play around track that i did haha....its like a year old
Hot Remix's and Production, Classic, Cashus and Pressure
div
Genocide....Volume 1 the Mixtape will be hitting the streets sometime...Studio Produced by kryptic production...by Prophecy aka Pressure aka who gives a fuck what you call me....
Classic, Cashus, Point Blank and Prophecy aka Pressure on the vocals throughout the whole mixtape...find tracks by us here and on our soundclick and myspace
www.soundclick.com/kbgmd
www.myspace.com/krypticproduction
ALSO!!!!!
check out the kryptic production myspace:
www.myspace.com/krypticproductioninc
be sure if you have any suggestions, request or just want to talk to me please contact me at my AIM, yahoo, or email account:
AIM- eastside mixtape
yahoo- eastside_mixtape
email- eastsidemixtape@hotmail.com
THE SITE:
Features Country Artist
div
Featuring Rap/Hip-Hop Artist
div
And Many More...FOR FREE!!
Lyrics
Verse 1
man i stay strapped like Hollywood act,
you gettin wrapped faster than my trigger reacts,
on the news like a movie recap, we receive stats,
im controllin the game Big C turning crafts,
my vocals are speechless without my vibe,
but my glocks relentless wipes out peeps die,
nothing civilized,
about merkin the city streets, treachin heat,
this tension's killin me, you seein b,
i bought my first trigger when i was five,
thought it make me tough, it made people die,
groove's on the barrel represent struggle,
you can huddle but im going to brake ya gang's bubble,
showin you how we get down in Animal G,
you just step in the Animal Cit-tee, home of the Big C,
the hearts of the brave, you can rant and rave,
shoot ya like animals in the cave....
Verse 2
no need to show us how we gettin doe by the pounds,
how we got underground is far east bound,
eastern shore's finest is gettin it done right,
outlined in chalk im on the other side of the white,
not dead yet, the trigger be my best bet,
it'll soon leave my chest wet, advance world like i was George Jet,
got my slaves to do my jobs, finishin up like corn on the cob,
wrappin up the bodies being sent to cops,
internal research tryin ta find murda,
like ike tryin ta find the tina turna, grip the heat burna,
gettin blista's if ya dont watch out, 10 is whats on my body count,
tryin ta get to a higha amount, but my clues stem out,
reapin the families like little kids love their candy,
man watch out!
