TROUBLEMAKERS LP – LYRIC SHEET
1. TROUBLE ANTHEM
Little ax: Dirt E. Dutch, Breez Evahflowin, That’s Trouble!”
Breez:
I dedicate this to the people I’m cool with.
But when I need ‘em tend to get on that bullshit. Nah mean steady stream excuses, but all
on the scene when there’s cream like cool whip.
Fake friends funny associates who only hold you down when the money’s appropriate.
See a man rhyming his lights is shinin', I’m speakin' on the man standing right behind
him all night kinda like some spies an. smiles in ya face kinda like disguises. That’s the
rise an’ let’s discuss the fall now. When fierce support once fronts when called out. A
small doubt creeps in ya mind to. Going all out with theses leeches behind you. I speak to
remind whoever front cause I aint right now what I was back once
Chorus:
THAT’S TROUBLE
I mean you get what you give best to hold what you got while I’m letting you live
And you can keep all your doubt and the name you can keep out ya mouth is what I’m
sayin' here
Troublemakers
Not to toot my own horn or to blow my flame. I be surprised if you know my name. I
came through the door, rugged raw. And battled like y’all never seen-ded before. Dig
this, indy scene 96, small pond, big fish. Ten years of Internet done opened a rift, and
now an ocean exist. Reach for a helping hand but no one open they fist, to scared to let go
of they shit, that’s pitiful. When friendship becomes forgettable, or worse when alliance
with I is unpresentable. Have I presented any less than the minimal requirement of live
and direct in your environment. Retirement not that soon and you can bet good money
when we cross paths soon that’s
Chorus
Now I’m more about business than about bitterness but right now I’m airin' this out an'
y’all witness. Basic flow style, all that remains from the strain of profiles. No need to
name names or pull files, revenge is repeat of my name in store ilses. Oh wow. You gotta
respect that a nigga come clean bout his dreams and set backs. Beef dead that. I stay
above it like vice city and jet packs. Still speak on and effect tracks who leap onto the
vestax for those who caress wax. Cerato mean we don’t gotta press that. Now lets test
that theory applied whoever got a funny feeling inside about the man who got 'em feeling
the vibe.
Little ax: taking over
Dirt E. Dutch: laughter
2. DON’T BE AFRAID
Refrain:
I can’t tell you what to shoot
I cant tell you what not to
I can’t tell you no more cant tell you no less
Than what I do
But I can tell you there’s a plot to
Take away ya loot
And ya freedom
When you see them
Don’t be afraid to shoot
Yo
Shot blastin'
When the album go drop
Stop askin'
And stop laughin'
This is serious like the glock stashed in the dash
And the mirror reflect the cop flashes
Cold sweats and hot flashes
Top that a j in the tray you drop ashes
Take more than that image to match this
To live in gun powder
Fuckin' with the matches
Lickin' off random like something till it happen
Dump into the madness
Strays are fallin'
Yo I could set the beef with a gangsta song an’
See who gets weak when they taste the foreman’s
Fakes who want it get they faces dormant
Take to war an’ tour states with warrants
Backed down and bagged at a stage performance
Sold out by two face Jake informants
Chorus:
Don’t you be afraid
You got nothin’ to lose when nothin’ is there
You nothin’ to gain when nothin’ is there
You gotta prepare if not you be scared
Don’t you be afraid to shoot
Yeah lick a shot in the air
Straight to court an’
Play ya tape recordin’
Then take you straight to the place with wardens
This is the place they want us
Followed by a record that forever will haunt us
That’s why I rock a record that is never dishonest
When them of my complexion either dead or in torment
It’s alarmin'
The neglect of lawmen
From global warmin'
To threats of bombin'
And for the poor man
There’s less involvement
The pressures on him
Till he done snapped
Seen his daughter with her belly poking outta her back
And treat the hunger like a terrorist and counter attack
And quicker than he find a job nigga found him a gat
Found him a trap
Prepared for the brown and the black
With no where and no how to get back
Take a step back
and think about ya seed when you see that she said that
Chorus
Refrain
3. GET READY
Chorus:
This my music
This here gets me ready to rock
B-boys
Are you ready to break it out
Spray cans
Get bizzy and shake it out
This my music
This here gets me ready to rock
DJ’s
Are you willin' to mix it up
MC’s
Start illin' and rip shit up
Breez:
The Evahflowin sets it off on the groove it’s
The ultimate groove it’s
Resultin’ in movement
The way he bear a mic
Be raisin' the Fahrenheit
And take over your body like
And alien parasite
You move right
Left right
Uppercut jab
This brother is bad
I put that down on every something I have
Or wanna get
I’m a get on my workhorse
Rock with the Workforce
Words tossed up in the sky
Don’t make you fly
You takin' wild shots
That’s why you get denied
Or you can play the game like NBA live with a brain that you can’t contain with AI
My day by
Day
Job is to rock this
Hip-hop into profit
Whether it’s freestylin' or when I’m into topics
Rhyming is my shit
Steady climbin' to top pick
Hawl:
The locksmith, hear to get the party open,
I drop shit till I leave the last record broken.
