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Da Dishonourable Don
05-27-2006, 04:34 AM
blow your mothafuckin wigpiece and shatter your bone fragments, putting the hit out thread starring Da Dishonourable Don aka Creepy Follows

Da Dishonourable Don
05-27-2006, 04:52 AM
Da Dishonourable Don'll pistol-whip y'all muzzles/
and piss hot bubbles on your ripped jaw muscles/
then I jigsaw puzzle the game/
rhymes travel like a slug from the sigsaw that'll muffle your brain/
ya tough in the game but got your chain tucked in the club/
you ain't a thug playin' with a rubber duck in the tub/
muddy shoe prints that start from the kitchen, lead to the stairs/
sliced you in the eyes, bleedin', vision leaving impaired/
you'll get bludgeoned in my war dungeon, torcher is fair/
ya know my thugs stay eatin' and extort you for theirs?/
I love to lay ya bleedin' with your torso in pairs/
while the bloodstains lead in to Kovorkian's layer/
assasinate a fat bitch and pack my dick in her whole throat/
now Jill knows that the Jack da Ripper ain't no joke/
I kill flows, every verse I slaughtered was stone cold/
ya wanna fight? {right}, I'm worst than Golata with low blows/
my treacherous methods'll dead you in several seconds/
behead your bregrin, get your butts burnt like Benson and Hedges/
I rep the block, you know the Trench is horrendous/
let you rot 'til the stench is tremendous, send the forensics!

that's a written from one of tunes, titled "Lights Out", let me get some feedback on this, and if you wanna check this tune out and several other tunes me and my peeps laced up, just go to www.tightbeatz.com , click on underground to your very left and scroll through the pages until you see EgWEST, you can check some of my shit out there and give me some feedback on those tracks, Lights Out features {Bambino aka Creepy Follows, Koleon Menace, and Grid 45fingas} produced by Crucial G, tunes are real heavy, reppin' that underground Toronto flav!

Father N Dangerous
05-27-2006, 05:37 AM
Da Dishonourable Don'll pistol-whip y'all muzzles/
and piss hot bubbles on your ripped jaw muscles/
then I jigsaw puzzle the game/
rhymes travel like a slug from the sigsaw that'll muffle your brain/
ya tough in the game but got your chain tucked in the club/
you ain't a thug playin' with a rubber duck in the tub/
muddy shoe prints that start from the kitchen, lead to the stairs/
sliced you in the eyes, bleedin', vision leaving impaired/
you'll get bludgeoned in my war dungeon, torcher is fair/
ya know my thugs stay eatin' and extort you for theirs?/
I love to lay ya bleedin' with your torso in pairs/
while the bloodstains lead in to Kovorkian's layer/
assasinate a fat bitch and pack my dick in her whole throat/
now Jill knows that the Jack da Ripper ain't no joke/
I kill flows, every verse I slaughtered was stone cold/
ya wanna fight? {right}, I'm worst than Golata with low blows/
my treacherous methods'll dead you in several seconds/
behead your bregrin, get your butts burnt like Benson and Hedges/
I rep the block, you know the Trench is horrendous/
let you rot 'til the stench is tremendous, send the forensics!

Overall alot of this drop was tight, all the high-lighted areas was the quotables in my opinion, you got alot of talent and this is your first drop. i can't wait ta see wat your shit looks like after a couple pages. stay up and keep blessin

rep'd

Da Dishonourable Don
05-27-2006, 01:58 PM
yo nuff respect on the feedback, I actually posted this one this morning, I'm always in the battlefield, decided to give the temple a try, but I hope you peeped the audio for that verse, trust me the tune's dirty, just click on to the website I posted underneath my verse, follow the instructions how I said, it's easy to find, thx for the feedback White N Dangerous, good lookin', peace!

Da Dishonourable Don
05-27-2006, 02:17 PM
let me sum it up real quick for those who are like "who the fuck is Bill Blair?", well he's the chief of police in Toronto, so everytime we have a new chief of police, I drop a real contraversial banger for the streets!

