Nuttcases & Bunkermazes

by T-N-T (THUN & TYRONE)

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about

Nuttcases & Bunkermazes is T-N-T's debut album. They taking you on a musical movie journey through their minds and how they view things using stories as metaphors to real life. The album was recorded and finished for quite some time now, and intended to be put out a certain way, but due to setbacks and personal situations it didn't happen as planned so now the decision has come to put it out digitally and for free. We hope you enjoy it just the same and support it as we had fun making it. The album is executive produced and engineered entirely by Godzwrath Jordan River Banks. Producers include the likes of Crossmindz, Bone Pesci, Ciph Barker, Dirty Needlez, Lockheed, and Jordan River Banks himself. Features include the likes of Ciph Barker, S.O.S, Syre Dedeye (USA), Sin Feinn, DJ DNS, Black Marvel, and Wu-Tang affiliate the legendary Killah Priest.
Get ready for a musical rollercoaster ride of bangers!!! ENJOY what is called Nuttcases & Bunkermazes!!!

All tracks mixed and arranged by Jordan River Banks
All interludes mixed and arranged by Jordan River Banks
Mastered by I. Statinski for Waxflowers Mastering Studios
Album artwork: T. Rijven
Photography: T.Rijven & Dirty Needlez

credits

released May 31, 2017

CREDITS


01. TNT CHECKLIST (INTRO)/ CIRCUS FREAKS
Intro Produced and arranged by Jordan River Banks for Godzwrath productions
Produced by Crossmindz

02. FINE TUNING SENSES ( MY MUSIC IS LIKE…) FT. KILLAH PRIEST
Produced by Jordan River Banks for Godzwrath productions

03. FOUR LEAVE CLOVER
Produced by Bone Pesci

04. FUNNY LITTLE MAN (THUN ANTHEM))
Produced by Dirty Needlez
Background vocals by T. Rijven

05. MONSTER HOP
Produced by Ciph Barker for Godzwrath productions
Background vocals by J. Leopold

06. THE CLOTH (ACT I) FT. CIPH BARKER
Produced by Lockheed

07. AGES OF WAR FT. SYRE DEDEYE
Produced by Bone Pesci

08. CHEMICAL SLAVES
Produced by Jordan River Banks for Godzwrath productions

09. NUTTCASES & BUNKERMAZES
Produced by Dirty Needlez

10. SHIT’S CREEK FT. S.O.S. (ADISON & CONCRETE)
Produced by Jordan River Banks for Godzwrath productions

11. NAPOLEON FT. DJ DNS
Produced by Bone Pesci
Cuts by DJ DNS


12. JACOB MARLEY
Produced by Bone Pesci

13. LIGHTBULB (OOOH!)
Produced by Bone Pesci
Background vocals by J. Leopold

14. STRAWHATS & SCARECROWS
Produced by Dirty Needlez

15. TY-WRAPZ FT. DJ DNS
Produced by Jordan River Banks for Godzwrath productions
Cuts by DJ DNS

16. THE ASYLUM (ACT II) FT. SIN FEINN
Produced by Jordan River Banks for Godzwrath productions

17. SNAP, CRACKLE & POP FT. BLACK MARVEL
Produced by Bone Pesci

All tracks mixed and arranged by Jordan River Banks
All interludes mixed and arranged by Jordan River Banks
Mastered by I. Statinski for Waxflowers Mastering Studios

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: JORDAN RIVER BANKS FOR GODZWRATH PRODUCTIONS

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Track Name: TNT CHECKLIST (INTRO​)​/ CIRCUS FREAKS produced by Crossmindz
CIRCUS FREAKS


THUN VERSE 1

Welcome to my world, cinematic like a carnival
Occult like performing sadistic torture rituals
I breath life into every single show I wrote
from the stab wounds to the gun tote
death is the footnote, to every beginning there is an ending
from infants to grown men the plots are still pending
the elderly are beaten by savages robbed for their pricy pendants
then left for dead in their cottages, acknowledge the sickness
horrific methods are relentless, bare witness
my mind twisted, like caps on bottlenecks
cracking heads in the basements, there’s no escaping
tied down to floorboards wasted
sacrifice life for ratings of entertainment
the scariest of places, critics say its tasteless
these are the images portrayed in my circus
enslavement of cultures, held hostage in apartments

CHORUS

Open the door to my darkest of secrets
The show must go on for the people in the bleachers
These are the writings of my views and its features
Hear the lessons in my teachings bang through the speakers
Open the cage of my scariest of creatures
You can run but can’t hide when the steel gate breaches
A certain death fate the hungriest of man-eaters
Call us circus freaks we crazy ringleaders

TYRONE VERSE 2

If you have ever seen this mug
That means you’re a potential mark
Hold the grudge against sick fucks
I swing the devil’s pitchfork
Abduct those that don’t appreciate life enough
Abduct them that make profit over those who starve
Once detected forget second chances
Meet this grizzly goon bastard, that rests in a standing casket
From sun up to sun down
Night time be on the prowl
Observe the surface with night vision of a barn owl
Broads in evening gowns cheating on they husbands
Are perfectly qualified if hurry fabz past judgement
I will claim you, I even snatch a person away under the eyes of an audience
And none would ever notice it
I control this bitch meaning you meeting the demons
Gatekeepers ain’t grieving there greeting heathens who are bleeding this season
Maybe your season to play part in Fabians circus
Mortals with burners got courage but served there last purpose
Drunk surgeons cripple patients bad hospital staff
Will dangle from the trapeze with hooks through their flesh (YES)
I’m the true hell boy sprout from the wrong spouse
I’m that goon so evil that hell spat me back out

CHORUS

Open the door to my darkest of secrets
The show must go on for the people in the bleachers
These are the writings of my views and its features
Hear the lessons in my teachings bang through the speakers
Open the cage of my scariest of creatures
You can run but can’t hide when the steel gate breaches
A certain death fate the hungriest of man-eaters
Call us circus freaks we crazy ringleaders


THUN VERSE 3

Back on the road, hitchhikers guide to my galaxy
Sane to the naked eyes I walk amongst the ordinary
People choosing lifestyles like scary cult movies
Too hot for the TV, the scenes becoming creepy
Chainsaws, blood spill, splatter like graffiti
That’s a picture painted from a sick mind that’s filthy
Innocent till proven oh so very very guilty, I’m locked inside this body
Out on a killing spree, the modern day Mickey out fuckin Mallory
Mr. Oliver Stone he ain’t got shit on me, this my show my mental penitentiary
My fleet, my godforsaken blood and guts legacy
See me target whoever it the fuck may be,
randomly bury bodies across the plains of countries
look for the pictures in the daily news
with all the yellow caution tape, the cops still scour for clues