Not knowing what’s known to be hot,
So I light my own flame and blow up the spot,
From the bottom to the top, top to the underground,
Its all the same now so lets stop this rain cloud.
And bring the sun shine back to the front line
Put the guns down and uplift these young minds
Its like a punch line, how everyone rhymes
Claiming to be sick while I’m in working overtime
On the grind pushin cds and t shirts
Live shows rocking rhymes ‘till my teeth hurt.
The mic expert, now in your network.
Digging deep into beats trying to reach paydirt.
Another victory, they can’t get with me,
So kill your T.V. and go learn your history.
Chorus
Protégé:
You know Phenet’ our style got niggas beating the air down
For getting how to act, they pump their fists to the rare sound
Called it in 05, we’d be on an 07 set.
08 is our with no jokes and no questions
Building with my brethren ever since the conception
Of the Ant Farm Affiliates,
Shutting down your session.
Hip hop is an art broken in to 5 sections.
We’re here to take it back like a Deon interception.
You can’t see us, ‘cuz you lack depth perception
Swollen ass head, ego is your infection
Thinking your too hard, elongated erection.
If I’m sunning you now, its for your own protection.
Take a hint from Maxwell, get smart and respect
Don’t disrespect the art, get caught in a drag net.
I have yet to be impressed by this new make-shift.
Step to me, you’re gonna know your fate like an AIDS patient.
Hah.
Chorus
4. KILLHUMANATI
Rise of the civilizations
Supply innovation
Blind to the science of ancients
So are the signs that my mind is faced with
No times for rhymes of design complacent
But do write a statement
Define livin' in the United States as
Livin' in stasis
Secret is the spark the dividers who cage it
Keep it in the dark cause the light is contagious
In spite of the blatant attacks
On what ever lack
The capacity to roll with the pack
Then go ahead and go global with that
Backed
By the power of the pic
Push truth to the back
Bush used to attract
My attention and hate
But is he used to distract
What potentially waits
We got laws resurfacing a century late
And grown men misleaded till they mentally break
Your mind is a target
Buying anything that they sell you
Blind in the market
Walking talking human-like beings
Say the right words
Do the right thing
The car credit card house to the wife thing
Choose the right team
Left or right wing
United we stand and yet divided we seem
It’s like the positive and negative inside a machine
At one time yeah it might’ve been clean
But now look at it lean
Under the pressure of a crooked regime
I scream to the public
Obsessed with the scenes of a puppet
And block out the strings up above
They must love it
They debate a resistance
Waitin' while fadin' out the gate of existence
Day in out day with out makin' a difference
Formerly God given now satan assisted
I know it sound Hollywood
It should they did a good job
Turned on the tube
In tune they turned the books off
Then revenged the nerd and made it look soft
To read think grow
To question everything that they know
and the capacity to handle any thing that they throw
it aint easy
gotta warn ya
when you think
it’s like ridin' in a suit of armor
against a tank
The hard road
The burden of truth
The real that’s concealed in the learnin of youth
The proof I’d reveal but the words you’d deny
so explore ‘cause there’s more that a worldview provide
When you collide with culture
and race
your concept of fate will contest debate
Eventually it takes you
to a place you
Equate yourself with all that creates you
5. CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
Careful what you wish for
You might just get it
A helping hand is extended
The intention is pure
Not implemented to intimidate
