Performed in '06 at the casbah (hess village)
king and queen downtown Hamilton
Lil Shook
Bootleg '06
Flashback
to
the
Casbah
track 1
Stuck at the bottom rut rolling 3 butts
I b fuct it shows emotional deep cuts
If u creep like a thief in need what beef clutch
Call my bluff I haven’t had enough I’m nuts
On the point of breaking I’m adjacent to a weapon
I’m not a blue collar I sit in the 8th section
Take a breath in when I mash no half stepping
Caressing death over rap cash collection
Never seen like 2 eyes in a hurricane
Doing what it takes retaining pure game
It hurts but I burst whoever in 1st aim
Forget bottles if I come back it’s to return pain
I burn brains like tobacco in cigarettes
U get burned like wacko jacko And little kids
Wrong turns lead to big black holes where we live
I’d dig a ditch like a backhoe for no bit
track 2
{v3}
{No Justice}
On your block I chop until guilty
If you’re not in a wheelchair smoking this u will be
There hasn’t been dope like this since the old days
This pot makes u cough lots and takes Rolaids
Spinning from tanguray, hinny and alize
These wake-n-bakes help u sleep away a day
Let me get cash money no rain check
Ill make u a slave dummy get your brain checked
Steel city, T-dot, scar town, the valley
Find me at 420 city hall rallies
Ghost when I lay low with no dayshift
Impatiently export dope at go stations
I’m a thug in a game in love with fame
A drug like Cain ladies are yelling my name
Street in my veins street life in my blood
Hit them up at king & James streetlyfe. WHAT!
track 3
{v2}
{No Justice}
Stop hold up I might not be the baddest known
Player haters suffer from mad at their dad syndrome
I turn'em out like rat bitches, crack snitches
Ur styles soft enough I could wipe my ass with it
Fronting on me like u my brethren when your reverend?
You’ve never led a life u could leave in 30 seconds
Critical love isn’t unconditional, I matter more
1st over any sperm burping tavern whore
Don’t get it twisted haters say I’m scared shook
I aint mad at you though I am a half way crook
But not scared of death or scared to look
look, I aint prepared for less than a pound on a jooks
Outta town they get took duck taped and bounded
My background surrounds Hamilton Mountain
I’m lounging don’t fuck around near this townsend
You could be drowned downtown in the fountain
track 4
Were drivers in the game your a hitch hiker
We ride over your territory like 6 bikers
My mouth is unstable work is verbally fatal
In south-central Ontario province of angels
Outta hell hitting a clutch at full throttle
Stunt on punks for cash and a new bottle
Adrenaline put them off guard outta breath
Inhaling ventillen coughing hard nothing left
I like a bad bitch that grab dick I’m dam-idged
Not Ur average pen and paper pad kid
Ill kick your ass worse than your old man did
Without taking what he has in the past kid
That’s y I puff cess and drop the best x
Girls love when sex sweats dry fuck or undressed
Girl I make bed sets move one room to next
Be my guest let my cum bust over your breasts
track 5
{v1}
Rise Up
I run game like a government when Harris had it
Licensed to print money and drug habits
I’m the realist mc you’ll c the realist there’ll b
So sick-n-twisted half hamilton might leave
Thug life red alert terror threat high
Throw heck on no sweat u project suicide
Stunt on thugs with no gun your on glue
If I come thru I aim to inflame your crew
Fuck it what’s justice I bin a bastard twice
Satan’s choice sent me back to the after life
U need bad guys like me to see harmony
I sell more drugs than held at dell pharmacy
A part of me smiles when bad cops drop
From 16 shots let off a Hamilton glock
Get off my Hamilton cock I’m more than u can afford
My names shook I’m a crook fuck fame and awards