yo I drop jewels like Indiana Jones on a mission/
zoned from the izm, yo the realism flow through my veins/
it's only right I hold the mic and express what I feel/
reppin' for real, it's Bambino, now you knowin' my name/
the kid drops shit on each verse, I rock for the streets first/
ain't stoppin' 'til I'm locked up in a box with some deep dirt/
rotting beneath earth, revive into rebirth/
but soon they'll try to ban me like the stop snitchin' T-shirt/
some homies snitch 'cause the fear of jail is intense/
they're body's so frale, they'll prolly go and tell on they friends/
snake-tongue mothafuckas, yeah they greet you with smiles/
same reptile niggas pointing fingers at trial/
no doubt, and I ain't sayin' names, but you was playing Judas/
perpetratin' foolish, crazy stupid yo what made you do this?/
tryin' to play me close? snitch ya better keep your distance/
police assistance can't help you when the heat is blisterin'/

that's for you snitches out there man! let me get some feedback aight! and if you want to peep the audio for that just follow the instructions underneath the first verse I posted, real grimy tune fareal though, the Bill Blair Snitch Project [feat. Bambino yours truly, produced by my nigga Sludem]

Da Dishonourable Don
05-27-2006, 02:22 PM
yo Spok3n, haha, respect on the feedback, but I had to change the name, my windows fucked me over and I lost my Creepy account and it wouldn't allow me to make another Creepy, but I hoped you peeped the tracks, I'm just postin' verses from tunes that I dropped recently and I want peeps to check it and respond, as for the multis, that verse was just on some lyrical-grime, the kid comes verseatile all the time, good lookin' on the feedback, 1!

Da Dishonourable Don
05-28-2006, 06:31 PM
Unlock and load, like Woodstock we rock & roll/
my whole hood's hot where flat foot cops patrol/
yo fuck the popo, Bin's'll never pity da bwoy/
let's go to war like the city of Troy, was built to destroy/
fulfilling the void to mass destruction/
destroy and rebuilding through killing the noise on whack productions/
it's time for war, my thought patterns stuck in '94/
murder your rap crew with two shiny, siamese, chinese swords/
it's grimy gore, you'll feel the blood when it drip drops/
the sludge in your thick socks that'll flood out your flip flops/
got love for this hip hop, for my thugs makin' strips hot/
drugs in a ziplock, slug from the big glock/
get plugged if we kick off, no love for a bitch cop/
but fuck a 187, I know a judge who got to git shot/
get mugged for your wristwatch if you owe me your doe/
up in the club where the Cris pops, I'm throwing you bows!

HOOK
real badboys make moves with no talks/
touch spots, shut shit down, then open up shop/
don't watch no faces, the cops be so racist/
the block be so hot but we plot for more paper

you can catch that one on the Trench Town mixtape cd this summer, big tune, NO FACES feat. Bambino and Crucial G, produced by Crucial G

Da Dishonourable Don
05-28-2006, 06:35 PM
Bambino video coming out soon, directed by Bambino and Cash, you can cop that with the mixtape CD this summer, dvd inclusive!
Makin' big moves this year! Respect to all those supportive of this real hip hop movement across the globe!

Da Dishonourable Don
05-29-2006, 02:10 AM
yo, watching my mom and my dad struggling, surviving/
seeing the mens upon the ave doubling and rising/
the streets is steep, your feet get cold/
the beast, delete ya peeps, even the heat get froze/
yo fuck the 13{division, precinct}, [Fuck 'em], and every cop within it/
think you can stop the limits with a ten o'clock condition?/
the misery's imprisonin' me/
twistin' a tree like I'll never be free, [thinking negatively]
yeah you calling me foul?, but always was a poverty child/
your neighbourhood scavenger who's psychologically wild/
moms and pops was locking me out, understand why/
I spent my time doing nothin', puffin' get mad high/
why you can't trust a friend or foe, foe or friend?/
we trapped up in a hole of sins, walls foldin' in/
and the misery is all within/
conspiracies of fallen men we all defend!

wrote that like 5 years ago, the track is titled MISERY feat. Bambino, Blitz, and G-Chile, real uptown Trench Town G's! Tune is still upto date, shit's classic, and will be released on the TTT mixtape cd, track produced by Bambino, co-produced by Stokley for Blacklight studios

SHRAP
05-29-2006, 02:13 AM
hot shit, where you at?