CHORUS

Open the door to my darkest of secrets
The show must go on for the people in the bleachers
These are the writings of my views and its features
Hear the lessons in my teachings bang through the speakers
Open the cage of my scariest of creatures
You can run but can’t hide when the steel gate breaches
A certain death fate the hungriest of man-eaters
Call us circus freaks we crazy ringleaders
Track Name: Fine Tuning Senses (My Music Is Like​.​.​.​) Ft. Killah Priest prod. by Jordan River Banks
FINE TUNING SENSES (MY MUSIC IS LIKE…) FT/ KILLAH PRIEST

THUN

VERSE 1

My music is like street organs
Abusing the track, scorching it with fire
Hanging vocals on it like ornaments
Making it desirable to fornicate to ear drums
Have djs spinning the wax through ya orifices
Behind closed doors your being forced to listen to this
Climaxing to the words that are being spit
Your undivided attention is being asked till I’m finished
The first task at hand will be passed when your head nods to my rhythms
Imprisoned minds set free in the midst of my lyrics
It passes your inner earlobe into your brain system
Distracted reactions by these letters passing like moving images
Beamed in trough one of your 5 humanly senses
Now before you come to your senses, you’ll be a witness
To a movie played out by people the size of midgets
Close the shutters it’s a story told behind lenses
A frequency from a higher realm deep within your subconscious
Your knocked unconscious the taste of thick saliva is making you nauseous
Bodies start to tremble, in about 3 seconds I’ll snap my fingers
And you’ll wake up and know what its like
How to be brainwashed by the man behind the mic
Life is a surprise the devil in disguise Now open your eyes

CHORUS (2X)

Play, My music
Truth is, moving, always
There never is an ending to it
7 senses to view it, Lucid
The mind’s eye a bright light
That will forever shine in goodness


TYRONE

VERSE 2

Yo…
Eyo my music is like meds, eye drops for ya cataract
Sentences slay the puppeteer free the marionette
The ready bled drink it up celebrate freedom
Pre-occupation make the decent take the treason
The key word I speak of is seeing
Why get on your knees and follow what’s written
While seeing is believing
Peace in the lands where the bitter bastards of Bastogne
Fought and stood their grounds during the Battle of the Bulge
Did they die for nothing securing our freedom with pain
All this wasn’t meant for us to let it escalate again
I’m just a man, one in flesh, nothing more, nothing less
With common sense possess empathy for that I’m blessed
A sick sense that works, but a 6th sense of these perverts
Need to be placed or buried deep beneath the earth
I do believe the chain reaction which already started
Makes more think in obstacles instead of meek puppets
Seize repugnance its time for purification
(Man is capable of as much atrocity as he has imagination)

CHORUS (2X)

Play, My music
Truth is, moving, always
There never is an ending to it
7 senses to view it, Lucid
The mind’s eye a bright light
That will forever shine in goodness


KILLAH PRIEST

VERSE 3

My music is like symphonies from centuries
The type Count Drac-cool played for his brides
Medieval times icons a St.George throughout the halls
On the abbacy walls, the type that Vikings toast to
In front of flames looking to spike
Slowly turning a roasted goose
The type to make gladiators grin, while welcome you in
Strong oak tables, hold cups of gin
My music is like removing a lid, off a 5000 year tomb
Its like Jesus speaking tripping off of mushrooms
Its like 2 T-REX making love near a brontosaurus carcass
While storms come above
My music is like a detective who talks to dead bodies
To give him clues, while slowly creeping behind him is the killer shoes
My music is bone chilling, its ya skin swimming with geese’s
Its your first time standing in front of the geezer
And realizing your just a normal creature
Its my pharaoh features, that I see in the mirror
Reminds me I’m not just a killah!

CHORUS (2X)

Play, My music
Truth is, moving, always
There never is an ending to it
7 senses to view it, Lucid
The mind’s eye a bright light
That will forever shine in goodness
Track Name: Four Leave Clover Prod. by Bone Pesci
FOUR LEAVE CLOVER


CHORUS

1 beer
2 much
3 lines
4 leave clover
2 tears in a bucket was the drop that poured it over
¾ of a deck
2 kings, No jokers
Rabbit paw, Horseshoe
4 leave clovers

TYRONE

VERSE 1

My demons keep screaming at me that they will defeat me
If I ain’t planning to do something about my indecency
They circle through my room, showing me images of a tomb
As if they had written for me to go somewhere soon
I summoned the eight drunken gods with the pendulum pipes
Make em collide, cause they been tormenting me for several nights
Wanting for me to do all sorts of twisted things
And if I don’t comply they multiply and reappear again
Saying grant my wishes, or I will grind your bones
Way before your relatives found for you a suitable tombstone
So I cannot keep calm, I keep these pen pipes in my palm
Call the gods cause I’m sick and tired of doing these sick ass jobs
Sometimes I’m finding myself at large in a different environment
Miles away from where I last remembered I was
I know I’m lost going straight section 8 and all
I need psycho analysis done in a mental hospital

CHORUS

1 beer
2 much
3 lines
4 leave clover
2 tears in a bucket was the drop that poured it over
¾ of a deck
2 kings, No jokers
Rabbit paw, Horseshoe
4 leave clovers

TYRONE

BRIDGE

I was going up the stairs I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there today, my 4 leave clover kept em away
The price I pay, for what turrets makes me say
When I sit down in church, Fuck, Bitch, Cunt, comes out when I pray
Don’t get mad at me, get mad at one of my personalities
Mistake fantasies for memories, fighting my inner enemies
A curse from hell it seems, last year Halloween
I cut the eyes out of a pumpkin, or was it really someone
Hmmmmmmm or was it really someone

THUN

VERSE 2

I’m like this character flipping through personalities
Like rolodexes and file cabinets
My style rampant shifting gears or become stagnant
Individuals asking me what’s ya mindset
I answer them swift where’s ya headset
Don’t make me upset end up dead in wooden bedspread
6 feet deep beneath the earth bed, with no head
look what you made me do cause more blood and pain while sniffing glue
Don’t ever fuck with a schizophrenic fool carrying upside down horseshoe
Remember I’m the psycho analyst
I run around town with gadgets that can turn and twist
In ancient times I would burn at the stake for revealing all of this shit
Calling me witch concoct a pot full a piss
Shit for brains, shit outta luck since 79 Raised in the eighties
I come from a family that would make Jerry Springer look like a fuckin angel
Now that’s crazy with more stories than brothers Grimm and the daily newspapers

CHORUS

1 beer
2 much
3 lines
4 leave clover
2 tears in a bucket was the drop that poured it over
¾ of a deck
2 kings, No jokers
Rabbit paw, Horseshoe
4 leave clovers

THUN

BRIDGE

Outside of my mind
Unwind, Rewind
The voices that I hear withstand the hands of time
Living these lies, closing my eyes
I see a pot full of gold on brushy hillside
Out comes a Leprechaun stomping over 4 leave clover lawn
I almost died, I can’t believe what I just saw
I’m like a serial box with the marshmallows heated
That’s Just what I needed
A box of Lucky Charms hahahaha get it, A box of lucky charms

CHORUS (2X)

1 beer
2 much
3 lines
4 leave clover
2 tears in a bucket was the drop that poured it over
¾ of a deck
2 kings, No jokers
Rabbit paw, Horseshoe
4 leave clovers
Track Name: FUNNY LITTLE MAN (THUN ANTHEM) Prod. by Dirty Needlez
FUNNY LITTLE MAN (THUN ANTHEM)


THUN

VERSE 1

You is a focker for this one Needlez!!!

