5 In 5 Out

by Ray Sr.

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Real Life Rap, for Real Life People.

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released 16 September 2008
Beats-Ray Sr.
Mixing-Ray Sr.
Mastered by-Glenn Shick Mastering

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Track Name: Activist
If you an Activist,
B*tch you better clap to this,
You say you want it, I'ma get it,
Let me handle this
x4

I'm an Actionist,
Speakin' louder than the words I dish,
I'm tryin' to shine with the spit I polish tracks with,
I mash on this,
I'm pressing hard, but ain't no gas in this,
I got the flame, you got the fuel, go head and dance to this,
I laugh at this,
If you's a hater, you can't handle this,
Get off my d*ck n*gga, put away your lips,
I said I mash on b*tch,
and raising real just like a champion,
I'm reppin' Texas n*gga, venoms what we major in,
Slayin' again, back on top, first we hot, now we not,
Make up your mind, hot or not, takin' my spot, we back on top,
Makin' 'em rock, that Southside Pen, showin' our skill and do it again, pushin this pen I'm makin it bend, bustin they heart don't push me again,
I'll do it again...Only if I have to,
and lace a n*gga up, if his partna want a bath too,
I'm mashin' fool...
and n*gga you know what it is,
You just clap your hands and baby I'ma handle this


CHORUS
If you an Activist,
B*tch you better clap to this,
You say you want it, I'ma get it,
Let me handle this
x4


I said I mash on this,
Did I mention I'ma cash on this?
I'm grindin' hard and if you feel me go on and clap to this,
Dance to this,
And heat it up just like a cancer stick,
Better yet, get it crunk just like Viagra did,
I'm nasty b*tch,
Rotten to the core,
Gotta have it 'cause I need it and I'm always wantin' more,
So I rap for this,
Addicting just like crack it is,
Hustle hard, comin' to get it, I'ma ravage this,
I'm blastin' b*tch,
on all these cats that say they want it,
Everybody say they want it, but no heart to get it started,
Be an Activist,
Quit talkin' sh*t just like an a**hole is,
You lookin' stupid n*gga, kinda like your dancin' is,
Don't snap to this,
'cause n*gga I can't handle this,
That pop lock & kick, Man that's the whackest sh*t,
I'm mad at this,
My n*gga I won't stand for this,
Texas fightin' back, so b*tch you can handle this,


CHORUS
If you an Activist,
B*tch you better clap to this,
You say you want it, I'ma get it,
Let me handle this
x4
Track Name: That Southside Pen
We rep that Southside,
We rep that Southside,
We rep that, we rep that,
We rep that Southside,
(repeat)
And if you from that Dirty South,
Then get your hands high


(Ray Sr.)
Down on the Southside, we known to push a wig back,
If you don't get that, you best to get back,
My n*ggas click-clack, man we done did that,
A n*gga vicious so I'm tryin' to make this pen clap,
But we not all rap, my n*ggas gangsta too,
Same cat, same strap, new pair of shoes,
Crushin' them fools, I used to squeeze till they ooze,
But now I'm even harder, I squeeze this mic till it bruise,
I'm going harder then you, that's 'cause I'm smarter than you,
I'm anesthetic in your presence, I'm a God to you,
A livin' martyr to you, because I stand for the truth and
I'm picking up the South 'cause this flood comin' through,
Yeah,
We wash a mothaf*cka up, then hang 'em to dry bra,
And break a n*gga spirits like that daddy who lied,
And said he comin' by,
You like them words in the wind,
I be that Southside Pen that push your brain in


CHORUS:
We rep that Southside,
We rep that Southside,
We rep that, We rep that,
We rep that Southside
(repeat)
And if you from that Dirty baby,
Get your hands high