Da Dishonourable Don
05-29-2006, 02:24 AM
hey yo we hungry, for lump sums and funds/
it's cold outside, rollin' blunts with the numbest thumbs/
you come across here, it could cost your career/
see the frost in the air, then you lost in despair/
winter time'll freeze your hearts and liver/
the block's hot but your blood's like the Arctic river/
cold minded young youth, do you mind when guns shoot?/
jook ya for your running shoes, and make you even run your boots/
what a rush, seeing fiends coked up on dust/
running from the popo, moving slow-mo in slush/
as a childhood, snowball fights, adapted to the cold life/
watch a foul thug roll all night/
we froze on ice, seen friends smoke on pipes/
and what kept me alive was my mom's advice/
I quit alcohol, truesay it's sworn on Christ/
frostbites are just a minor factor in these cold nights!

verse from track titled Cold Nights {in T.O.}, just explaining how times get colder in more way than one, feat. Bambino and Crucial G, produced by Bambino

Da Dishonourable Don
05-29-2006, 02:27 AM
yo Skale bigups homie, I'm reppin' T.O., Eglinton West Marlee, Trench Town all day and night, upnorth bloodsport, I see you reppin' Montreal, one love to all my upnorth heads!

Alesco
05-29-2006, 06:58 PM
[QUOTE=Da Dishonourable Don]hey yo we hungry, for lump sums and funds/
it's cold outside, rollin' blunts with the numbest thumbs/
you come across here, it could cost your career/
see the frost in the air, then you lost in despair/
winter time'll freeze your hearts and liver/
the block's hot but your blood's like the Arctic river/
cold minded young youth, do you mind when guns shoot?/
jook ya for your running shoes, and make you even run your boots/
what a rush, seeing fiends coked up on dust/
running from the popo, moving slow-mo in slush/
as a childhood, snowball fights, adapted to the cold life/
watch a foul thug roll all night/
we froze on ice, seen friends smoke on pipes/
and what kept me alive was my mom's advice/
I quit alcohol, truesay it's sworn on Christ/
frostbites are just a minor factor in these cold nights!

This be a great one creepy ma bro! Much respect for all ya posts, Keep that shit up.. A would have to say that in ma opinion that you are prolly tha best rapper on here. All though there is alot of good rappers, You would be at the top.. Keep it up and rep ya steets homes.. RESPECT .. That wasent no dick riding niether, Just some truth

Luther Large
05-29-2006, 08:02 PM
Da Dishonourable Don'll pistol-whip y'all muzzles/
and piss hot bubbles on your ripped jaw muscles/
then I jigsaw puzzle the game/
rhymes travel like a slug from the sigsaw that'll muffle your brain/
ya tough in the game but got your chain tucked in the club/
you ain't a thug playin' with a rubber duck in the tub/
muddy shoe prints that start from the kitchen, lead to the stairs/
sliced you in the eyes, bleedin', vision leaving impaired/
you'll get bludgeoned in my war dungeon, torcher is fair/
ya know my thugs stay eatin' and extort you for theirs?/
I love to lay ya bleedin' with your torso in pairs/
while the bloodstains lead in to Kovorkian's layer/
assasinate a fat bitch and pack my dick in her whole throat/
now Jill knows that the Jack da Ripper ain't no joke/
I kill flows, every verse I slaughtered was stone cold/
ya wanna fight? {right}, I'm worst than Golata with low blows/
my treacherous methods'll dead you in several seconds/
behead your bregrin, get your butts burnt like Benson and Hedges/
I rep the block, you know the Trench is horrendous/
let you rot 'til the stench is tremendous, send the forensics!

!

no doubt no doubt

shits aight pretty good lyrics nice multies and shit good punches too

just remember though it's mostly the voice that get you up

peace....

Alesco
05-29-2006, 08:25 PM
@ luther .. Yep, to true to true

Da Dishonourable Don
05-29-2006, 08:52 PM
yo Alesco and Luther, nuff respect for the feedback, this thread is strictly lyrics from tracks I've laced already, but I appreciate all the compliments and criticism, hope y'all checked the audios for some of the tunes, if you don't know just check the first verse, I placed the site at the bottom, 1 love!

Da Dishonourable Don
05-29-2006, 08:55 PM
yo Luther, I know I always break your balls and shit, but you're like one of the few who could give me a good battle, win or lose, we're still gonna battle, but it's all for the love anyways, you're a pretty nice mc, I read some lyrics in your thread, keep doin' u!

Da Dishonourable Don
05-30-2006, 09:09 PM
verse 1

Yo, my verses break thunder, the eighth wonder, human snake hunter/
caught up in this concrete jungle tryin' to escape hunger/
the real mystery of life's what remains under/
the ill misery is trife, now your days numbered/
I write proliffic like most of my life's written/
with the right vision we can blow and see dough where ice glistens/
incite wisdom, my poetry's a part of me still/
my pen expresses how my arteries feel/
but pardon my ways, the rage got me startin' to crave/
starving for days like Spartacus with an army of slaves/
the cop riding his horse portrays the ancient Roman/
but with the positive force then we can slay the omen/
I pray to Amen, and pay the homage/
but still remain accomplice to the streets until my way's accomplished/
blazin' chronic through these days of violence, staying silent/
tryin' to get my family out the gutter, I never break a promise!

