Stereo Types & Media Hypes
A track we all as a crew [AMC] was all hyped up about...you can't mess with any of this pure Northwest coast dope! Feat: Politic'n P., E-Major, Dirty Harry & DJ TableTop on tha cuts & scratches.
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Story behind the song
A track we all as a crew [Altered Methodz Crew] was all hyped up about...you can't mess with any of this pure Northwest coast dope! produced with royalty free internet beats with DJ TableTop on tha scratches.
Lyrics
"Minus tha stereo types//minus tha media hypes"
Politic'n P.:
I'm knockin' muthafuccuzz out quicker than the #1 heavy weight contender/
or your favorite bartender, never tha pretender/
I travel to tha end of tha Earth and beyond/
fake gangstas with empty hands when it's time for guns to be drawn/
ya fail to realize that's how it's supposed to be/
ya lettin' that negativity get tha best of you that's why you'll never get close to me/
everytime I speak it's like a breath of fresh air 'cause I spit ferociously/
I give you nothin' but a fat dose of thee, most powerful drug on tha planet, It's called reality/
so overdose on that prescription, I stay on tha move no time for intermission/
I'm like Gary Goodwrench beatin' you, backstabbin' telephone toughguys into submission/
Altered Methodz, peep tha new addition, we stay on tha mission to give ya what you missin'/
I'm quick to turn you so-called hardcore cats to kittens, I leave tha mic scorchin', when I'm done spittin/
so ya better pack your mittens, or muthafucka, get ta gittin'...
E-Major:
Yo, In the '02 shit can get sicc and twisted, so I write prolific, and I stay high and lifted/
keep a mic by tha waistline, butter tha biscuit, don't let me match wits with misfits/
pullin' cheap tricks, like magicians rockin' discus, bishop to knight 3 thinkin' fish'll lack tha endgame/
your girl got drunk at tha afterparty wanted to bend tha bedframe, spark tha membrane/
caps get twisted like a Mt. Dew instant win game...anyway, back to tha cipher/
I am to mic checkin' like packed bowls are to lighters, like makeshift to MacGyver/
like aim is to snipers, like pens are to writers, like venom is to vipers/
and no matter how many eMCees I eat up, I'll never be a biter/
a rare breed indeed like abstract McCully/
home all Aceyalone got ya speechless never killin' me softly/
I speak my mind, and when I freak a rhyme/
it's tha E. to tha Major bitch...perfectly designed...
Dirty Harry:
Unchanneled aggressions, lack of progression got y'all stressin'/
wanna step to Altered methodz? We gonna teach plenty lessons/
reap what you sow, bro's before hoes/
don't stand on fam' toes cuzz if one goes we all go/
tight knit like tha sweater ya grandma gave ya/
shit, we superior, nothin' can save ya/
not really out for tha papers, fuck tha industry rapers/
peep tha locality of these methodical saviors/
give ya what ya want, fuck it we force feed ya/
program ya, beat ya, then we fuckin' freed ya/
never stop moving like a track team we hurdlin'/
lyrics shootin' to kill, damn we mentally murderin'/
encouragin' positive movement, and negative attitudes/
just tryin' to make our mark, fuck givin' up tha gratitude/
latitude or longitude we 'bout to blow up tha map/
3 MC's a DJ and this muthafuckin' 4-track/
we be fuckin' up cats, left over paraplegic/
comin' to war with no battle plan, damn...we way too strategic/
steadily in tha trenches, throwin' wrenches/
into tha mix, y'all sleepin' like some bums on fuckin' benches/
wake tha fuck up, sleepy time's over/
I continue to hold down this microphone whether I'm drunk or sober/
never off...shit, I keep my composure/
I'm all over this beat, call me a lyrical groper/
like Mr. Roper finger bangin' Chrissy/
Jack's fuckin' Janet and they both drunk pissy/
3 eMCees is company, 2 DJ's is a crowd/
Tabletop, fuck it, turn this bitch out now!...
