1.Demon Executor
Comin' out the dirty bay area, northern Cali, it's the demon
throw slasher,
lyrical y-dasher, the bible passer, quick to blasher, with my
load of tech-
rhyme sprayin' bullets from the top of the mime cause I'm the
lyrical,
miracal, spiritual teacher, Nicaragua street preacher, who's out
to reach you.
Group of thugs who some call the X-Generation, through
penetration of lyrical
bullets of salvation, so bring the roughest and toughest demons
be screamin'
wanna start dumpin' and jumpin' demons like a gang initiation.
Huh, who wanna
mess with the craziest of em' all demons bringin' all and bang
your head like
a teatherball, ain't none a y'all finned to stop me, watch me
gospel hip-hop
till' the day the casket drop, wa-la. That's right, 1997, the
Demon Executor
up in this peace, I'm gonna kill all y'all demons!
Chorus-
Throw yo' hands way up in the air, that's the sound of the
electric chair,
that's the sound of demons screamin' fo their life and I'm the
demon executor
hittin' the switch tonight.
I told you once I be the demon head choppa, the casket droppa,
the glak-cocka,
the Mr. Ready to hit em' up like 2-Paca. The demon body bag
zipper-upper, the
demon bucker, the one who got demons and beans on his plate for
supper. I be
the nuttiest one in the whole clan with Mac Town, switchblades
and bibles held
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon
killer within'
the California mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to
drop, drop
demons anywhere I don't care pistols in the air, ready to flare.
I ain't in
to set trippin, blood crippin, instead I'm in to
mormanistic-satanic bible
rippin' lyrically flippin' lyrics like a quarter in the air call
it heads or
tails, from the hood up to no good. It's the demon body chocka,
the mike-
stocka, the Mr. Put you in cement to throw you off a bridge
droppa. I be the
man never puffin' on the booda, I'm the Texas chainsaw havin'
demon executor.
Hey, bone, these bustas told me you couldn't rap. Man, let me
show em' what's
up dawg!
Like Boyz 2 Men, I got demons on bended knee, beg n' plea.
'Cause I kill more
demons than Carmen got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas.
I'm the demon
executor comin' straight out of Frisco with Giants and Niner
Gear head to toe,
oh, you didn't know？ I be the demon neck choker, the devil
smoker, the Mr.
Demon Columbian Neck Tie get provoka. Repepermmeniti I'm ready
to jack these
demons, they ain't got no hope, gettin' up out my sythoscope. So
blam, blam,
comin on, blam to dem 4, me comin' up out the West like Mr.
2-Pac Shikur. Who
wanna be sweatin' it, wettin it' cause O.R.C. comin' out with
the lyrical
mafeeoso style you can't believe. Till the day I die, I'm
throwin' up Jesus
Christ, demon executor fo life! That right! No, for real though,
how you
gonna stuff the bone？ I got your back partner!
2.Hurt N' Pain
Dialogue：
Damn, Lord. Just got so much hurt n' pain inside me, you know
what I'm
sayin'？ People think just cause I got records or sumpin' I don't
feel hurt n'
pain, huh, thinkin' I ain't human or sumpin', God can you help
me out？
Lyrics：
Lord how much longa' I gotta' take this, playa haten' and
gettin' stabbed
behind my back, I'm frustrated, feelin' mentally incarcirated.
I'm
suffocating gasping for oxygen so I can breathe, at times I'm
prayin' for God
to take me away feelin' I'm ready to leave, this world of
misery, jealousy,
hurt n' pain. But I gotta maintain even though to live is
Christ, to die is
gain. I'm feelin' lonely God wrap your arms around a solider,
and hold me
tight because this world just keeps on gettin' colder. Wipe the
painful tears
fallin' from these lonely eyes. Got one of my friends betray me
then proceed
to tell these lies, I'm tellin' the truth at times I feel, that
don't nobody
care？ That's why I cry at night when I'm on my knees alone in
prayer. See I
be in a comrade stuck in a world zone holdin' on to my mission,
but at times I
wish God wouldn't have placed me in this opposition, cause
people love me, but
at the same time some despise me, and it's drivin' me insane
full of all this
hurt n' pain!