Blackout, lights out, Welcome to my glass house
Duct tape, funhouse, bodies in my backyard
mousetrap, bunker maze, stroll around the bone yard
nuttcase, hideout, taking shits in outhouse
witchcraft, bitch slap, poison in a gift bag
slip out, drift off, drowsy with a gagged cough
hands tied, fortnight, suffer in the twilight
cold nights, hot sweats, skeletons in closets
spider webs, bunk beds, hidden blades in mattress
don’t move, booby-trap, ya laying on a cactus
crunch time, prime time, beating out a lifeline
toast wine, eat swine, Scooby snacks for k9s
Ill mind, ahead of time, Brainwash a devils cry
Hell bound, meltdown, Tantrums in the underground
Kidnapped, catnaps, Money for a knapsack
Suicide, homicide, Fuck that was Hurry Fabz

CHORUS

Who stole ya cats milk, who watched ya dads filth
Who scares crows killing crops in the cornfield

Who makes ya daughter kneel, who makes ya rob and steal
Who spits flems on ya head from a Ferris wheel

Who makes ya mind dwell, who makes ya scream for help
Who calls you up at night makes ya life a living hell

Who rocks the tower bells, who makes ya run and yell
Who fucks with ya brain makes ya wanna kill yourself

THUN

VERSE 2

Shotgun, lockdown, Move around the compound
Uptown, downtown, Snipers in the background
Spellbound, tight frown, Killer sniffing bloodhounds
Eavesdrop, pork-chop, bifi’s in the glove box
padlock, icebox, freeze you with a deadlock
chalk line, outline, traces of a murder crime
co-sign, undermine, drill you like a goldmine
pile drive, car crash, impact causing whiplash
swap meat , underpass, shopping for the body bags
serial box, lifestyle, Barkerville to Killa Cal
bum fights, scum life, roaming the hillside
cockeyed, eyesight, scared stiff peroxide
senile, meanwhile, trophies into exile
sparkplug, hard drugs, dirty needle spot marks
chainsaw, body parts, limbs in snuffbox
counterpart, headlock, the voice of Thun in a wedlock

CHORUS (2X)

Who stole ya cats milk, who watched ya dads filth
Who scares crows killing crops in the cornfield

Who makes ya daughter kneel, who makes ya rob and steal
Who spits flems on ya head from a Ferris wheel

Who makes ya mind dwell, who makes ya scream for help
Who calls you up at night makes ya life a living hell

Who rocks the tower bells, who makes ya run and yell
Who fucks with ya brain makes ya wanna kill yourself
Track Name: MONSTER HOP prod. by Ciph Barker
MONSTAH HOP

TYRONE

VERSE 1

Shuffle plate blackjack death fell out the deck
You have a few seconds left
To reflect before ya dirt nap
Now who done it? It knew ya day since the cradle
It feels like the words of Azazel chokeholdin an angel
Now Jacob Marley he’s still a part of me
Showed me anarchy a godforsaken place far from harmony
Where the pen is mighty and the sword is the law of Babylon
Where war wages from the eastern shores all to marathon

THUN

VERSE 2

Struttin’ cluckin’ chuckin’ kinivin’
Sick individual in the woods gone hiking
News reports of locals gone missing
Gone fishing, hooks to necks
Rise from the dead monster hoppin’ poppin’ and locking
On the block stompin’ ground is shakin
Hush little baby daddy’s bringing home the bacon
Lives are being taken, just for the sake of being taken

CHORUS

Sylar the misfit, carnival, Samson the midget
Rutger stuntman, Mike, pick up the hitcher
Planet terror, jungle Julia the gifted
Sigmund Freud, I’ve heard dead people speak to me through white noise

TYRONE

VERSE 3

The Street Genghis Khan barbarian lord Hugo
Wield the heavenly sword in the modern day world of Saints Row
An angel and demon hybrid who roams the atlas
Has the best of both worlds but is nowhere to be accepted
A psycho pump, creating ripples in the pond
You will meet him when your frame is between 6 boards
A special escort towards the 7th level of hell
Worst comes to worst sit with Lucifer or meet Nathaniel

THUN

VERSE 4

Depressive, psychotic, afflicted with organic brain clogging
Psychopathic, passive aggressive alcoholic
Hysterical juvenile, the child was the killer, mentally retarded
Suspense thriller killing for profit out of passion or hatred
For the power or domination, the sweet taste of revenge
An opportunist put the fear in ladies and gents
Contract killings, you on my hit list

CHORUS

Sylar the misfit, carnival, Samson the midget
Rutger stuntman, Mike, pick up the hitcher
Planet terror, jungle Julia the gifted
Sigmund Freud, I’ve heard dead people speak to me through white noise

TYRONE

VERSE 5

Monster hop and mammon is riding shotgun
The power of the godson within some form a front
An evil cockroach make the host shed a tear
It happens when the reptile take over ya brains hemispheres
Angels battling demons shoulder to shoulder
Eyes spinning heads rolling not knowing where its going
Caught in the middle of a biblical conflict
Nam war vet shell shocked of decisions made in combat

THUN

VERSE 6

Man hunter Lector meet Hannibal, knives and forks
Norman bates type psycho slashing prey with Krueger claws
Count to ten singing a song like Sweeney Todd
Carnival carnage heads being demolished
Basket case Leather face chainsaw massacre
Theatrical trailers, jigsaws puzzles, muzzled
King’s dog Cujo gone bezerko
Escape slow onto open roads
meet Hauer the Hitcher
Monsters fighting over drifters

CHORUS

Sylar the misfit, carnival, Samson the midget
Rutger stuntman, Mike, pick up the hitcher
Planet terror, jungle Julia the gifted
Sigmund Freud, I’ve heard dead people speak to me through white noise
Track Name: THE CLOTH (ACT I) FT. CIPH BARKER Produced by Lockheed
THE CLOTH ACT I FT/ CIPH BARKER



