy
Hustlers on the corners fronting like they won the lottery
Got caged for a Nick of the Rock/ Sean Connery
‘Stead of looking fly plan to invest and buy property
Now I’m on a shopping spree playing crooked monopoly
Mamma jocking me/ given out brains like a lobotomy
That gimmick and hypocrisy shit wasn’t hip hop to me
Back when posted by the Pz chopping collie greens
Surrounded by zombies and fiends like its Halloween
Hit the battle scene with nothing to lose
My man Ruck took me in put me up on the rules
Rumbled through the jungle as a modern day Sun Tzu
Son you with the 1-2 brass knuckle kung fu
This young dude would run through your bum crew
For fun too made some dumb moves yeah mistakes I couldn’t undo
Forgot to mention on my ascension got arrested
Caught a sentence had to deal with consequences
Intentions got defensive/ had to question my incentive
To stop is sensless when you’re on the run hopping fences
Walked the trenches clocking seconds with thoughts of vengeance
Y’all know I’m the truth on the mic so count your blessings
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Hook:
These are the days of my life
Blood/ sweat and tears fill the pages I write
For those who (are) still here and my peeps on ice
Pain/ sacrifice/ love/ life/ sleepless nights
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The Ritual (Outro)
02:06
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Dialekt Montreal, Québec
Born Chad Game, this bilingual French Canadian lyricist has maintained an infamous reputation in Montreal since the early
2000’s. Known for his uncanny charisma and vast dexterity with words combined with haymaker punchlines and astute observations. Dialekt’s skills have proven to be quite sharp from street corner ciphers to live battles and performances on stages across Canada.
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