1. |
Disclaimer
00:36
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2. |
Rolled Royce pt. 1
03:20
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This is M-Dizzle here to answer the question you've all been asking:
M-Dizzle, do you have a car?
Why I have more than one car.
Take that, haters.
My car's got names for all the the things I use it to do
Now I'mma go through 'em like I've got nothin' to lose
Yo
Call it a whip 'cause I use it to hit prostitutes
I'm like drivin' like Trevor Phillips on the main route
I call it Snoop Dogg 'cause it's rollin' on the daily
I'm drivin' to your house just to make you pay me
I call my ride Trojan 'cause it saves me
Magnum 'cause it feels amazing
Crash test ratings higher than Bob Marley
You can thank God I don't drive a Harley
The only thing I shoot off is drive-bys
No unwanted compliments will fly
Women should have the right to take strides
Without catcalls 'bout their thighs
This isn't the 1930s
Why do you have the right to talk dirty
When she obviously isn't flirting
Get back or I'll shoot ya
No mercy
Yo I'll murder you
I'll blast you to the past
Where you act like you at and no one will glance
At the discrimination you show
Come on, step up to my level
My car's sexier than yours, perception
What happens in the backseat, that's called conception
I got rims on my rims, rimception
and I got a driver's license, now that is no question
Leather seats bumpin' clever beats
Ladies losin' sleep, ruin sheets to the thought of me
But I won't cheat, even though I'm afraid of commitment
Yeah, that's right
I'm afraid of losing someone I love
So I push you away, take a sip of that bub
Could anyone handle me for their whole life
I don't believe anyone could be my wife
We couldn't last 'til death do us apart
Because I'm so damn unfeeling there'd be no start
No relationship could happen
I'm sorry baby, it's over
Ended
My car's sexier than yours, perception
What happens in the backseat, that's called conception
I got rims on my rims, rimception
and I got a driver's license, now that is no question
I've got a Benz, smooth like moccasins
Shiny rims, not Tiny Tim's
'Cause Tiny Tim was poor
And I don't want to make you sore
'Cause I'm not sore since I don't have to walk places
My engine feels like it's made of silk
So smooth, fresh air like a new kilt
The cupholders are just the right size
To fit my phone into, that's pretty nice
It's got one more really nice feature
One that'll blow out my speakers
Ready to hear it
Yo the tape deck is pretty on point
Put it in, unrolls like a joint
Music playin' off the stereo
So y'all know I'm ready to go
Yo, I'm rapping bars about my sexy cars
But I'm not parking far, I'm handicapping
You try to slap me, but you can't catch me
'cause I drive my car in the fastlane
That's right
I got sick flow but I don't ride slow
I'm fast
I'm ready to go
You about to get passed
I'll Race her to the finish line
I Always come in first
Then I come in second
What!
M-Dizzle, out!
That was a nice try, haters.
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3. |
Smoke Signals ft. Legion
03:24
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Okay
Hello, baby it was nice to meet ya
Let me tell you right now how I'mma treat ya
Like a feature, baby reach around your body
So I can squeeze ya closer to me at the movies
You're the main event.
A perfect ten out of five and every second we spend makes me feel so alive.
We could be Bonnie and Clyde, two partners in crime.
Compared to you, other girls don't even look like they're trying
You're so fine.
No denying that you're one of a kind.
You've got the lights, camera, action.
I just want to divide your legs like a fraction.
Take my breath away, I'm gaspin'.
I won't hide my feelings anymore, no maskin'.
Take my pain away like an asprin.
You're the winning lotto ticket, now I want to cash in.
I see the smoke in your eyes, like we're camping.
Girl, you've got me filled with passion, let's make this happen.
One glance away, is all I need.
I can see you're on fire.
I know what you want.
I know you want me.
I can see the smoke rising.
Smoke signals on the air tonight.
Hey baby, are you religious?
'Cause you look like a god
Is it time for sacrifice?
Slaughter a pig on this lawn
Oh, that doesn't impress you?
Just know I'm getting paid
I'm a real nice gay
and tonight I'm gettin' laid
Dang, girl/are you my mixtape
'Cause you're so damn hot
You're just gonna walk away?
You friendzoning biatch
'I'm a nice guy
I respect women unless/they reject me
Follow them until/they can see
that everything in their fantasies
Can be satisfied/by finding me
See, see I'm on my knees
Just like you will be
Because/as a woman/your job is to satisfy me
And when I'm friendly
You should reciprocate
With some sexy time I initiate
And it might seem obscene and ridiculous
but just know that I actually believe this
One glance your way, is all I need
I can see you're on fire.
I know what you want.
I know you want me.