CHORUS

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the skulls
Being covered by bones

THUN

VERSE 1

From the depths of the scariest house on the planet
The evil has surfaced
I couldn’t understand it
I saw cracks in the wood grain
Web dust in the attic
Faces smothered with scenes of old paint
As I stumbled across the canvas
Catching stains on my fabrics
Illustrious schemes drawn up with pencils of magic
Envisioned something so spectacular, that it could be disastrous
The average man scared half to death
Goosebumps from dead souls
It was the aftermath that paid its toll
Seeing the story unfold
I brushed off the dust from the scripture to be told
Eager like slaves from Sierra Leone, searching for stones
I felt a chill cover my bones
A slight hesitation before carrying on
It was the vibe in hindsight that was setting me off
Nodded my head down, revealing the cloth

CHORUS

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the drawings
That are hanging on walls

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the bodies
That are surfaced in ponds

TYRONE

VERSE 2

The pale moon rose over the courtyard flew the crows
Bodies hanging from gallows, I hear violins en Chellos
Moments ago shadows unravelled
The truth about my home, this house his foundations
Stand above hidden catacombs
Sometimes I’m wide awake and witness brutal executions
Footsteps pursue me, constantly things are moving
Like this one painting everyday I place it in the basement
And every single morning its there hanging on the same place again
I recognize the eyes of that old guy in the portrait
I took a closer look, and then his pupils dilated
I tripped fell backwards, my head hit the ground twice
Too my left side 3 pitch-black cats stared me dead in the eyes
I gotta get outta here, this crypt gives me the shivers
It feels like a few hundred years since I’ve been out of this prison
I got no reflection in mirrors, all these visions
Oh shit
Come to think about it, maybe I’m the one that’s dearly departed

CHORUS

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the skulls
Being covered by bones

It was the face in the painting
That was staring me on
I couldn’t help myself
I was being carried by song
It got me restless
Got me straight spitting these psalms
Your being watched by the drawings
That are hanging on walls

CIPH BARKER

VERSE 3

Ahhh!
Yo when I smile the doors fly open
Life dies slowly
I laugh a bullet seek clap and act like ya know me
I watch from behind clocks ticking
The wall switching to win
Same songs to blister ya spirit twitching
The same moves look different every time that you blink
A teardrop drizzle and pain and he knows you be staying
He knows you’ll be joining him hanging on the wall
Next to the rest of the collection in the lab when on canvas or cloth
Got one for every soul lies forget where his body was
Zombie dust holes in they skulls the size of hockey pucks
Still think they alive loop they mind like they samples
A super producer built out of black wool where hell starts
Yo this stash crack doors squint its me
Giggling under ya feet take a plunge in the deep
I’m right there upon a hill under a bloody moon dusty
Stop at the gates I paint with blood in my brushes (taking your souls)
Track Name: AGES OF WAR FT. SYRE DEDEYE Prod. by Bone Pesci
AGES OF WAR FT/ SYRE DEDEYE


THUN

VERSE 1

It sounds like an army of soldiers marching again
Gi’s and privates, Sergeants and captains,
24 gun salute, a backdrop of violence
Another declaration of war I hear the violins
East to west hostile environment nobody is safe sound off the sirens
we go to battle, like 300 well motivated Spartans
painting the town red, carpets rolled out with bloodshed
remember we in cahoots with Martians, controlled the power outage
wars of the worlds, there were publications saying it was real (say what) yes it was real
documents concealed, like the crash at Roswell
we live in stages, spin the wheel of fortune rattling cages
enslaved for many ages, break the shackles from our ankles
I refuse to be a puppet dancing to a master of strings
I can be many of things, a Viking with a battleaxe severing limbs
martyrs dying for causes for the heat that they bring
A man on the brink of going psycho because it’s the past he relives

CHORUS (2X)

ATTENTION!
Drop and give me 25
ATTENTION!
Lock and load to the front lines
MOVE OUT!
Protect the flanks from enemy snipes
MOVE OUT!
Wait for the signs to open fire

TYRONE

VERSE 3

The lonely swordsman, strap on his iron armour
Get in your fighter posture, put your guards up fight with honour
I’m born to wield the flaming blades of Artemis
My team is on the verge to cut your team to pieces
Thousands of men march towards their stone garden
The front is being demolished by opposed army archers
Men get the gear from the rear launch an assault
Stretch the ropes release rocks and boulders from catapults
Battle those, with the wrong symbols on their shields
Battleground over the cheviot hills across the grass fields
Armed to the teeth, savage warriors are chanting
Stomping to the beat, have the gods of war dancing
Feel the earth tremble as battalions are advancing
Battle cries fill the skies burning arrows crashing
Sounds of iron clashing, in war life doesn’t matter
It’s a duel to the death, bodies laid out scattered

SYRE DEDEYE

BRIDGE

S, Y, R, E..T, N, T
1, 2, 3 dope MCs
Cats want beef I choke emcees
Worldwide Squadron Focus, Breathe

SYRE DEDEYE

VERSE 3

One by one they get done sun, linem’up
How many times I gotta tellem that time is up
It seems the only time they listen is when nines are up
I Layem face down, barbwire, tiem up
Left evidence all up inside ya truck
So I burnt ya whip down to the ground, try ya luck
I buy a buck for a buck and change, selling it for two
Ima felon with a crew, you can tellem that its true
You can quote my words..
To ya dogs on the block while ya smoking herb
Desert Eagle swoops down, I pack focused birds
Watch ya ass in hells kitchen where the toasters burn
You jokes get served, so observe the way I spit so absurd and leave it there..
I dont think these people care..
So I gotta bad attitude and a lethal stare
Beef is rare, my squad dont keep it fair..LF..