(Zy Yung)
Maaaaaaan - Hold up your horses,
Boys is just runnin' they voices till I torch 'em,
If you want that fire, hit your partner on the cordless,
Outsiders get stomped for the right portion,
Ya boy done took out more kids than abortion,
In a four door getting cream like Borden,
What force could guard your borders?
I got soliders on stand by that don't take George Bush orders,
The court reporter for the corridor of more slaughter,
They'll cart you out in mortuary garments,
Pardon the progress,
All I know is hard hittin' my targets,
Marksmen archer with his paw on your daughter,
Lip balm, spit storm, tornado on 'em,
I thought this large entourage would've warned him,
How I drop bomb with an ornery conscious,
Till they given you the honorary purple heart ornament,


CHORUS:
We rep that Southside,
We rep that Southside,
We rep that, We rep that,
We rep that Southside
(repeat)
And if you from that Dirty South,
Get your hands high


(Stoppa)
This the gulf, you know, the Lone Star of the South,
We still drapped up and dripped out, they like what we talkin' 'bout,
Yeah we screwed up, and good for gettin' punch drunk,
The neon's in the pop trunk, the heater's in the front bra,
We been gettin' it in, on the outside lookin' in,
Tre told 'em, understand this n*gga is ABN,
We under siege, the reason?
Makin' the block bleed, this here's Clutch City,
You define what the Clutch mean,
We been made,
Ask Face,
Handlin' boys the playa way,
We never change, like Jay,
We stuck in our ways,
Livin' in Bayou City, where it's by you really,
Home of Enron, game deep and embedded,
We will if you let it, some of the stiffest n*ggas tell it,
Get it in through the Gulf, guarantee you we'll sell it,
In the...(Dirty South)


CHORUS:
We rep that Southside,
We rep that Southside,
We rep that, We rep that,
We rep that Southside,
(repeat)
And if you from that Dirty baby,
Get your hands high
Track Name: To The Floor
If you bouncin' to the beat baby,
Drop it to the floor,
And if you feelin' like you need it baby,
Drop it to the floor,
And if you wantin' me to see it baby,
Drop it to the floor,
Drop, drop it to the floor,
Drop, drop it to the floor,


I don't dance baby, but I rock just like a n*gga should,
Arms folded and I'm muggin' like "I wish they would"
But nah I'm good man, this ain't that track though,
This for the club that's screamin' "Drop it to the floor!"
You better get 'em high, when she get down low,
Scream out "yeah" when she touchin' them toes,
Let baby know she own that pole,
Let baby know she the star of the show,
Then throw a lil' doe if that's where you be at,
Me, I send a drink 'cause I kick it in the back,
But I'm bringin' it back to the club where I be at,
I'm on the mic and baby workin' with her back,
Fiendin' like crack 'cause baby goin' off,
Lovin' when she drop it, then bring it back,
Lookin' in her eyes, got a n*gga feelin' lost,
Tryin' to hold back, ignorin' my thoughts,
But what the f*ck I'm supposed to do when baby catchin' fire huh.
Givin' me them looks, yeah, got me runnin' wild huh,
I better slow it down,
'cause I'm walkin' that wire,
Can't help but see ya baby, I'm pointin' you out too,
I'm diggin' how you rock it, so I gots to slide through,
I be like "Do ya thing" - you the one with the shine ma,
And show me how you work it 'cause we lookin' for Dimes huh,


CHORUS
If you bouncin' to the beat baby,
Drop it to the floor,
And if you feelin' like you need it baby,
Drop it to the floor,
And if you wantin' me to see it baby,
Drop it to the floor,
Drop, drop it to the floor,
Drop, drop it to the floor,


(Zy Yung)
Yeah, go mami,
Your body is murder,
So drop it to the floor,
But don't dirty your skirt up,
Damn!
I could hardly take that like a burglar,
You screamin' come and get it,
Well I certainly heard ya,
Go lady!
And I'm a follow them hips,
When you dip I'ma double dip,
All in your mix,
Yeah we going up and down, hi-low,
So throw it down slow and watch me play catch like Fido,
I'ma coach you while you work it out like Tae Bo,
When I'm blinking, I can still see you with my eyes closed,
In the dark, shining like a light pole...nah a star,
They might call it dancing, but baby, I call it art,
Man...you already know this is back bend music!
So don't put your heart, put your back into it!
That boy Ray and Zy Yung on the flow,
But you stole the whole show when you dropped it to the flo,