Chorus-
I feel rejection, lonliness, hurt n' pain. God can you take away
the hurt n'
pain？ A solider strugglin' up in this game. So God can you take
away the
hurt n' pain？
I'm havin' visions, wakin' up screamin', frightened, sweatin'
and dramatized
thinkin' about when they broke in my house and tried to take my
life. I
remember layin' in my bathtub, full of blood, thinkin' to
myself, is there any
love left in this world？ Cause nowadays, there's so much
division, that's why
half of my homies dead and the others spend their days in the
prison. The
devil keep temptin' me, fillin' my mind with evil thoughts, but
I'm gonna
prevail even though everyone would said I'd fail. My own homies
talk about
me, claimin to be my partners, but then behind my back, they
bad-mouth me.
Now tell me Judas why you do me like Cain did to Abel. I showed
you love and
put the food up on your family's table. Why you be jabberin' and
spreadin'
lies behind my back, I helped you when you was down and got you
back on track.
Is you a friend or foe？ Tell me cause I need to know. Or is you
down because
I bring my two shows and make that dough. If that's the case
then homey,
here's some change, go play the lotto. Cause my crew tight just
like them
corks that be on champagne bottles, can you feel me？ I full of
all this hurt
n' pain, the sunshines gone, so God please guide me through the
storms and
rain.
I kept so many tears, thought appears, that was down me for the
last few
years. Playa haten a brother but worse I heard it with my own
ears. Dear
God, can you rescue me？ From all this hurt n' pain,
backstabbin', playa
haten, lyin' and jealousy. At times I feel that I can't go on,
but I gotta be
strong, I'm willin' to die for what I believe in just like John.
You wrong,
if you think I be in this for the dough, like Robert DeNiro, and
Joe Pesci up
in Casino, move to Reno, if that's what your intentions be.
Don't try to use
the name of God so that you can come up on some quick money,
dummy, ain't
nuttin' funny, them lies bring hurt n' pain, so keep my name up
out your
devilish lies and realize!
3.Keep On Praisin'
Chorus 2x
Keep on praisin liftin up your name
To live in Christ, to die is gain
Growin up in the cold world
This industries cloggin up my brain
Got memories of when gospel rap wasn't about the money or the
fame
Remember when it used to be strictly ministry
Now it's all about who's at the top of the industry
Everyone's jealous, full of hate, greed and envy
Nowadays I don't even know who my own friends be
They criticized, talked about, stabbed behind my back
And playa haters still trying to bang gospel rap
My heart goes out to the streets
I'm tryin to reach thugs and addicts while you warming up the
church seats
But you don't hear me tho, turn and look the other way
But that's okay, I know God listening to what I got to say
I can't lie though, sometimes I feel like giving up
When all this hurt and pain inside me starts building up
I start crying but God shows me love and even if I never ever
win a Dove
I'ma keep on praisin'
CHORUS
Keep on praisin liftin up your name
Can you feel me I gotta keep on praisin
To live in Christ to die is gain
'Till the day that I die I'ma keep on praisin
Keep on praisin liftin up your name
To live in Christ to die is gain
Pick up my cross and I'ma follow you
Even if my boys stay behind and I'm the only one in my crew
To be man enough to say God here I am
But people always quick to judge they don't understand
They talking about I ain't real but who are you to judge me
God be the only one who knows just what I feel
So many rappers nowadays caught up in competition
That's why gospel rap be full of so much division
believe me when I say it breaks my heart to think that we was
once in unity but now we all been torn apart
It's not about how many records we've sold but it's all about
how many saved souls
Can you feel me？
Tears ran down my eyes yesterday as I heard about Tupac's death
He's already one left to say Lord I'ma stand in the gap
My people's are you with me where you at
cuz I'ma keep on praisin
CHORUS
Keep on praisin liftin up your name
Can you feel me I gotta keep on praisin
To live in Christ to die is gain
'till the day that I die I'ma keep on prasin
Keep on praisin liftin up your name
Baby baby
To live in Christ to die is gain
And even though they criticize me
Talk behind my back, and tell me hurtful words Till the day I'm
dead in my grave it's God I'm gonna serve
So go ahead and talk about me and spread your lies
You the one accountable for every tear when i cry
I shed so many tears for so many years God can you help me I
trying to reach all my peers
And if you don't hear I'ma try harder
Even if I die from bullet shots like a martyr
This will be driving me hysterical
God I need a miracle
Devil keep trying to hit me when I wanna get more spiritual
Lyrically, I'm praisin God with every word that I speak
You hurt me but I gotta turn the other cheek
Cuz vengeance ain't mine, vengeance belongs to the Lord
We gotta come together, one mind, and one accord
So to those who have ears let 'em listen
To what I'm sayin, with or without you homie, I'ma keep on
praisin
CHORUS
Keep on praisin liftin up your name
I'm gonna keep on praisin
To live in Christ to die is gain
Can you feel me everybody gotta know
that I'ma keep on praisin
Till the day I'm dead in my grave I'm gonna keep on praisin
Ain't nothing or nobody gonna stop me
Lifting up the name of Christ you know what I'm saying
Till the day I'm dead, six feet under
I'ma keep on praisin homie
Rock on
4.Straighten It Out
作詞：Etienne Clark, J Curtis, Benny Lattimore, Rene Sotomayor
Let's break it out all of this black-on-black, brown-on-brown,
in every town,
because I'm sick of seeing my people's sketches scattered all
over the ground.