CHORUS (2X)

ATTENTION!
Drop and give me 25
ATTENTION!
Lock and load to the front lines
MOVE OUT!
Protect the flanks from enemy snipes
MOVE OUT!
Wait for the signs to open fire
Track Name: CHEMICAL SLAVES Prod. by Jordan River Banks
CHEMICAL SLAVES


TYRONE

Lab-tech white overall mixing chemicals
Spilled on the floor steel doors became dysfunctional
Panic sparks toxic fumes spread through the halls
If smoke like vapours mixed with H2O (explosions)

THUN

You could see the smoke from miles away
Follow the stream along the old road to the hidden lake
Distant screams from people running away
odd smells of dirty incense drifting my way
a hot summers day that hits early in May
still walking the trails skimming rocks off the bay
reaching the neck of the woods skies turning grey
clouds gathering like its the coming of rain
the winds die down while the heat still make its waves
in the backwoods footprints printed in clay
like bloodhounds pick up a sense follow the trace
call me curious George I’m still on the case
come across a body laying face down in the shade
rolling em over thinking I should be afraid
D.O.A. holy smokes shits appearing strange
jumping jack flash, heart rates start to pace,
suffering succotash, the dead body awakes
rubbing my eyes, thinking I’m in a daze
skins start peeling off, mutating its face
caught in dire straights thunderheads rolling through a thick haze
it took two takes, I was amazed

TYRONE CHORUS

brain-dead mutating men roam the land
snatch ya soul from ya carcass leave ya bones where they stand
mind control they taking over leaving us with no chance
chemical slaves dance to parades of higher hands

THUN

the world keeps turning, heating up the furnace
the sun stays burning, children keep learning
the system always earning, citizens been working
dead men walking, hibernate in coffins
the dogs keep barking, suits keep calling
soldiers keep marching, the people keep fallen

TYRONE

wander the woods for no reason at all looking for shrooms
haven’t seen a single soul since I inhaled the toxic fume
it was more hazardous then asbestos I got black lungs
compare it with agent Orange back in Vietnam
been employee of the month where I worked at
a chemical plant one accident made me half animal half man
I suffer from a severe case of amnesia looking like gryma
Got a fork tong and I metamorph into a hideous creature
Took a drink from the creek deep in the forest
Trying to digest wild orchids while they burn holes through my stomach
Scraping the skin of my flesh after that the flesh off my bones
Screaming out with screeching tones, moans and groans
If the non-infected catch me I become a lab rat
A science project a highly contagious subject
With a bad rep if my dna spreads
It will contaminate the whole world and leave everybody dead

TYRONE CHORUS

brain-dead mutating men roam the land
snatch ya soul from ya carcass leave ya bones where they stand
mind control they taking over leaving us with no chance
chemical slaves dance to parades of higher hands

THUN

the virus is spreading, cities of Armageddon
heads armed with heavy arms staggering
keeping the pots from melting, lights are dimming
the earth keeps shifting, murderers never stop killing
the ground starts shaking, mountain tops baking
the devil puts his skates on and starts raving
my mom keeps praying, dads always hating
a figment of imagination, sleeping with the patient
Track Name: NUTTCASES & BUNKERMAZES Prod. by Dirty Needlez
NUTTCASES & BUNKERMAZES

TYRONE

VERSE 1

Foxhole cold nights bayonet on barrel
Target practice Biloxi blues heavy metal
Battle adversaries if Jerry’s drop bombs
Mortar impact launch 88’s take limbs off
Take charge march of the jolly green giant
Don’t share thoughts Cause I hear fee men crying
I’m on assignment rock climbing hamburger hill
Share blood and tears, to decrease the blood spills
Play the film, back, foxhole rest in sleeping bags
Tired men are shell-shocked of bombardments
Cause Enemies tie dynamite to bloodhounds
Sick fucks duck down loose rounds in hells realm
Get the gallons of gas and fill the tanks
No talkbacks cause gripes go up in rank
Lieutenant gather platoons from home base
A crazy nuttcase stampeding the bunker maze

THUN & TYRONE

CHORUS 2X

nuttcases and bunkermazes
chasing you down mental stages
rats in cages remain nameless
post traumatic head cases

THUN

VERSE 2

Lockjaw, hammerhead shark from the pondz
Darkroom habitat, illustrating songs
Morning news, mountain dew spread across lawns
Boss hog, big men laying down laws
Pitchfork, tumble weed, carry hacksaw
Streetwise, sidewalk target being chalked
Pig state, caution line, folks being marked
Wildebeests, building freaks, cut you like jigsaw
Loud growls, heavy brawls, echoing through walls
Crosswalk, zebra path, going through withdrawals
Creepy crawl, jitterbugs, roast meat at potlucks
Bad blood, one night, good lad, big bite
Stage lights, snowy dreams, sound bites of circus freaks
Sneak peek, trailer trash, breathe in a gasmask
Sawdust, bone marrow, stuff ya like a scarecrow
Gangrene, guinea pig, buried in a tin can
Nuttcase, bunker maze, funny little man

THUN & TYRONE

CHORUS 2X

nuttcases and bunkermazes
chasing you down mental stages
rats in cages remain nameless
post traumatic head cases

TYRONE

VERSE 3

Tripwire touch the line get blown to bits
Spitfire pilot filled with speed full of spirit
Hostile forces men versus Abram’s
Thompson arm 35 pound backpack
Booby-trap T-N-T strong resistance
Reinforcements jump from planes airborne division
Mission objectives seize two 20 mill
Shoot to kill sandbag bunker general

THUN

VERSE 4

Bend over, backwards hardly ever sober
American Me switchblade tooting horn blowers
Range rovers, trunk storage, cabins deep in forest
metal fortress, torture, back swinging sickles
red skittles, I’m ticklish, dropping loads of liquid lickerish
suffering anguish, irrational addicts, bakin tracks from brain cabbage
rat bastards, its pan’s labyrinth, take the hint don’t squint
peppermint trails, talking snails, the nuttcase prevails

THUN & TYRONE

CHORUS 2X

nuttcases and bunkermazes
chasing you down mental stages
rats in cages remain nameless
post traumatic head cases
Track Name: SHIT’S CREEK FT. S​.​O​.​S. (ADISON & CONCRETE) Prod. by Jordan River Banks
SHIT’S CREEK FT/ S.O.S. (aDISON & CONCRETE)


THUN

VERSE 1

I’m up shits creek without a paddle
I Need to get it together and climb back on that saddle
Been through hell and back with a weak bladder
Its time to man up and skedaddle get the fuck on
Nothing seems to matter my life is scattered
Like shattered dreams in a glass house bursting at the seams
This shit isn’t always what it seems it isn’t black and white
Ya need to fight for ya rights in order to make things right
Its like cold nights crack heads hover in the street life
Named brands, night watch banana men fucking with swatch
Time’s slipping away, while holding on to memories become a modern day slave
Make way, its time for revolution we need to get paid dead all the confusion
Stop selling illusions to the consumers who’s spreading the rumours
Bag’em up their a nuisance, hang em in halls from nooses
breaking our necks for respect
Working our asses off 40 some years for a broke check, losing our heads

CHORUS (SCRATCHES)

Stroll through the tunnels of death fighting the devil
Walking barefoot across peninsula’s freeing slaves and prisoners
In the mind is where I plant seeds
I be fighting for my people survival is self-esteem
Population control
Is nothing new under the sun
Presidential scandals everybody move
I was made by revolution to speak to the masses