I can see the smoke rising.
Smoke signals on the airtonight.
Tonight, I catch a whiff of something,
of ash in the air, while the beat is bumping.
I look to the East, see the clouds rising,
I think that seduction is localizing.
I feel like the Dresden Cathedral,
on the dance floor surrounded by people,
'Cause my eyes have seen the glory,
of this bombshell coming straight for me.
So, I try to bust out my charm,
"You got me through the heart, girl, you Cupid's firearm?"
This our First Contact, and you're the Queen
You want to command me, I'm your machine.
You strut like Paradise, catching my gaze,
You don't just smolder, you a full blaze.
I'm Odysseus, and you are my siren
I knew that you wanted me from on the horizon.
One glance your way, is all I need
I can see you're on fire.
I know what you want.
I know you want me.
I can see the smoke rising.
Smoke signals on the air.
Smoke signals on the air tonight.
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4. |
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5. |
Mayhem is Everywhere
06:22
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I grew up on these streets/they made me
Labels/they just can't contain me
I won't bow to the corporate power
This is my finest hour
Grew up on the streets of Stockton
Gunshots is the only option
Cops runnin' at me/y'all best stop them
Going back to jail just ain't gon' happen
I roll up to the club/ladies love my swagger
They sip a little bub/they gon' want me later
Then I take 'em home/down the dumbwaiter
I know 15 minutes ain't always the greater
Allstate leaves you with some sweet satisfaction
Geico rolls over/falls asleep then that's done
Allstate cares enough to take their time
You know when they finish/you'll be sippin' white wine
Chorus:
I grew up on these streets/they made me
Labels/they just can't contain me
I won't bow to the corporate power
This is my finest hour
These streets raised me/Allstate it saved me
It gave me security/I truly trust thee
I know I'm in good hands
I'm ready to take a stand/against these posers
'Cause all I know's that no one is gonna hurt me
Allstate can save me/give back my dignity
Cops can test me/but they can't best me
'Cause Allstate's in my backseat
In my hometown of Compton
I was born fightin'/killin' and robbin'
Imma real thug sellin' drugs makin' paper
Shoot you with a slug for my fave homie Nathan
I don't bow down to the fed/make 'em chase me
I don't slow down/ they gon' ma frickin' hate me
They can try to catch me but I'm going full speedy
Gone's all us hood rats/can't teach me
I got my car shot up in a drive by
Tires slashed/headlights smashed
Nice try
You can touch my car but you can't touch my paycheck
You can smash my windows/can't make me angry
Damage covered by my homie Allstate
Low monthly payments/covers rentals/don't hate me
Nothing you can do will hurt me/Allstate's got my back
That's truth, see
Chorus
I grew up in Detroit/in the fast lane
Hustlin' for cash/got me rich like crazy
I got a couple Benz in my fancy garage
Got a couple honeys in tow/no mirage
Don't pay taxes on my money/it's illegal
Launder it to cover my people
I'm sellin' drugs/prices are low, low, low
Got a cover business sellin' Ho-Ho hoes
So rich/so fly
So fresh/so clean
Money on my mind and money in my dreams
I'm floatin' in my yacht/spendin' hella cash
You wanna come at me/better watch your back
Y'all can't touch me/I've got safety
Sink my boat/yo Allstate saves me
Tough times/I know how to cope
Boat insurance/it keeps me afloat
You can sink my boat/can't sink my cash
'Cause Allstate's got my back
Chorus
Now, y'all might not believe me
Grew up in shy town/right next to Yeezy
I'm getting hella famous/people wanna be me
Try to shut 'em down/I don't like what I see
Poppin' caps/pullin' gats
Nothin' stoppin these crazy cats
So I cock it back and knock 'em flat
Lyin' back/brains a'splat
Cornered/gun's a blazin'
Crap
I don't worry
'cause Allstate is covering me with
Identity Restoration Coverage
No problems because I trust them
Try to steal my house, my car, my boat, my hoes
Even steal my life/Allstate knows
How to bring me back into the spotlight
Get ready to fight
for my right
to be better
than the rest of
these rappers
these posers
Who knows who they can hurt
Mayhem is everywhere
Taste it in the air
Choking on your prayer
Wondering how do they care
About your life
your job
your car
your wife
your loving mom
Stop
They don't
Allstate cares
You know they'll be there
Ready to give you a platform
So you don't have to conform
To their illusions
No forgone conclusions
Chorus
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6. |
Smack Dat
03:34
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Smack Dat
Got a hoe in each hand like I'm makin' mashed potatoes
Got one mo' on demand call her booty Comcast Cable
I just got to meet some pretty nice ladies
Suggestin' a threesome it's gettin' shady
Just about to get some but first I got to get faded