Since these murders occur every single day, so put the gun away
because I want
to live to see another day. A happy day. Where there's peace
between
nations, love within races and no division in the congregations.
No more
pimps and drug dealers on every corner. A homeless people
struggling with no
homefreeze and they pump for quarters. I am talkin' about a
world of peace,
with no mo' closed caskets if you know rows like most of my
homies that have
been deceased. No more murderers, diseases, or suicides, it's
time we all
wake up and wipe the mucus from my sleepy eyes. And straighten
things out
like a ruler 'cause nowadays, the cart we juggle is full of
hate, killas, and
runaways. I'm sick of it, so I'll be the first brother to shout,
let's
straighten it out 'cause together we can work it out.
Chorus-
Let's straighten it out, from the west side to the east side.
Let's straighten it out, from the north side to the south side.
Let's straighten it out, from the east side to the west side.
Let's straighten it out, from the south side to the north side.
I wish somebody would tell me why, we can't just straighten out
all this mess,
at times I think, my fat should be a bulletproof vest. Got all
these homies
claiming south side, west side, east side, north side, Asian,
Black, and Brown
pride. It seems that there's no mo hope, my own people's send me
their guns
and try to push me the dope, I can't cope. But I gotta, why？
Because I'm
sick of all the shots ringing from the sixty-fo and hollas.
Remember where we
was familia, where we could kick it and not worry about your own
kind killin'
ya'. Seems like all we care about is money and fame, drugs in
the game, it's
killin' me softly like Lauren from the Fugees sang. Man, what's
it gonna take
for us to grow up, before love is the only ganG sign we throw
up？ 'Cause all
our peoples headin' straight for the morgue unless we put down
the guns and
start to trust in the Lord, let's straighten it out!
I wonder what could make a man, hit a woman, wit' a ferious
hand. Somebody
tell me because I just don't seem to understand. And then we
wonder why y'all
kids is bangin' with none at home, it seems the parents is the
one givin' they
kids a trainin'. Beatin' em' down, with your fists and a buckle
of a belt.
To prideful to accept that you needed some serious help. So you
kept strikin'
like thirsty bats straight out of Hell, but what you did was
wrong, stop and
listen to my song. It breaks my heart in two when I see the
things you put
them through. Why do you do all the harmful things that you do？
Spiritually
guided with decieve and rags on both your wives, not knowin' you
was led by
demons when you made them cry. But you didn't quit till' they
finally ran
away from home. Then your wife left you too, and now your sad
and all alone.
Just thinkin' about everything your family could have been, so
now your
squeezin' the trigger to leave this life of sin.
