FEATURING ARTISTS SONGS
F E A T U R E D
F E A T U R E D
LIFE I LIVE
-Written by: N. Lyles, J. Oates
Even if ya never ever even heard’a my raps, I’m turning my back on all of yall who slow to react. Ya try to attach, but can’t because you faker than breast on a porno star./ And just as naked I guess. Cause you ain’t dressed to impressed and that’s the way to get stretched./ Laying to rest, inside of your decaying flesh./ Relaying mess-ages to the devil. I guess, the level of stress/ I be fightin’ writin’ this mess is similar to losin’ love so yall gon’ love me to death. Unless/ I find a way to make ya hate me. The best/ way to put it is the goodest die youngest. Amongst us, I’m the hardest working starving artist searching all the bunkers./ Looking for the best in weapons. Prepin’ sessions. Lessons in aggression got me now confessing.// I‘m responsible./ Child neglecting, ain’t got nothing to do with it. My self reflection./ ain’t going nowhere it’s there at night. And if I make it to the morning, gon be staring right/ back at me. Happy. ’Cause I’m still alive./ The life that I live is the one I survived.
Once we get the microphones in here the rules’ll be told. But everybody in my crew already usually knows./ Naturnal be that muh-phuka losing control, but gaining control at the same time aiming at foes./ Target is to be the best fuck the fame & the hoes. Never settling for less. I guess I’m changing the mold. Hell,/ you can even say I’m playing wit’ codes, hacking into a system full’a wisdom & soul envision a whole/ life full’a anger & cold-hearted bastards after what you cherish most in this world. Supposing this world/ should only be the first of a chapter./ The rest’a ya existence is in the here-after all. After all... this is all that we got./ One life. One death. On a unholy rock. But still…/ this is all that I got./ This is the life that I live. Til night that I drop.
ROACHES IN MY ASHTRAY
-Written by: J. Beulah, N. Lyles, R. Muhammad
MADD TV2 (the re-run)
-Written by: N. Lyles, C. Cobb
Ey yo I’m back again, Mad again. Havin’ them thoughts about grabbin’ men who make me madder than Mad Hatters, rabbits, & Cheshire cats./ Smile up front , stab your back./ Now who’s wantin’ that/ man to get so mad & pissed that he forgets you exist./ Within a kiss you’re dismissed./ Often forgets the aftermath of his madness. Mad at the world since before man inhabited it. I’m mad as shit!/ (hehehe!- This nig‘ crazy)./ Yeah, that’s exactly what my family would say be- cause out the womb I was a mad-ass baby!/ Doctor Happy slapped me - I got slap happy crazy! After that day we/ were the maddest around./ I’m mad at the people, planet, countries, cities, towns./ I’m mad if you mad 'cause I get mad at frowns.// So if you up wit’ the EX’ trynna’ get down, you ‘best find the madness that inhabits your crown./ Don’t phuck around… because I'm so mad! (I‘M M@DD!!!!)
-Written by: N.Lyles, J. Beulah