Come on hit some/let's get crazy
Needle in my arm/heroin can't do much harm
It's rushin' right through my veins/time to turn on all my charm
Two ladies lie on top/call me Tempu-freakin'-pedic
They so satisfied/you can call me bed 'n breakfast
Got five stars from these ladies and a spoon full of black tar
Stab it right into my leg/run out of veins in my arm
'Cause I'm about to smack dat
Hit dat/cock it back/click clack
High so sweet like a mother freakin' Kit Kat
Veins collapse quick like I'm screamin' off a snowy cliff
Body crashing in like a mother freakin' avalanche
Threesome is over/feelin' pretty sticky
So I need somethin' to get me feeling less icky
HEROIN
Running through my veins like a marathon
Twenty-six miles yo it's/hella long
Nothin's gonna stop my partyin' all night
Nothin' but this heroin can feel so right
Sex with all the women/that the straight truth
So many home runs/better call me Babe Ruth
I've almost run of veins, but can't let that stop me
I've got one left, but it isn't that sexy
I don't know if I should do this
But I think it will be worth it
Just one prick/one time/can't hurt much
Sorry, genitals
We've got the only vein left/now let's go
'Cause I'm about to smack dat
Hit dat/cock it back/click clack
High so sweet like a mother freakin' Kit Kat
Veins collapse quick like I'm screamin' off a snowy cliff
Body crashing in like a mother freakin' avalanche
I'm about to do i--
That felt incredible and I know I'm about to blow out your freaking stereo
Ready/here I go
Feelin' so high like KA Jabaar
Careen off the street like Vin Diesel's car
High like a kite on the tail of an aero plane
Crackas lookin' on like I'm mother freaking insane
More I think about it/the less I think
shootin' heroin in my junk/wasn't that neat
This party life isn't really working out for me
I should probably go home and just smoke some weed
Plus I just found out that those ladies from the threesome
Happen to be pregnant with my four-sons
That's right two pairs of twins
I can't believe this is happenin'
My life is ruined, by these bundles of joy
I've got to tell everyone the moral of this story
In life you might want to be the meanest
But it's not worth sticking heroin in your penis
Don't do drugs
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7. |
Dough Money
03:17
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I sleep in a bed of cash each night
I'm like Jordan Belfort but on the mic
I got honeys, cocaine, and I don't need Rogaine
My flow so sweet I'm getting Willy Wonka money
All this because I grew up to be a rapper
And as I build up my rapport
Other crackas be evaporating into the background
All other rappers be hidebound
Antagonize me/but I'm trying
bound to seek out new ground
With this new mountain of sound that other rappers can't surmount
To go where no rapper has ever been before
And I implore you listen to me explore
And restore the game to where it should be
Like Sacagawea I am translating
This rap game into whatever you're playing
Whole Foods is callin' my name/like M-Dizzle
Wanna come to down to my store/fo-shizzle
Grab up my umbrella/slight drizzle
Always be prepared/cock my pistol
Strollin' through the aisles when somethin' catches my eye
Is that a cheesecake I spy
Three layers of chocolate with some nuts on top
Grab a couple o' plates/yo I call the shots
Organic macaroni and some vegan bologna
So much freaking grain/feels like a horror movie
Sprouts to the maximum
Organic soap is latherin'
Splatter carnivores in blood
'cause eatin' meat is murderin'
Toss a few more items right into my cart
Save so many animals/it's like Noah's ark
What's a GMO/yo I'm in the dark
But I'm still gonna protest/don't start
Time to check out/go home and eat
So much food/my coffers be replete
Resuable bags packed/my receipt
Check the balance/what is this deceit
Over four hundered dollars for a week's worth of food
I'm a hardcore rapper/but this money/I'm screwed
Is this a scam or some kinda sick joke
Whole Foods makes me feel like a thick bloke
Who has no hope of eating healthily
Not with prices risin' so stealthily
Organic is a self-regulated industry
So it's questionable any of this is trustworthy
Always buy organic/maybe that's true
If you knew you were eating organic food
But where we are/there's no proof of that
You're paying double for an equivalent product
We're at Taco Bell/oh no you saw us
Got a smug look on your face/tasting sawdust
Here's the thing
Some day I'mma be next to you
In the hospital bed IVs and tubes
And I'm gonna turn my wrinkled little head
Right before I take my last little breath
And I'm gonna whisper right into your earphones
How were those Kale chips?
Yo
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8. |
Toasty Money (skit)
00:40
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9. |
Rolled Royce pt. 2
03:06
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Yo, it's Toasty, never lowkey
Shapeshift from a fish, I'm Loki.