CHORUS
If you bouncin' to the beat baby,
Drop it to the floor,
And if you feelin' like you need it baby,
Drop it to the floor,
And if you wantin' me to see it baby,
Drop it to the floor,
Drop, drop it to the floor,
Drop, drop it to the floor


As she drops it, I see her pop lock then she rocks it, huh
She got my jock hot like it's a key in my pocket,
I better stop it huh, the sh*t is real what I feel though,
She rocks it kinda slow and then she grind on that floor,
Turnin' and twistin' - baby so appealin'
Gotta n*gga trippin' 'cause I really wanna feel it,
Do what I do, hopin' she get it,
Givin' what I got 'cause I know that she tha real sh*t,
Tryin' to get a hit, so I'll do what it takes,
Showin' a smile, I'm liftin' up my drank,
Showin' her style, I'm showin' my bank,
N*ggaz be hatin' f*ck what they think,
I'm "G" to the fullest, respect how they work,
Workin' with they body, I'ma give 'em what they worth,
Spit how she want it, I'ma give it to her first,
And n*ggaz still hatin' 'cause they feelings got hurt,
I'm the worst with the mic 'cause I rock all night,
Tell it like it is, make a n*gga wanna fight,
Beat so hard they say I hit like Mike,
While she break a n*gga off like Chan in a fight,
Doin' it right, it's an art to this sh*t,
Balancin' talents, I just can't miss,
Every time I spit man, I know it's a hit,
But this for the club screamin' "that's that sh*t"
Baby this is it, yet they screamin' for more though,
But I keeps it qui-quiet till they Drop it to the Floor,


CHORUS
If you bouncin' to the beat baby,
Drop it to the floor,
And if you feelin' Like you need it baby,
Drop it to the floor,
And if you wantin' me to see it baby,
Drop it to the floor,
Drop, drop it to the floor,
Drop, drop it to the floor
Track Name: Hustla
So you's a Hustla...
You say you deep in the Game,
If you's a Hustla...
Why ain't you peepin' the Game?


I started as a teen, having dreams of fancy things,
Seeing cats cappin' with a car full of screens,
It got me wantin' things,
But it seems like it's far away,
I'm mowing these lawns, but this sh*t it don't pay,
It got me stressin' in a major way and damn, I can't let it go,
Rappin' as I mow, but them seeds don't seem to grow,
With a thorn in my side tellin' lies, He's always on my mind,
Convincing at times 'cause He sees the Green in my eyes,
I want it baby, so He tells me to hustle fool,
Fresh up in the Game so a n*gga start skippin' school,
A damn fool,
Was breakin' rules so mama done kicked me out,
She put me out hopin' that one day I'd figure out,
The Game n*gga,
But I was only 14 though,
I started feelin' pain so I numbed it with weed smoke,
And never choked,
But the green done seeped from my eyes,
It was fillin' up my lungs and had me green inside,


I was a Hustla...
Tryin' to be in the Game,
If I was a Hustla...
I'd have peeped the Game,


Hustlin' every minute, tryin' to get it,
But I didn't get it,
I couldn't peep the Game, 'cause it's deep and I'm lost in it,
I'm off with it, and I like how I'm livin' bra,
With a piece and chain, I'm grippin' grain, keepin' lean in my cup,
But it's not enough,
Its rough 'cause I'm greedy and wanting more,
Plus granny say I'm killin', now I'm seeing a little more,
I'm peepin' it more, but don't wanna let it go,
But it's something inside screamin' "Why?"
So I let it go,
And I let it explode,
I lock and load 'cause I'm trippin' bra,
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" 'cause I hate how I'm feelin' huh,
My minds on blaze 'cause I feel I'm needin' to change, so
Just listen how I spit, I went from venom to flames,
But the Game it don't change, the Beast still live in my veins,
And he's f*ckin' with my feelings 'cause he lives off my pain,
But I don't wanna change, so why the f*ck is this happenin'?
He's stirrin' up a battle but my soul ain't havin' it,