5.The Hoodlum's Intro
6.09／19／94
7.Tomorrow's Not Promised
It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see what's happening
I'm hearing voices so I'm creeping slowly
Just in case they gets to capping
I walk asleep to the door
Next thing I know these fools jumping out of my bushes
And got me face down on the floor
Now I'm getting hit, kicked, and pistoled with
And the only thing that I see was all this blood flying in my
spit
Oh my God they're trying to kill the T
And worst then that all these G's were smoked down on PCP
They threw me in my bathtub where I lie in blood
These homies must be thinking I live the life of a thug
They full of hate
Beating me with pipes and weights
And I'm looking for a way out but it seems that there's no
escape
Dear God, I'm wondering can you save me
But maybe I should die because this world got me going crazy
Now what am I to do
I'm sad and confused
I'm thinking about my family, friends, and my baby boo, too
Gee, tears run down my eyes as I start to cry
I'm wondering to my self why do the good always have to die
(Chorus)x2
Tomorrows not promised to me or to you
Awhoo
Death is knocking at your door what you gonna do
Awhoo
Man they finna kill me
They tripping and pulling me out of my bathtub
Dragging me through my house
Hollering cus I'm getting shocked in my mouth
They stealing my possessions
Gapping everything I own
Took my VCR and got away with 4,000 bones
I'm outside
They got me at gunpoint
Trying to jack my ride
And if I try to run God knows it would only be suicide
So I better stay
But they still gonna try to pull my car
So I better think fast cus if I don't blast
I can't let down my guard
I'm praying to God someone would call one time,
Bu nobody called one time
So I'm stuck in the midst of this crime
He's cursing at me
Asking me what my combination be
And if I don't tell him homie you know better
This be killing
So I told him
Lock numer 8 3 11
It's the 2 11
But I don't want to end up in the 1 8 7
I'm 21 but will I live to see 22
And witness the birth of the organized Rhyme Crew
(Chorus)x2
Oh no
Here comes they homies in a van
Rolling 12 deep
And I'm thinking to myself how much longer will I be getting
beat
The man behind me shouts out that's it I'm killing him
That's when I finally came to my senses and said I'm stealing
then
I socked the man in his grill then I watched him drop
To the pavement
I had to run or I knew that I'd be gettin popped
So now they on a chase hunt to try and capture me
Hoping to leave me dead like a menace to society
Now I finally realizing and that it's true when God says
'Tomorrow's not promised to you'
(Chorus)x4
8.Police Call
9.Playa Haters Interlude
10.Kill Tha Lies
11.Puttin' It Down
12.Mi Familia
13.Growin' Up
I remember growin up
And all the things we went through
I remember all the struggles and pains
When no one cared you were there
Gave me hope and you answered my prayers
I remember all the struggles and pains
Now its 1997
And it seems like times gone by so fast
As I think of the past tears run down my eyes and I start to
laugh
I'm thinking about the things I did as a kid
With no worries just one big family
Chilling in Frisco living on Madrid
Moms was a hard worker and pops was a preacher man
And I give him props
Cuz he tried to raise me the best two parents can
Working nine to five to keep me in a private school
While I was disrespecting my teachers acting like a fool
I flunked the first and fifth grade
And I wonder how I flunked
The first time that they see my report card full of bad grades
Getting suspended everyday and letters from my teachers
The church keep pointing they fingers sending me to some other
preacher
My teachers told me I was never goin to amount to nothin
Thinking as I get older I be robbing and pimping Thugging and
hustling
Living that playa life but I proved everybody wrong
So to those who doubted me is to whom I dedicate this song
I remember growin up
And all the things we went through
I remember all the struggles and pains
When no one cared you were there
Gave me hope and you answered my prayers
I remember all the struggles and pains
Remember the days I used to see my sister hooked on drugs
Gang bangin tossin the forties
Nobody but the thugs
I used to cry to see my sister in that state of mind
But keep your head up Jackie god said it gonna be alright
Hopefully in 98 Steven gonna be back at home
Had old San Quentin
But if not you still got me, T-Bone
Half of our homies locked up in penitentiaries
And some in cemeteries all I got is memories
Of when we'd kick it at the schoolyard
With plain old Tims Locs and khakis
Tryin to show the world we was raw
Then in November 26 of 1985
My Nina passed away
But yo I know she still alive
Up there in heaven with the lord god bless us all
Seems as you're older life can really start to take its toll
I miss my friends that didn't make it to see yesterday
Pour out my heart and not liquor for those that passed away