You think you're bad, you think you'r Thor,
play a trick on you, yon't talk no more.
I take command, like Riker,
Score like Ronaldo, I'm striker.
I'm Enterprising, I'm supersizing,
All my lyrics be hypnotizing.
Call me Franz Mesmer
'Cause I'm always suggestive
Use my animal magnetism
Y'all know what the rest is.
I'm Yggdrasil, the world tree
Yo I hold it together
My raps are so informative, better call me professor
Throw it back to my roots; shout out to Leegin
I'm on top, like Xavier, but I'm the author not the fiction
You can call me Feist, 'cause I'm building it up, and I'm breaking it down.
Oracle of Aal, 'cause I know lots and I'm way underground.
I'm Dr. Manhattan
Invincible not by choice
So battle me, if you dare, you Daredevil can't take my voice
Toasty drops rhymes like a cloud drops rain,
and it's natural that Toasty gets all his acclaim.
We're so clever
We should be detectives
We're like pigs
Did you catch the reference
x2
It's the first of the month
I'mma B-Rabbit, Rabbit
Like a young Eminem wearing twenty-four carats
But you don't get the carrot/dog/I'mma give you the stick
Pull a David Fisher/prepare you for a casket
Y'all claim I'm overcompensating
But I'm understating
Every word that I am saying
Each verse is emasculating
Your society
Encapsulating just why I sing
Get ready to hear my freedom ring
This is a battle rap for all y'all haters
I've got a tank aimed at/all y'all traitors
So get ready for a bombshell/shot from my pen right through this paper
You better beware/I'll break your heart/words sharp as razors
Invading your mind and persuading each time to listen and memorize every rhyme
'Cause this is my moment I'm gonna be shining like Stanley Kubrick/ahead of my time
It's barely started this isn't one time/my partner in crime and I gonna climb
to the top and we ain't going to stop until every rapper around us has flopped
We're so clever
We should be detectives
We're like pigs
Did you catch the reference
x2
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10. |
Confessions
03:07
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Confessions, friends
I got a lot to say
And not all of this is going to go my way
I don't want to tell this truth/but I know I hav'ta
It's my duty as the realest rappa
Number One: Santa isn't real
I just found this out a couple days ago
It's mind blowing when you think about it
I mean how could he deliver all them presents
But M-Dizzle/what about the elves
Yeah, turns out they also aren't real
I went to Google Earth/looked up the North Pole
Turns out it's mostly water and a couple of seals
What about the reindeer/hate to break your heart
But they don't exist either/do you got any smarts
Screw you science/for telling us lies
But I'm glad I got the truth out/just in time
We cannot hide,
We cannot hide,
Our secrets.
We cannot hide,
these secrets anymore.
And so we tell
My confessions, I'm not made of Toast,
and of all the drinks, I fear Coke the most.
I'm not, selling jokes this is serious,
I only have one eye, Nick Furious-ly
Trying to save the world, 'cause I think the skies fallin'
And also, my role model? Joseph Stalin.
I wish that I lived in a Communist utopia
'Cause Capitalist Pigs, are my phobia.
All the hair upon my head, yeah you know that's Rogain
Always ask for Hank Hill when I buy Propane
Do drugs with homies, snort that Bro-Caine
When I'm eating out get gluten free No Grain!
Got paid with a check one time, so I threw it to the floor 'cause I wanna see it bounce.
I's on Westside of Portland lookin for an elevator take me uptown.
I'm so embarrassed, and feeling garish,
I wanna parish, from telling you all these true confessions.
We cannot hide,
We cannot hide,
Our se-crets.
We cannot hide,
We cannot hide,
Our secrets.
We cannot hide,
Our secrets anymore,
That's why we told
Confessions
To
You.