I was a Hustla...
Lost in the Game,
I was a Hustla...
Now I'm tryin' to change...
Track Name: Choices
So I ask him why but he really don't know why,
I, even gave a damn I,
I told him my plan was to find out how I became this evil man,
I'm searching for answers and searching for clues,
Like why do we ride and why did he shoot,
Choosing the pain with nothing to gain,
Making that choice did he know the rules?
Now wasting his life and loosing his soul,
Locked in chains and looking so old,
Only 18 with a heart so cold,
Unloading that gauge till they back explode,
He crunk with this sh*t now his eyes wide open,
Reliving the moment, see the devil was choking,
Choking his soul till his brain went numb,
Numb from the pain so he cannot run,
He's standing still, he's stuck in a trap,
N*gga gotta eat so he pushing that crack,
Strapped with a mack attached to his back,
Never had love - bet ya never hear that,
Accusing our people 'cause our seeds won't sow,
Fighting through crack, hope the rocks let 'em grow,
N*ggaz can't cope so they gotta stay blowed,
We fighting through pain but you still don't know,
I know you don't know 'cause it's different out there
And I know you don't hear it 'cause the people don't care,
Really don't care till the sh*t hits home,
Member when that Heroin kept the burbs stoned?
White folks blown 'cause they kids going down,
The lady on the news said "It's our kids now"
They shut the sh*t down 'cause I guess they heard they voice,
N*ggaz made noise but it never been our choice,


CHORUS
Never been our choice yet the people don't know,
That we stuck in a land where the souls don't grow,
Kids don't know they living in a war zone,
Never really wondered why they daddy wasn't home.


Never knew my daddy 'cause he had his own demons,
And never did I blame him 'cause I never thought I need him,
Still I'm asking questions like why did he leave? Why did he run?
Did he hate his sons?
Looking for love, but found that bottle,
Sucking down liquor till the pain went numb,
No he ain't dumb, just hurt inside,
His daddy left him too, I wonder if he wonder why?
No I can't lie, sh*ts heavy on my mind,
I'm trapped in a cycle like a tear in my eye,
I wanna let it loose, but I'll break if it falls,
So I set the bar low 'cause I'm expected to fall,
Know this sh*ts raw, but it's not my fault,
As a boy, never taught that a man stands tall,
There I done said it so now what to do,
N*ggaz looking crazy like "Damn he told the truth"
N*ggaz feel spooked, 'cause they gathered all the clues,
Piecing it together, now they really dig my blues,
Looking around, it's people that's vibing,
Youngstas in the back 'cause they really ain't trying,
Damn I can't find 'em, I really am trying,
N*gga can't you see that it's you that's dying?
I'm breaking you off, but you really don't feel it,
You want me to rap about some very unreal sh*t,
50 in diamonds, encrusted in gold,
Molded to fit a grill that's so throwed,
It's cold how you feel it but never have you lived it,
Snappin' back and forth, not your choice but doing it,
Leanin' and Rockin' you do what you're told,
But poppin' your body won't save your soul,


CHORUS
Never been our choice yet the people don't know,
That we stuck in a land where the souls don't grow,
Kids don't know they living in a war zone,
Never really wondered why they daddy wasn't home.
x4