It’s meant to secure
Meant to shore up an bracket
Whatever needs bracin'
Patch up and match up
The weather he’s facing
Steadily pacing
Head hang heavily
The offer still waves in the air
But now whether he
Prefer to be further indebted
Or just forget it and then learn to regret it
And push back the plan
So understandably
Especially what you annually
Earn is pathetic
Now I advocate the dark that could come of it
Remind you of those
Who made a go for the summit an’
Plummeted
Spectacular face plants
Bottom line like the plug in back of the base amp
Other hand choose stay open and take chance
Can open up the gulf between local and state champs
There I dumped my two pennies
Now lets hit the bar
Get drunk and do Denny’s
With too many thoughts he was forced to decline
Resorts to recline
Steady getting lost in his mind
He weigh the cost of his time
He worked hard for
The chance to be the uno
With a hand full of draw fours
He’s all for it and
Takes a hold of the helping hand
As a measure of good incentive
He offers a percentage puts the plan out on the table
A partnership proposed to put a band out on a label
I told him it could go either way
But who am I to say
A long time with the song rhyme
Where am I today?
But by the way he feel about major distribution
Another indie label couldn’t hurt with the solution
He’s primed for combat
Timin' on track
Signin' contracts
Then Mr. hand comes back
Ask alotta questions
Ads alotta tension
Standin' at attention at the back of all the sessions
After all he lent it
You offered the incentive
Now the lawyers call your office for an accurate percentage
Not quite what he intended and then to
Stop light money from promo
To defend it
Still fightin' for his independence
He scans the charts when
Sleepin' in his car as he pays for his bands apartment
Until the part when
He trades it for a van startin'
To tour the land with the band rockin'
Through the nights through the days
Through a couple of storms
He carry on in the form of a hustler born
Though the bands unstable and a couple are gone
He work the merchandise table like nothing is wrong
Last time that we talked on the phone
He put it plain
He was never that smart
Nor that good at things
Not a stand out kid
Nor a stand up man
'Sides work and rent
All he had were plans
So when he had the chance
Had fears had doubts
Had bouts where he acted out
At last without giving any thought of inhibition
In his heart he wanted more than existin'
And started livin'
6. REPO MEN
Dutchman verse:
Now I’m a set the deal straight,
Sep’ the real from the fake,
No time to chill or wait,
I need a meal on my plate.
I know you ill yo you’re great.
And it’s a shame I have to do this,
But I got a fam man
And Uncle Sam’s damn ruthless.
That track I need it back,
In fact its been like two months.
You said you’d hit it home,
Ain’t even laid a few bunts.
The truth is, I’m tired of heads sitting on my music.
Instead of flipping scripts they steady hit me with excuses
Like, ‘I misplaced it, can you send it again?’
Or, ‘I’m waiting on the second verse from my best friend.’
Or, ‘I was knocked on the block for my pot pen and notebook.’
Them cops is corrupt, some smoke blowing quote crooks.
Phony like the cats at Sony that want to own me,
But the fact is you barely hold your own homie.
So many rappers that pretend now,
But to be more specific, If your shit ain’t prolific,
Put the pen down.
Dutchman chorus:
Ayo what up, I know that time ain’t cheap,
But I’m trying to move these beats
And its been like ten weeks cousin.
I told you don’t sleep cousin.
I’m Repo’n that beat cousin.
And a tick tock you don’t stop
The hand on the clock march down
I searched around and not found
The sound we recorded it
Or I recorded sent it you imported it
Into your mixdown only where’s that mix now?