I remember growin up
And all the things we went through
I remember all the struggles and pains
When no one cared you were there
Gave me hope and you answered my prayers
I remember all the struggles and pains
I still remember when we came home from San Jose
To find our home in ashes burned down to a charcoal grey
We lost everything we owned
And now we in a one bedroom apartment with no heater so we
freezing cold
Trusted in god though
And knew that he was there for us
Whether it's safe and sound or times are hard and dangerous
Like two years later when it happened all over again
My pops was running with a cash register in his hands
Tryin to survive the flames from the business that they had
built
My mother cried and hugged me as she wrapped me in a quilt
I'm telling you it aint easy
When god calls you and your family to be in the street ministry
I had hopes and dreams to one day have a rap career
Its 1997 I cant believe I'm finally here
Now I be buyin ？？？ And diamonds
And thank the lord
He blessed me with the gift of street rhymin
I remember growin up
And all the things we went through
I remember all the struggles and pains
When no one cared you were there
Gave me hope and you answered my prayers
I remember all the struggles and pains
I remember growin up
And all the things we went through
I remember all the struggles and pains
When no one cared you were there
Gave me hope and you answered my prayers
I remember all the struggles and pains
14.Flock Together
15.Ministry -vs- Industry
16.Organized Rhyme
I snatch the mic and rock and spit rhymes that make the world
stop
And wanna-be MCs shed tears like Tupac
stabbin my soldier in the back, but you sittin on the bench
shut yo mouth about my man, cause i'll come to his defense
I gotta drop thang upon your feel
so in this next line Mayhem bout to get for real
half a y'all is wack, no lyrical talent, you pretenders
you're wrong about the Organized Rhyme representers
the other half approach if you wish to persist in my rage
you cease to exist when I enter the stage
I'm invincible, you invisible, break you down to pure minibles
now you miserable, destroy you with no intervals
in my mind I see a lyrical beam on your head
when its time to go to the battle zone all I see is red
cause you in danger, when I come through whos stoppin me ？
A kamikaze Mobb a Deep-er, than Havoc or Prodigy, uh
I represent the Organized Rhyme c-a-Crew
no one can do what we do, thats why there's just a few
(Organized Rhyme) ORC
droppin lyrics led by the Spirit on the M I C
Maximillian sees the problems in the Christian industry
so I'm breakin off all these hooble-type rappers
cause they don't feast on dope beats, they're just snackers
meanwhile our crew explodes like fire crackers
backwards mentality
you disrespect the pioneers who paved the way for you and your
crew
we be the deacons of this industry
dis and Mayhem and T and the E - D O G
when actually your lyrics straight be glorifyin the enemy
I hate to hit you with a blast from the past LP
without the LORD, man it wouldnt sell 3
most brothas be like, 'man don't I know you ？' and its true
91, 92, where were you ？, I'm bangin with the Organized Rhyme
Crew
check it out
well it be my turn to bust, so watch out, you know the deal
I cut MCs like Zorro, leavin faces scarred up like Seal
really tho, so peep the voice, I be the B O N E
wit the crew who hold more championships than Wayne Gretzky
(cause we be) the Organized Rhyme bambinos
bustin more rhymes than tech 9s held by Al Pachino
so watch out, we comin full force with dope production
And these lyrics so phat, sometimes I need lyposuctions
huh, I'm in the house like a kitchen, flippin lyrics sweet like
honey
And I got mo raps than the mummy
steady killin the demons everyday like Chunghatti
until the day God gone beam me up like Scotty
(oh yeah) did I forget to mention
that I be keepin MCs locked up like Shawshank Redemption
huh, its just a gift, now I be passin the microphone
back to my cousin who used to sling more keys than a lock smith,
ahh
pose a threat, my rhymes be organized like my crew
It's the few, but not the proud like some groups around fool
It's the E to the D O G
lyrically assassinatin demons everyday like my cousin T
see, we be, the notorious Organized Rhyme clique
equipped with the Word of God like a pistol grip
And when I'm thumpin gets to pumpin more and more of what you
lookin for
aura in your town, now we takin over
so put away your nursery rhymes, chimes, and nickel and dime
hooks
you ain't got no verse in this rap book
dear God, I got up in the ride because its scary
for T-Bo capped 'em writin out a dictionary
I don't associate myself with playa haters, can't trust 'em
they say we ain't dope, but we still can't pass through customs
(dust 'em) like finger prints (you can't touch his mind)
my crew be more United than the Airlines
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