Got me feeling f*cked like I just been raped,
Peepin' the game so but I cannot make mistakes that we make,
Got the sh*t on tape,
Rappers be killing though the sh*t is fake,
But my kids don't know, they moving real slow,
Smokin' on dro so they mind don't grow,
Thinking rap's real, but it ain't no more,
Thinking rappers real when most just hos,
So they out there killing while you bouncin' on stage,
While you poppin' Don P, they venting their rage,
Locked in a cage, another kid with a case,
Rapping in jail to pass the time that they face,
Making wrong choices but they not by theyself,
They lost in a world where it's all about yourself,
Screaming it loud, you running your mouth,
Telling the state of your mental health,
I can see it so clearly, but still you don't hear me,
Open my mind in hopes that you'll feel me,
Insecurity makes these n*ggaz want to kill me,
'cause I let it be known that they clowns dressed up,
Hiding theyself, that's why they all draped up,
Makes 'em feel up 'cause they all pumped up,
'cause without costumes they just ain't enough,
I know I'm rough but a n*gga getting scared,
Really didn't care till my fam went there,
Not knowing you in debt 'cause you renting your sh*t,
Tell the truth n*gga, you's an industry b*tch,
Them n*ggaz getting rich off the image that they made you,
A character created but the n*gga don't resemble you,
What ya mam think when she look up in your eyes,
A n*gga she despise 'cause you chose to live a lie,


CHORUS
Never been our choice yet the people don't know,
That we stuck in a land where the souls don't grow,
Kids don't know they living in a war zone,
Never really wondered why they daddy wasn't home.
x4
Track Name: Dear Jane
As this pen leaks, my heart sinks, I'm bleedin' inside,
And this another kite for the ladies that cried,
'Cause I apologize, and this is straight from the soul girl,
I know he did you wrong, and I know that they owe you girl,
First let me wipe your tears so you can look me in my face,
And you can cuss me if you want me to understand your hate,
But it's you I gotta face, no matter how bad it hurts,
And you gotta get it out before the pain gets worse,
I know he smirked, and he laughed, when he mashed on that gas,
And I'm sorry that he left you, and I wish I could take it back,
But I can't,
So you gotta let go girl,
I know it's hard, I know it hurts, get back on your throne girl,
And rule the world the way that God intended you to,
But don't forget the fall that left you battered and bruised,
So you can make the choice and choose a man that fits in your shoes,
Or you can fill your bags and hurt your back,
But the power's in you...


(Serafia Kohn)
CHORUS:
Everyday I'm searching,
My heart and soul is hurting,
I don't know if it's worth it,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But if you think you're certain,
I know that I'm not perfect,
I need your help to let me...
Let it go


And still it's eating me up, I can't believe the chump I used to be,
I'm on my knees beggin' God, forgive me,
I'm not that man I used to be,
He say say "Don't plea to me,
Just say it to the people, so they can believe,"
So I uncover my sleeve, and then my mug gets mean,
It's like I'm rippin' off my clothes screamin' "This is me!"
So just look at me you cowards, I dare to you judge,
'Cause I did 5 hard years, and n*gga I'll eat your lunch,
So welcome to the roast of these n*ggas I hate most,
These cowards preyin' on women who done lost all hope,
You not a man, you's a b*tch, I wish I could touch you up,
I wish I had you in my cell so I could f*ck you up,
Can't even stand on your own, don't try to look me in my eyes,
Like you's a f*ckin' man when you's a b*tch in disguise,
You screamin' you's a pimp, well don't get down on your luck,
'Cause I heard a pimp will sell his own ass to make a buck...


(Serafia Kohn)
CHORUS:
Everyday I'm searching,
My heart and soul is hurting,
I don't know if it's worth it,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
But if you think you're certain,
I know that I'm not perfect,
I need your help to let me,
Let it go...
Let it go....
Let it go...
Let it go...
Let it go...
Track Name: Always
Babe...
This for you girl,
'Cause when everyone else left me...