D-SON

VERSE 2

Empty bottles of beer drug needles where I creep at
I’m dwelling in a place where the heart of the beast at
I find myself lost in a weed bag
Much to high to get out so yo my nigga where the weed at
I need that, rough drugs all in my veins
So I forget bad memories struggles and pain
All they see the same, who’s to blame
Some never see the sunshine after the rain

CONCRETE

VERSE 3

Behind enemy lines we
Try to survive now
Open your eyes and
Discover the truth yeah
Psychological warfare
Pressing ya fear factor
Voices in ya head saying
We coming to get ya
Society outcasts study the past
Till we free at last hold on to ya pants
Follow ya path
Till my last breath I will fight for the cause
I win some pour some for the ones we lost

CHORUS (SCRATCHES)

Stroll through the tunnels of death fighting the devil
Walking barefoot across peninsula’s freeing slaves and prisoners
In the mind is where I plant seeds
I be fighting for my people survival is self-esteem
Population control
Is nothing new under the sun
Presidential scandals everybody move
I was made by revolution to speak to the masses

TYRONE

VERSE 4

I lift my glass toast and drink for world peace
Preach against better judgement can one have dreams
Cannons and bombs seize
I see human beings in a primitive state
Were all children of men living in caves
And being chased by carnivores in the forest
Being afraid and dropped more than a 100 levels down the food chain
Shit ain’t gon change but I too have a dream
Does that mean they gon kill me for what I have foreseen
Even sunbeams kill, it used to be chickenpox
Sun block does squat when a hydrogen bomb drops
It’s a man made mistake, is man a mistake of god
Can you look past ya life and what ya got and what not
And to me god in simple terms is just nature
To each his own power, a gift from the creator
Track Name: NAPOLEON FT. DJ DNS Prod. by Bone Pesci
NAPOLEON FT./ DJ DNS


THUN

I spit in the hood, that’s where I rest at
I’m in the streets, that’s where I’m kept at
Yall better respect that
I’m from an era like lets go the fuck way back
Before cats were flossin showin off in they maybachs
If you was wack on stage you must’ve got bitch slapped
In some parts like in the docks they used to turn backs
You had to earn stacks and learn fast
Purse snatch to get cash to make tracks
Build stats, a real Cat recognize real facts
Believe that, then you were built to last
Show off your skillz on wax
backpackin heads/ show that love straight back
even the grimy suspects was bustin they gats
ya caught some slack, earned ya stripes to sign contracts
high of the Kodak, we partied with vodka and sipped cognac/
drunk off our asses, we was livin lavish payin bills from our advances
no business sense shit fuck the taxes, being paid under tha table Man! the shit was bananas
monkey madness, show hoppin ridin in train wagons
got stranded at stations, gutter rats the foulest of maggots
completed the cipher, we spit nothing but bangers
I was there when MOD got Sick and Made it Happen
Legendary status, we roll thick like thermal winter blankets
We ran the streets, painting our picture on canvas
Cats in the Zoo couldn’t grasp us, still cant match us
Fuckin with us is health hazardous, I chew Now Or Later heads off for braggin too much

(SCRATCHES BY DJ DNS)
Track Name: JACOB MARLEY Prod. by Bone Pesci
JACOB MARLEY


THUN

VERSE 1

JACOB!!! MARLEY!!! YO!!!

It was the night before last, when my soul broke out of its cast
It hovered looking back, remembering the past
Another life in a different world moving fast
the first chapter of the second book in its 3rd draft
Comcast through portals, black holes and wormholes
I’m in a spaceship with the ghost of Andy Warhol
Carnegie artist, silver prince behind the pop starlets
I sold ink at auctions, visualize the power of my portrait
Stand in a room full of snitches, so they can point out the culprit
Battles of the century, my art possessed inside of memories
Climaxed with a starving centipedes, who built me a fortress to remember me
My data is scribbled in boxes hidden beneath the streets a sarcophagus
like mummies in pyramids knowing I’m still royalty
Wake up and smell the coffee, I see my history unfold like the code of davinci

CHORUS TYRONE

I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath
I realized that in this life there is nothing left
Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks
The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept

CHORUS THUN

I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath
I realized that in this life there is nothing left
Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks
The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept

TYRONE

VERSE 2

I hate this forsaken place, it makes me curse and blaspheme
Then a fallen angel, slipped past the attention of Constantine
At first it seemed, not that evil when it came to see me
Then it felt as if I was pulled out of my anatomy
This entity took me on some sort of a journey
To where men are batteries, not longer the dominate species
Directions southeast, over frozen fields of corn ahead in time
Where men from my day and age are long gone
I saw dawn, saw two legged things with horns
Saw cyborgs in some sort of a Neanderthal form
This Babylon is wrong, that’s what this demon yelled
It will get worse then hell, these are not the works of Gabriel
I was astonished, when it took me across continents
I seen metal pyramids and immortals with lizard necks
Too many places, with high levels of radiation
Conclusion, were moving through corridors of illusions

CHORUS THUN

I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath
I realized that in this life there is nothing left
Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks
The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept

CHORUS TYRONE

I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath
I realized that in this life there is nothing left
Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks
The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept

THUN & TYRONE

VERSE 3

It was after my travels, that I woke up kicking and screaming
I opened my eyes seeing what appeared to be a demon
Confronted with life, I just got back from sightseeing
Noticed I wasn’t alone, camera flashes spots beaming
A futuristic being appeared in front of me gleaming
Telling me tales of a new world of heathens
He spoke heavy with the voice of a soldier sharing his feelings

Was this a near death experience, I pinched my limbs
To find out if I’m ghost or still amongst the living
That’s when I saw a bright light, flicker in the distance
Saw the shadow of a character, I approached with resistance
Tensed up from not making sense back in the present
I shook the hand of a man from the past tense
Sharing stories of our voyages, fearing for our culture
Signs divine life, past, present and future

CHORUS THUN & TYRONE (2X)

I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath
I realized that in this life there is nothing left
Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks
The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept
Track Name: LIGHTBULB (OOOH​!​) Prod. by Bone Pesci
LIGHTBULB (OOOH!)

CHORUS

*OOOH!* that'll be a bitch

Imagine microchips
Stuck in the neck of your kids

*OOOH!* that'll be a big scuffle

When they discover
What’s the cause of their struggle

*OOOH!* that'll be a big change

the day we take aim
take charge of our brains

*OOOH!* that'll be a great day

when the grey clouds make way
the bright sun says heyyy...