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11. |
Heartbreak in da Hood
03:11
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This is a song about my ex-girlfriend
I won't say her name/I won't offend
But I've only really dated one girl
So it won't be too hard to see through
My veiled descriptions
I used to think she was pretty attractive
But now my disgust is retroactive
I can't imagine kissing her on the mouth
I just hear her yell out/scream and shout
M-Dizzle/you can't be emotional
It makes it so hard to get close to you
Well maybe if you stopped inventing problems
And took some time to think about
solutions to the stuff you're causin'
Take some time to breathe
And think before you f--ing speak
Then maybe you wouldn't be screaming
I just took time to brush my teeth
I need some space to come out from under your deceit
Been barely three weeks and already you f--ing cheat
Just for the record/I broke up with her
Not to do so would have been really absurd
Even my own parents suggested it
So you know that it is superbly legit
I mean/seriously/she'd named our kids
It's been two weeks/god forbid
We wait a little bit
Get to know each other
Come on/I'll take the hint
She wanted to name our daughter Elyson
E-L-Y-S-O-N
She didn't consult me
I didn't like the name
She'd decided it with her last boyfriend
And she thought it would make sense to carry it over into her new relationship
With a new person
Who she's been barely been dating two weeks
I mean
What the hell
That's ridiculously self-centered
And stupid
And clingy
And really rushing things
Who does that
I know none of this relationship can be my fault
I can't read that deep inside that vault
She calls a mind
To know what to say at just the right time
To make her happy/I'm supposed to be her lifeline
Is there anything I could have done
Anything under the sun
I would done it
I would have saved us
I would have made us
Into what we said we could be
Each night cuddled up right next to the TV
And I don't miss a thing
And I don't need to be
With someone else to feel complete
But I can't help but feel a little bit of longing for what could have been
But I know that's wrong to miss something so absolutely wretched
I have no regrets
I would have broken up again 'cause none that was worth it
It needed to end
And now you need to admit that maybe it wasn't me
It was both of us working together to be apart
A part of something greater
A world where we aren't lovers
And I am enjoying this distance like no other
Because I finally let myself stop being smothered
By that thing you called love while I just shuddered
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13. |
EVERCLEAR!
03:12
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I open up the doors/time to get this club bumpin'
Fake ID in my hand/I'm frontin'
I still feel sad about my ex-girlfriend
Time to drown out my feelings in something harder than gin
I take a shot of everclear/pass it on to Toasty
It's time to make this club/a little bit smokey
Now we're crossfaded and I'm lovin' life
Except my ex-girlfriend/wanted her to be my wife
Hey lady/pickup line
She isn't feelin' it
Tries to take my dime
Yo lady that's my/cocaine
Try to steal it/insane
So I pull out my cutlass ready to cut a lass
When I'm done/'bout to go home and cuddle ass
When I realize/I don't have a girlfriend
I need something to drown out these feelins
Not gin/not vodka
I need somethin' a little bit/stronger
I need something/clear as ever/in case that wasn't clear
It's everclear
Everclear/more everclear
Shots on shots on shots on shots of freaking everclear
Eyes glassy/see through like everclear
'Bout to throw up/don't care/everclear
Yo/I feel a little tipsy
I don't even know what I'm thinking
I can't be that drunk/only had 12 shots
I'm not gonna puke not on my watch(whilst vomiting)
Yo pass the mic to Toasty
Yo/you don't that look good
Yushuseeactur
It's Toasty/caught the mic from M-Dizzle
Time for solidarity/shots for my bro
I'll take a little sip right now
Tastes like battery acid goin' down
Doesn't matter/I'm doin' this for him
I'll take three more shots/and some gin
Woah, that was harsh
I don't know where to start
Woooooords
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15. |
Now We Are Ghosts
03:11
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M-Dizzle and Toasty, yeah we all about the paper,
Also, we're dead, we ghosts, made of vapor.
We tried to get on that party lyfe,
But, it was more fatal than a laser shark with a knife.
Doctoring Evil for ourselves, no plans,
Booze was bad for health, and our wallets, and our fans.
I died with my mouth full of my lunch,
Food came back around for another munch, munch.
Now I am a spirit, I float across the waters, and
Though I'm bone cold, my music's getting hotter.
Patrick Swayze, not alive, but I'm livin' it.
Take the rap game by force with my Roadhouse Kicks.
Don't worry, no I can't make contact
But I got myself a medium, yeah, I'm on that.
Give you goosebumps, writing in braille,
and dishing out raps from far beyond the pale.
Yeah, we ghosts, son, get with this,
We got no blood, we from the Crypts.
We might be ghosts but as rappers we're the realest
Can't get sick but you know we're still the illest
Got ethereal swagger/I'm a ghost on fleek
What's that on my head/damn right/it's a sheet
Float up in yo' crib/this is my ghost town
'Cause by the laws of physics/I am no longer bound
I'll take your homie into the backyard
And I'll make him speak Latin backwards
Your words go right through me/just like your bullets
Being incorporeal has got its benefits
You can't stop me/anymore
I'm floatin' through your walls/right in your doors
I'm impressive/possessive/and I'm made entirely of ectoplasm
My soul's not in hell/I'm standing above the chasm
I've got nothing left to prove/you know I'm the greatest
Look back at this beat/I've already killed it
Yeah, we ghosts, son, get with this,
We got no blood, we from the Crypts.
Ghost Dance!
Yeah, we ghosts, son, get with this,
We got no blood, we from the Crypts.
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