You was Always down to ride, never leavin' my side,
You even kept it live baby, when the offer was 65,
Now lookin' in your eyes, still see the passion you felt for me,
And everyday I'm thankful to have you wakin' up next to me,
He's blessin' me, givin' me the balance I find in you,
Still hard in my heart, but I knew that you'd help me through,
Been battered and bruised, you like the kiss on my wounds,
Or my Angel in Disguise that be gettin' me through,


CHORUS
You was Always down to ride,
'cause you stood by my side,
You like my Angel in Disguise,
I see the truth in your eyes,
Because you never lied,
Sayin' you'd Always be there for me,
The only one who cared,
So I know you were sent for me,


My people was down at first, soon everyone went away,
Was locked in a cage, catchin' cases, they said I'd never change,
But look at me now, I be that n*gga that's lovin' life,
And tryin' to give back to the people that stray at night,
Who wanna fight, but they circumstances just beat 'em down,
Don't wanna stay down but being stomped to the ground,
I see my face when they lookin' up, we wearin' the same shoes,
Exactly the same...only difference is you,
You gave me your hand and you opened your arms,
It's like your touch is so soft that you healed all my scars,
Because my skin was so tough and thick, didn't care about nothin'
But you kept on pushin' me baby, guess you knew I had somethin'
That was worth doin' time with ya man, I know it's hard girl,
Your friends don't understand how I can fit in your world,
And your family keeps shoutin' that you makin' a big mistake,
But Always believed in the change that I'd make,


CHORUS
You was Always down to ride,
'cause you stood by my side,
You like my Angel in Disguise,
I see the truth in your eyes,
Because you never lied,
Sayin' you'd Always be there for me,
The only one who cared,
So I know you were sent for me,


I can see the sh*t like yesterday, was pushin' my pen,
My homies come up trippin' sayin "You writin' again?"
"Ole in love ass n*gga!" - but they say that they feel it though,
And gangsta n*ggas quotin' Luther 'cause they ain't got no home,
Ain't meant to live alone, that sh*ts a trip when they lay it out,
Expressin' how they feel, but known for knockin' n*ggas out,
Talkin' bout they lady 'cause they know that I dig the sh*t,
They ask me where I found you, I said "The Lord be givin' gifts"


(talking)
Yeah, I wrote this to show my appreciation, know what I'm sayin'
I know you don't like me cussin' and all, but when no one else wanna f*ck with me,
You was Always by my side girl,
Straight up,
So now you gonna shine with ya man...
Track Name: 5 In 5 Out
5 In and 5 Out,
I wish they'd shut they f*ckin' mouth,
I'm tryin' to keep the peace, but they bringin' it out,


'Bout 96 & 97 I was lost in a zone fool,
Was quick to wreck a n*gga if he mugged me too long too,
I was trippin' n*gga, but I was only 18 though,
So they gripped upon my wrist and said they not lettin' go,
Until I'm gray and old,
Damn that sh*t was cold when they told me man,
I can see the sh*t like yesterday "Oh you think it's a game?"
That's what they told me homie, but still I was laughin' though,
Until I went to court and the judge said "Get 'em a rope"
They told me 65,
I think I died when they told me man,
My heart just dropped then stopped,
It's like they ain't even thinkin' man,
They ain't playin' n*gga, just read that sign at the border bra,
It say "Don't f*ck with Texas 'cause they'll string that ass up"
'cause this the Dirty South (yeah) and we known to be grimey, huh,
But every time I shine I feel these n*ggas wanna try me,
Yeah I get it but ain't with it 'cause I used to be that kid too,
The only difference is time done made me harder (smarter) than you,


CHORUS
5 In and 5 Out
I wish they'd shut they f*ckin' mouth,
I'm tryin' to keep the peace but they bringin' it out,
x4