I feel clowned like you unaware when I sit down
To write
It’s life at this moment in time
The longer that you hold it
Then the older the rhyme
Designs dated
I waited on your compilation
But lack of compensation
Led to dismantling the conversation
I took the hottest lines out of the verse
Now it live in new product and work
For what it’s worth
I wouldn’t have rocked if I feel I couldn’t
Flow with the beat and put a foot in the topic
You shouda been dropped it
But now it’s,
Coulda shouda woulda been hot shit.
Breez chorus:
Ayo whattup I know that time aint cheap
But I hit you with the speech and it’s been like ten weeks
Cousin
I truly put in work
Cousin
I’m repo’n that verse
Cousin
7. NO ROOM FOR GROWTH
Breez:
I said a hip-hop hibbit
I used to own the wax
Now it hang on exhibit
It used to scratch like shhhzzibbit
Disco breaks, this no fake
Born ’65 to ’75 and urban
This yo fate
You lookin' at the TV sorta like me
With a look on your face like this so fake
You sing along while it’s on like
Is this okay?
Cause no one writin' songs
That can fit yo taste
Getting older yet
Hooked on the drug cant get over it
Since your first hit
Doug and Rick made a show of it
You holdin' it, hopin' it
Give you what you got before
But what it got you the hotness
will not report
There’s room for old rock groups
But not for yours
Chorus:
Yo,
Paul McCartney been on the charts for 40 years
Yeah ya don’t stop
So where them rappers when I was drinkin' them 40 beers
Yeah they done stopped
It’s like what goin' on in here
Its like it’s so alarm there’s
No room for growth
Scratch FX:
Ha ha see ya later
L.I.F.E. Long:
Who would have thought that 2 turntables and a mic
Attached to a lamppost
Would move the crowd at night
Park jams b-boys brought out cardboard
Rockin' windbreaker suits
To spin on floors
Tell the DJ to
Bring that beat back
Mc’ s host the party with words that mack
To ladies in the place with style and grace
Two tone jeans
Cadillac rings
Crack era nah mean
I v ski in 85 raised in queens
Fan of Bizzy Bee, Dana Dane, Rakim
Run DMC, PE, EPMD
Just to name a few
First piece of wax sugar hill gang
Got it for free off the promo van
I play it on my pop’s phonograph
Tryin to cut like grandmaster flash
Funny how I’m still livin' in my past
Chorus
Breez:
I be embarrassed telling people I rhyme
Cause they be thinking I’ll be spittin' something dumb
Till I get deep with a line
I’m
Jay-z ‘s age
Old enough to be ya pops
So lil’ mama’s I aint tryin' to see what you got
Please come on man
I need music for a grown man
If hip hop is dead
Than you did it with ya own hands
So bland
So uninspired is y’all rhyming
Careers that’ll never be long as Paul Simon’s
L.I.F.E.:
Word to Jah
Our mission be the protectors
Of music that was stolen
Like artifacts
Golden blunts bitches brews and the witches stew
Character MC’s created by evil execs
In the industry
Then plague radios waves erase the history
I’m bout to bring it forward
Peep that new sound
Watch the style crank out speakers and pound
From the beginning to the end
We still Strongholdin' it down
Chorus
8. EL MATADOR
Ya move with it
Enough to know that it’s
Not enough to not go the whole route if
Not ya sold out
Cannot just hold out
And not juts go out
And rock the whole crowd
It’s on
Where the circle of the challengers form
The eye of the storm
Where talent is born
The might of the strong
The cunning of the weak
The sharpening of swords and the blooding of physiques
To rank in over 2000 rounds at least
Is like shanking over 2000 lbs of beef
But my walls where the horns of the cattle
My heart bear the scars of the battle
Forever enshrined
To compare to the way the air element rhymes
Red flag
Wave like Toro
Sorta like the mark of Zorro
Instead I rock a mural
Spellin' out don’t fuck with
El Matadoro
Chorus:
El matador
Ready for the battle everyday
El matador
Step to the arena and get slayed
Its sees red
horn tucked to come cut me
some touch me
some bullshit got lucky
most ended at the tip of the spear
Ligaments insignificant to rippin' an tear
Split the red apart like the powers of Moses
Steppin’ on ya heart getting showered with roses
the song that I sing
is the twang mariachi
the flows that I blame