THUN

VERSE 1

Ahhh shit ain’t that a bitch
We living a 9 to 5 on a clock shift
Blood sweat and tears without getting rich
While the powers that be are playing us like card tricks
Mindfucks for cabbages keeping us silent
I still hear authorities say STOP THE VIOLENCE!!!
ARE THEY SERIOUS? We gon’ bug out and get delirious
Anything to make a buck or euro just to live righteous
My freedom is priceless go ahead and raise the taxes
We just gon’ flip it on em from a white tablet to a crime bracket
They say the good guys always win I SAY FUCK THAT SHIT!
The bad guys have dirty money to spend
Stop the whirlwind, 360 degree sheeple
Blind people wake up and realize when you getting butt plugged
Remember when I said I been shit outta luck since 79
That wasn’t just about me why do you think they started crime
Another way to break bread amongst partners
Whitewashing whole markets don’t become a target
Look for symbols in the pyramids the eyes are watching

CHORUS

*OOOH!* that'll be a bitch

Imagine microchips
Stuck in the neck of your kids

*OOOH!* that'll be a big scuffle

When they discover
What’s the cause of their struggle

*OOOH!* that'll be a big change

the day we take aim
take charge of our brains

*OOOH!* that'll be a great day

when the grey clouds make way
the bright sun says heyyy...

TYRONE

VERSE 2

Satellites broadcast in front of the crescent moon
Who creates fear for dust clouds looking like mushrooms
Who’s responsible for propaganda hate and difference
When exactly will the child of Belfast sing again
Yeah I got questions that seek answers indeed
Banks recall that other day Friday the XIIIth
He said something about not all is into shambles
Though the polar caps melt were not always walking on eggshells
I felt compelled to knock the blindfold off ya scalp
My music is like an eye-opener for those that need help
There’s one life to live, others give you just fragments
Only death is forfeit just keep aware of serpents
Keep yaself open or please except my condolence
Cause a whole bunch folks are the living dead in these moments
Those that sold their soul to Satan are these evil goons
Walk in God’s creation hating they just seem confused

BRIDGE

THUN

Ritualistic, war bloodshed, shit is sadistic
Burn a pentagram and wish ya kid becomes a wiz kid
Before they chip em’, Elron Hubbard science fiction
Cruise missile crucifixion, the furnace of infliction
As seen on television,

CHORUS

*OOOH!* that'll be a bitch

Imagine microchips
Stuck in the neck of your kids

*OOOH!* that'll be a big scuffle

When they discover
What’s the cause of their struggle

*OOOH!* that'll be a big change

the day we take aim
take charge of our brains

*OOOH!* that'll be a great day

when the grey clouds make way
the bright sun says heyyy...
Track Name: STRAWHATS & SCARECROWS Prod. by Dirty Needlez
STRAWHATS & SCARECROWS

TYRONE

CHORUS

Sitting here lonely on a mountain
Thinking of ways to paint the town red again
Say I’m like royalty hail the crowned kings
Drinks being raised praise the proud veterans

THUN

VERSE 1

I move through a crowded place at daily rates
This ain’t no small fries, I’m dealing with higher stakes
I’m talking Hacksaw Jim Duggan
Bumrushin’ going upside ya noggin
I Put food on my plate
whether its putting in work, 9 to 5in, rhyming or robbin’
I was almost born an evil goblin
5 minutes to Friday the 13th in a Halloween costume
You could say the screws were already loose when produced
sent from the womb my moms fruit of the loom,
after they saw what I’d done when I was born,
so to speak, her whole insides torn
Today I still carry the torch, house calls and in stores
call me psychopathic slasher slitting throats dumping bodies in bathtubs
RUBBA DUB DUB! don’t get me wrong I love my loved ones
I’m just letting yall know I’m serious when being crossed
Ok you got me, maybe sometimes its just for fun
ya feeling sloppy I’m the one…one!

TYRONE

CHORUS

Sitting here lonely on a mountain
Thinking of ways to paint the town red again
Say I’m like royalty hail the crowned kings
Drinks being raised praise the proud veterans

THUN

VERSE 2

I’m totally insane my brain gyrates splitting veins
I walk around town with a bad leg, old men throw me their canes
Charismatically moving in my own way at a snails pace
I got that swagger in my heart rate
Contemplate about getting laid
Ask my first born how he was sprayed
from the biggest balls reaching the egg
A silly little nuttcase emulating his fathers face
From the cradle to the grave
We bending space shifting thru different time zones
I be like Caesar in Rome claiming the throne
I Seen murders written in stones
before shovels digging holes for the bones
Claiming ya soul like lassoing a noose around a bull at the rodeo
Cowboy bebop back to back 10 paces to a standoff
After the gunshot the sounds fade out and the crowd walks off

TYRONE

CHORUS

Sitting here lonely on a mountain
Thinking of ways to paint the town red again
Say I’m like royalty hail the crowned kings
Drinks being raised praise the proud veterans

TYRONE

BRIDGE

Hold ya horses hear the windchester drums
Stalk the valley with heart battle the metal men
Far from gorgeous far from heavens kingdom
Those guilty as charged awaits imprisonment
Track Name: TY​-​WRAPZ FT. DJ DNS Prod. by Jordan River Banks
TY-WRAPZ

TY VERSE 1

Invade ya home throwin fits tying plastic strips around wrists
Some sadistic type shit teachin angry kids
Tantrum fit shoes off a serious artist
Exorcize Lilith with a bible and the dagger that freed Osgilliath
Sentences mechanic vocal cord cutter ravage
Settle static quick with biscuits bats and sticks
Metal pipes and bricks the HAL city representative
I represent for kids who dive head first in the march pit
We marchin go to war with earthlings as Martians
Foes fall in to oblivion like dead bodies in marshlands
The marksman huntin marked man a sharp pen is what my
Arrows and bows is poaching roastin these roaches
Get extinguished fling this death dual of mantis
Run up in your tenement and handcuff you with tywrapz
Tywrapz productions Jordan river banks
We rumble and ravage like the two tapes sound wave ejects

CHORUS

This is tywrapz Jordan River Banks Godzwrath
Tywrapz TNT Thundacat Hurry Fabz
This is tywrapz Supercharger rep the whole camp
Tywrapz twelve hundred steel wheels DNS

TY VERSE 2

My brothers bad sibling HAL banger launch mortar
Sneak contraband across border Statham transporter
Prank caller rambunctious cleavers in holsters
Caught in a cobweb pieces of bodies in dumpsters
Freeloader punisher hate on ya weak culture
Foot soldier bunker maze trained cats with dog collars
Live in the dark ages corpses in marches
Lead causes lead poison dearly departed in coffins
Work for coroners pump a stone questions later
Major instigator sit back relax observe behaviour
The scientist battle a virus put scalpels to pupils and iris
Cos what is the use of it if you re not usin em’
No hope for those who stand got a rope for hoes and skanks
Go toe to toe with beastmen and burn down the whole shebang
The tyrant black Dexter Morgan blood spatter specialist
Fanatic and leave it to nature to waste away ya relics