I still remember restless nights and all the fights that done popped off,
A one on one fight done turned to a battle of might,
Between the races, now the leaders got to step in and take control,
'cause the sh*t was gettin' bloody and everybody's so cold,
Them n*ggas evil inside and they heart won't stop leakin' hate,
Not the kind of hate you hate,
but the kind of hate that don't translate,
Unless you been sick too...
A virus you gotta have,
Ain't tryin' to brag, I'm mad 'cause this a sickness I have,
'cause I be flippin' out, goin' crazy, try to do right,
But the Lord he hate me,
Left me alone while the devil just raped me,
Taken my soul, now the sh*t don't phase me,
Break a n*gga off if he threaten my space,
Tried to tell you once, my hate is misplaced,
N*ggas lookin' crazy like they really want a taste,
Until they get a taste of how I rectify a face,
Make a n*gga bow with a 12 gauge pump,
Lay a n*gga down if he start actin' tough,
I know I talk tough but I can't afford to bluff,
Not what I want but the road gets rough,
I've had enough I'm tired, so just give me a break man,
Just let a n*gga make it, I'm already in pain,


CHORUS
5 In and 5 Out
I wish they'd shut they f*ckin' mouth,
I'm tryin' to keep the peace but they bringin' it out,
x4


I'll never fear a man 'cause I feel like man, he can't see,
That I camouflage my face and hide the pain that's hauntin' me,
It's swelling inside,
I feel I'm loosing control,
I'm feelin' something like Tambora 'cause I'm about to explode,
I'm like that glock he unloads,
I came to rock in this hoe,
I came to reap what you sow,
At the same time, reapin' your soul,
Man I know you don't know,
'cause that's the way that I made it bra,
I'm plannin' every step 'cause you the b*tch that I'm thinkin' of,
With murder on my mind,
I'll be that killa you can't see,
And I'm stalkin' in the night just like the shadows of trees,
I'll have you beggin' to leave, if you keep f*ckin' with me,
I won't tell you how I'll do it but you'll be on your knees,
Screamin' "God help me" but it won't do no good man,
I tried to tell you once that I ain't playin' no games, see,
You pushed me to the limit, now you got it, but your times out,
I tried to keep the peace,
But the Beast, you brought Him on out,


CHORUS
5 In and 5 Out
I wish they'd shut they f*ckin' mouth,
I'm tryin' to keep the peace but they bringin' it out,
x4
Track Name: Break The Beat
Go on and Break the Beat as I punch on this microphone...

Go on ahead and break the beat, I'm rippin' the mic man,
Have muthaf*ckas diggin' like they hittin' that cocaine,
I know it man, some people callin' me smack,
But I'm addicitin' like crack, I hit 'em hard then they right back,
They fiendin' for my style 'cause I know that it's wild huh,
Like every n*gga muggin' while I'm sportin' a smile huh,
I'm gangsta n*gga, but nah I don't bang though,
The only time I bang is when I beat up this microphone,
And let it be known, that I be standing alone,
I'm like that cat in the back that be blown off that home grown,
He stuck in his zone and ain't even knowin' that,
It's people all around 'cause I get lost in my own raps,
And spit like a muthaf*cka, this venom that's drippin' fool,
It's any way you want it, so you better choose right fool,
Just look up in my eyes, I'm for real about mines and
I'll punch up on thise rhymes till they form in a line, go


CHORUS:
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
(repeat)


(Zy Yung)
Capital Z-y, Capital Y-u
Why you ain't on the dance floor?
Is you high dude?
Especially with that set of thighs right beside you,
Plus this beat here is hotter than high noon,
And your boy Zy's flier than feces,
I'm in the house, ma!
Holla back if you need keys,
And then move your body like a garden of snakes,
So I can see you pop lock, like you robbing a bank,
While the DJ's providing the heat,
My flow's hitting like somebody put a kick me sign on the beat,
This the B-Boy anthem, and it ain't from NY,
We been fly, that Southside pen make your men cry,
Enter into the center, where them b-boys getting busy,
With the women that be getting low grittyin' up they denim,
You got the flo, girl, Lights, Camera Action,
She'll prob'ly pass out after one more backspin but...