for the thing that it got me
Get sloppy
new jacks they get cocky
but for the rep do they get respect nah
They forget before Friday had freestyle
the Viacom holla’d at me style
and now 50 thou
is handin' out an it’s sweet
they aint even gotta rock over beats
how I’m not go speak
on all the battles that allow you to eat
same time won’t allow you to peak
Speaks
Chorus
Ayo battling me is hazardous to health
Don’t risk ya health
Don’t aim shoot miss and diss ya’ self
What I do to you can’t be helped
It’s like god handed heaven to my heart
But I hand you hell
My rhymes is a ma-nu-al
I drop jewels and rock you well
You
Soft and frail I’m rocks and nails
You shocked and taste blood
When the snots inhaled
Chorus
9. MDLM
Yeah c’mon
Lets keep it real now
Since I brung it up
From when I near hung it up
Being there young in love
With some one I
Thought would never leave or deceive
Did the deed now it’s bleed or conceive
The later was chosen
Greater is the pressure arosen
If only I kepted a Trojan
The pleasure was golden
The womb give birth to whom
I might not even measure to holdin'
The stress start taken a toll an
Love is a house
made outta glass and it’s takin' a stonin'
you think of ya child
you think of ya woman
forsaking everything you was thinking of ownin'
to work you goin' in
you do it even though
your seeds eatin' real but you still
needin' dough
you need to back to the beat
and feel the flow
and bring the flow back to the street
and steal the show
ya lady don’t feel it though
and blame it on rap
although a long time before that
she let go
you knew that too
but still feel it go
straight through the heart
the hate sparks
then it’s straight to the courts
lies are accused
cases are caught
in the middle of all that
a job get lost
support laws
for the child en/forced
into a corner good intentions avail
but frail
former lovers want brothers in jail
in cells
run away or get swallowed in hell
over love did the dollar prevail
let’s keep it real now
chorus
Do I need money to love you?
Cause money don’t love me
But I give you everything that I got
And hopefully it’s enough
Because my lovin' don’t stop at the bucks
I get mad
But baby understand
The lovin' feel good
But the money make you feel like a man
Than all I had was the rhyme
And over time it pays off
No time for days off
Or rhymes get laid off
I’m independent
With one dependent
Three strikes tryin' to get one suspended
To love still jaded was the man up in the party who forgot about ya mind
Once I ran up in ya body
Understand it’s not me
But that first love got me
Wary
So young no one prepared me
Pops wasn’t there he
Probably somewhere dead and buried
And left me with no monetary
Means to proceed or achieve my goals
So I need to make it up as I go
And go years and years before I let go
And let another embrace
or open up to see the love in her face
and put my focus over shoulders and waist
with a zoom lense to move in to the same space
it’s all swell but still able to get hard
she love me for my heart not my unstable job
and that make it hard
when the bills get past due
and shows I was doin' for dough
get cancelled
and if you ran true I’d have to understand you
a job with my record and skill set
I can’t do
But I can put my feelings in a rhyme
Sometimes I think about it
I don’t feel it all the time
But
Chorus
10. MANEUVERIN’ SOUND
Breez:
Yes yes
As we come through once again
We give you
Drive, drive, drive
Ayo somebody shoulda sent a warnin’
Shoulda told ‘em bout them troublemakers colder than November mornin’s
Who at the
Crack of dawn track is on repeat
Practice for a rapathon lappin' off the beat
Motivated from the heel to the tip of my feet
So
Rotate it on the wheels off the tip of my speech
From real environments
Where skill and dominance
Can
Tip the scales to prominence from anonymous
The will is mine an’ it’s
Not to be taken lightly
Lovin' the discussion there aint nothing else like me
No kinda itty little bitty he sound like
Not the tiptoe shaky ground type around mics
The crown type
Committed to the sonic
Bottom to the top to the minute that we on it
It’s all in the name
Flow like water an’ rain
In order to gain
Like any other thought is insane
Chorus:
Drive