CHORUS

This is tywrapz Jordan River Banks Godzwrath
Tywrapz TNT Thundacat Hurry Fabz
This is tywrapz Supercharger rep the whole camp
Tywrapz twelve hundred steel wheels DNS
Track Name: THE ASYLUM (ACT II) FT. SIN FEINN Prod. by Jordan River Banks
THE ASYLUM (ACT II)

THUN

VERSE 1

I’m banging my head against the bubble cushion
Alone in my room head-trips with multiple concussions
cheeks stained with rosy blushes, the highest of blood pressures
hot and cold flashes, flashbacks, paintings painted with red brushes
the thick dust from the cloth, it almost got me smothered
that’s all I remember, now locked up in asylum
orderlies rush my quarters with heavy violence
strapping me in straightjackets, practice medical science
violate my rights, disregard my helpless cries
a quick thought passes through my mind
where the fuck is Ty, is he still alive
or is he in that house on the wall living a still life
did he escape and manage to get out
I wonder where he is as I lie here strapped to a couch, gags in my mouth
Feeling needles from syringes piercing my flesh now
Taking me out AHHH!!!, my vision blurry like clouds
Dr. Freeze counting care-bears with a dead stare
Who goes there! When I look in mirrors reflections don’t appear
They stripped me off my character
I am who I was, the person that is here now is lost
what was it all about, Are they hiding something
tell me that it wasn’t all for nothing, tell me something!

SIN FEINN

VERSE 2


Nurse restrain em 1 delusional thee other trapped in physical
Sedate em Nurse restrain em
sector 4 K9 doctor Nocturnal night breed
Mental magic when talking about me
We need my psychotic self to help us at stage6
To make yah die in special effects,
Talking about unpleasant mental facilities
welcome 2 mental caskets you need a doses
holler at doc knock vessels psychotic beliefs
about a house entrapped inside fantasies and paintings
You need 4000 milligrams to the neck purple en yellow tablets
so I could sees what seems to be the problem
you needs medication that chooses to ease more pain
dressed in white jacket doctor Sin Feinn
specialized Celsius asylum in cubica

CHORUS

I can’t help myself still being carried by song
The images from that house are far from gone
ticks from clocks Dings followed by dongs
still being haunted by the people trapped in the cloth
rude awakenings waking up startled
far from home in some asylum on the outskirts
strapped in straightjackets drugged by a scientist
paintings, that house we were framed by an artist

TYRONE

VERSE 3

Pain is only pain severe pain I feel
Molecule by molecule is my body being rebuilt
Don’t know how it happened but I’m in the basement
Standing next to the frame of an empty portrait
I’m forced to find the source of this strange occurrence
Task rescue one from a place where death is certain
An evil surgeon slash doc detained the last tenant somehow
He’s making sure the story of this house don’t leak out
Leave now, time is not a luxury
Or the last time you’ll see him is if you dig a hole in the cemetery
This house grew angry floorboards try to battle me
I stumble off the stairs and the house collapsed behind me
Out the front door headed for the city seeing black spots
Visited the local hospitals and burial plots
Paper clippings that my man got committed
An unlisted address so I faked my own madness
Shouting out numbers walking backwards perfecting my gimmick
Authorities came and dropped me off at the clinic
Entered revolving doors snuck past the front desk
Of a psychiatric ward to sector 4…

BRIDGE

Was it the cloth? Dead eyes staring from walls
Padded room doors we locked away in hospitals
I couldn’t help myself, day of departure was the hardest
Retarded, covered my tracks but got framed by an artist

CHORUS

I can’t help myself still being carried by song
The images from that house are far from gone
ticks from clocks Dings followed by dongs
still being haunted by the people trapped in the cloth
rude awakenings waking up startled
far from home in some asylum on the outskirts
strapped in straightjackets drugged by a scientist
paintings, that house we were framed by an artist
Track Name: SNAP, CRACKLE & POP FT. BLACK MARVEL Prod. by Bone Pesci
SNAP, CRACKLE & POP

THUN

VERSE 1

I mastered the art, Crafted my part
Disregard for the law, Get scratched by the claw
Its not what you saw, No snitchin in the park
Alone in the yard, Get sliced after dark
Take it to heart, The streets is the guard
Imma leave a mark, Stains on these bricks
Spit game on these tricks, Raising our kids
Mary Jane in our cigs, Portrayed by the journalists
Shame on these pigs, We talk with a lisp
Walk with a limp, Show off with our shit
Cocking the four fifth, Locked up another bid
Backyard hussle get hoodwinked
THINK, Fast before ya blink
This life is a trip, Steal from the rich
Give back to the poor, Its chess across seaboards
That modern day folklore, Hitting metal blades on clavichords
Scorned!!!

CHORUS (2X)

Snap crackle and pop
Jamming the glock,
reload it and unlocked
letting off 6 shots
Heat fired burned by the cops
in the streets supported by blocks
tough talk my team stays on watch

TYRONE

VERSE 2

Streetwise thugs, small bucks in big trucks
Rapper bates, guzzle away bottles of Scotch
The city gut, fruitcakes and crackpots
And out-of-towners take wrong turns to wrong parts
Wrong blocks, concrete trash and burned out cars
Loud mouths talk much walk with a bloody snotbox
Houses with couch potatoes sit and watch re-runs
Meanwhile on the streets fiends inhale the angel dust
Prostitutes for lust, cock back squeeze and bust
Hammer triggering slugs, or was it the bedroom thrust
Another one bites the dust and get a casket
Too much derelicts within the city limit
Addicts in clinics, young elders are bread winners
Gravity on buildings, the artistry of city children
Rats in sewer systems, slum block
Downtown uptown suburbs and projects

CHORUS (2X)

Snap crackle and pop
Jamming the glock,
reload it and unlocked
letting off 6 shots
Heat fired burned by the cops
in the streets supported by blocks
tough talk my team stays on watch

MOD THE BLACK MARVEL

VERSE 3

Eyo pops smoked crack and he snapped..
border line mind out of order
front of the liquor store on the corner
stones bone trails serial kills tracked to Cali
Where TNT amulets limbs across the valley
Amityville garbage pail children of the corn field
house built on hamburger hill
the ordeals from spinning cartwheels and grinders windmills
wolfs with meat grills, Cheap kills is free meals.


CHORUS (2X)

Snap crackle and pop
Jamming the glock,
reload it and unlocked
letting off 6 shots
Heat fired burned by the cops
in the streets supported by blocks
tough talk my team stays on watch