CHORUS:
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
(repeat)


(Zy Yung)
I told you to go and you ain't even gone yet,
You actin' too calm, you better do what the song says,
I'm a clutch this mike in my arm til my palm red,
We blow the roof off and you ain't heard a bomb threat...
(Ray Sr.)
...Threat, what you expect, I got you hangin' by a thre-thread,
Unlike an artist better respect me before I'm de-dead,
Control the way you move, you like my pu-ppet,
You say you'll sick 'em when you can't even fetch yet...
(Zy Yung)
...So don't throw sticks and rocks, I rock stick figures,
You act bigger than you are, you getting figure-foured and headlocked,
Then knocked back to your block,
Your back's against the wall, we back on top...
(Ray Sr.)
...Like it or not, I move the crowd like a pan pot,
And the DJ keep on scratchin' like ya gal who's jocks hot,
She throwin' that cock but I'm dodgin' that pass 'cause,
She bouncin' that ass movin' fast, but I think I'll have to tell her...

CHORUS:
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
(repeat)
Track Name: The Omega
Yes I'm the Alpha, making my name as the creator,
Pen & pad in hand so I scratch till I make it, and
My fingertips still bleeding, from pushing on keys, but
I gotts to bang it out so you can see what I mean, yeah,
My mug stay mean, when I'm breakin' these beats, and
A n*gga feeling pissed 'cause they won't let me eat huh,
So what the f*ck I'm supposed to do, I said a n*gga hungry,
I know you don't feel it, this ain't about money,
This for them grinders going hard for that music and,
And steadily gettin' heated when them f*ckas abuse it,
Spittin' sh*t for words, must be a nerd 'cause I love to think,
Them bigger labels who done chased me home to my cave,
'cause now I wreck shop and blow tops, got damn this mics hot,
I mean I'll spit until it pops and even then I won't stop,
Its either make it or flop 'cause I ain't trying to pretend, 'cause
My Life is on the Line and now I want it to end.


(Zy Yung)
CHORUS
You still comin'
The hunger ain't killed you yet,
They sayin' you a new comer but you know you a vet,
You came through the storm and paid your dues,
Can't nobody really understand your pain but you,
They don't really know your struggle, till they seen ya life,
They ain't really seen hustle,
All they care about is the outcome,
Who was really there for the Alpha, break 'em
Make 'em see the Omega


Yes I'm the Alpha, let me show you my beginning,
Friends slightly grinning and foes pretending that we friends,
While family keeps on knocking me down, it's
It's not what they saying, it's, the other way around,
It's what they NOT saying, plus it's too many demons I'm slaying, just
For me to be saying, that my rhymes they ain't paying, again,
I'm just saying, I can't afford to be playing, hell,
A n*gga so broke, that I can barely pay attention
To this non-sense, with no cents, how am I paying bills,
A n*gga in a bucket bumping Wheels of Steel,
Showing n*ggas how I feel when I'm unleashed in this booth,
Yeah, I got a lot of hate, but I be speaking the truth,
It's like I can't loose, don't judge unless you been in my shoes,
'cause I be staring in the mirror asking me "is that really you?"
So what the fuck I'm supposed to do, I'm asking you again,
You see my start at life, I see the very end


(Zy Yung)
CHORUS
You still comin'
The hunger ain't killed you yet,
They sayin' you a new comer but you know you a vet,
You came through the storm and paid your dues,
Can't nobody really understand your pain but you,
They don't really know your struggle, till they seen ya life,
They ain't really seen hustle,
All they care about is the outcome,
Who was really there for the Alpha, break 'em
Make 'em see the Omega


I am Omega, the life taker, never forsake ya,
Take away your pain, for a second, I bet ya,
If I let ya, drift inside my mind for a verse,
You'll forget about your pain and see that I hurt worse...