This is a movement of sound
I rock the mic and I be holdin' it down
Y’all be like
OOOH
He’s doin' it now
Drive
This be a movement of sound
I pass the mic and keep it movin' around
It make a
WOOSH
Maneuverin' sound
L.I.F.E. Long:
Yo
However I start this
Still spark it
Rubbin' 2 sticks together burn down the market
Make it turn to ash
Fall like Babylon
We tryin' to make it out move on
Turn off the radio stop the song
You’ve been warned so now feel repercussions
These wannabes
Put on stuntas for frontin'
So we can’t see they eyes as they lie
Who sold they soul for glamour and glitz
Or go to record companies
Jerk you on your first hit
Shoulda read the fine print before you signed
Lack of sales repo man possesin' ya ride
And ya million dollar villa
Extortin' ya figures write accounts you still don’t figure
It’s too late times up meet ya fate
You shoulda known before dealin' in high stakes
You shoulda known before dealin' in high stakes
Chorus
Mr. met:
Maneuverin' sound it’s movin' around
Mr. Met forever flowin'
Makin' Lucifer drown
We planted the roots in the ground
The beanstalk grew up a mile
Open the sky and rained true from a cloud
Niagara falls of wisdom
Whirlwind spinnin'
Swirlin' words collected in the pool we swim in
The sound splash that separates the outcast
The count Dracula’s fall to the ground
Crash
The moonlight sonata
To bright to follow
But never look back and don’t lose sight tomorrow
But do fight for knowledge cause knowledge is power
Power to the people hey people lets rebuild the towers
The sky’s the limit surprise we in it to win it
Envision the image we risin' above the
Plymouth the rock
Ya better live it and give what ya got
reach to the tippity top
takin' my liberty
Stop
11. TRYNA HOLD ON
Tryna hold on…
I’m tryin'
Turn the page now
You know how the sayin' go
It’s always darkest…
I’m tired
It’s been a long night
Another long fight
Speak until the reason we should hold on tight
Holdin' it together in this hard ass life
Keepin' up with Jones is a high ass price
We pay it though
The rise and fall is just the way it go
Some times you dig deep to make it grow
But still however
Foul weather
Can take its toll
Even take ya soul
Some people give it freely
Like you can gallery
Or you can give graffiti
Lest we forget the needy
Recklessly getting greedy
For all that glitters like the
Necklace of Nefertiti
I try to play it cool
Play it off discretely
Deny that I'm a fool who was raised offa TV
Mommy wasn’t home
Mommy had to feed me
Tryin’to hold on like the latch and the key we
Chorus:
No more bad news
I get caught up
I can’t get through
Tryna hold on…
The phone bill due
The car bill due
The rent bill due
Tryna hold on…
It takes its toll
My soul might crack
My back might break
Tryna hold on…
I just might fold
There’s but so much
That I can take
Tryna hold on…
It’s humbling how something you hold
So dearly
So easily
Can crumble and fold
Emotion
Have to keep it under control
Have to check for the capacity when dumpin' a load
Rivers run deep don’t jump in the flow
Or get sweeped in the undertow
The words of caution
The critical thoughts that
Try to resurface at the pivotal portions
Anger and pain tend to give it distortion
A little voice gets lost it’s like an abortion
The cost of the action
Passion instigate
Sadness is replaced
Madness infiltrates
Fast within the space, between the breaths
Where things were said, that lead to stress
That lead to steps, that spiral down
Into the depths of depression until you drown
Chorus
No matter how you try you cant hide the stresses
Doctors prescribe you anti depressants
Get high I guess is, better than before
But when it’s gone
It’s like lil’ Jon
Get low
That’s when you sing the blues like Keb Mo
But be careful
For what you for
You might just get it
It might be the answer
It might eat away at ya mind like a cancer
Everybody wanna advance but
Not everybody wanna pay the price
Submit and sacrifice
Pace ya steps
Control ya appetite
For no trace of regrets before ya afterlife
Bet you fall flat on ya face
Upset you can step back Get mad
Or get back in the race
Push the limits to the finish it don’t matter the place
Just hold on
And strengthen up your character traits.
Chorus