HOOK

this is for my, street survivors and grimy riders/
block corner hustlers and nine to fivers/
for the kids in the ghetto, single moms and dads, even though I'm on the ave/
see my mind is wiser/
if you're stressed out, feeling fine, sober or red/
forget the grey clouds with the silver line over your head/
'cause the sun'll still shine when you over the edge/
I'm in the slums killin' time, converting dough into bread!

verse 2

whether sunshine or rain, I'm putting time in the game/
I try to explain, I'm finished doing crimes that ain't payin'/
applying the pain, combined with few minds that are same/
I finally came, now everybody's dying to see fame/
the dynasty reigns, but underground's where my head's restin'/
thinking wise 'cause the fam schooled me with the best lessons/
I'm a full grown man, see I'm a handle this money/
need a full blown plan to feed the fam 'cause we hungry/
[for my man's lookin' bummy] Fuck the riches and gear/
bitches and peers'll have you setback switching your gears/
did it for years, now I'm thinking long term, it's beyond yearn/
to get the crib first, then the whip, and let the chron burn/
a wrong turn'll get you shot or locked in the slammer/
that's why I focus on my art and provocative grammer/
doin' petty little hustles on the side for loot/
whether it's, pouring rain or the SKY IS BLUE!

Track's called FOR YOU, just a lil poetry feat. Bambino and Rude 1, produced by Simms the StoneCutter, let's get some feedback aight?!

andrem
05-30-2006, 09:25 PM
illness right here, the flow is on point and the content is real.
my favorite post of yours so far. peace.

Da Dishonourable Don
05-30-2006, 09:31 PM
yo Rest in Peace to Junglist, may God bless your soul/
got everybody in my parts depressed, stressed and cold/
when I heard the bad news, son I was set to explode/
stayin' in vex mode, another story of the ghetto unfolds/
yo, vision a cracked mirror, bad luck for seven years/
nightmares, waking up cold sweats and sheddin' tears/
at times I wake up out my bed forgetting that I'm here/
only for a short few, wasted time on the streets duckin' beast and curfew/
puffin' trees that's purple, learned that love indeed'll hurt you/
trying to blow up, knowin' that luxury's a virtue kid, and poverty's reality/
so "FUCK WIT ME, I'LL HURT YOU" is the modern day mentality/
for most, 'cause ain't nobody tryin' to be ghost/
relying on toast, the cries of society's hopes/
I'm from a place where the dope be supplyin' the dough/
and food at the table, these youths carry tools by the nable/
shoot at ya fatal, aim a deuce-deuce at your nasal/
it goes, tragedy and triumph, the life of a tyrant/
the good, bad, the ugly, the misery and violence!

Big fuckin' tune right there, titled Real Life Poetry feat. Bambino and Koleon Menace, produced by An-Drew, if you wanna check this tune out, click into www.tightbeatz.com , click the UNDERGROUND category to the left, then scroll through the pages until you see EgWEST, peace mothafuckas!

r.i.p. Junglist {my nigga 4 life}, that soldier Smiley, and J.P. {my bro's bro}

these were all victims of gunfire, stop the violence, but the question is how do you stop the violence? WE MUST SEEK THE SOLUTION FROM WITHIN OURSELVES

Da Dishonourable Don
05-30-2006, 09:33 PM
Andrem, much fuckin' love G, I appreciate the feedback and compliments, hope you keep checkin' the thread, and hope you peeped the audios for some of these tunes, ill fuckin' productions, trust me! 1 love kid!!!!!!!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-01-2006, 04:23 AM
3rd verse from track titled Fuck Fantino, for those wondering who Fantino is, he was the chief of police in Toronto, so when he was in power I wrote a movement track called "Fuck Fantino"

to the police: officer nickname Baldy

yo, you don't give a fuck what the people say/
you only tryin' to git a buck off of equal pay/
when Jamir passed, you laughed and put a front for his folks/
then the years passed your faggot ass was still comin' wit jokes/
I can't have a smoke on the block/
without a fag with a badge and a glock, grabbin' my crotch/
hopin' I drop/
It's all real and still, mostly I feel/
'til every crooked cop is dead, then I get cozy and chill/
but the genocide remains, destruction and chaos/
handcuffing dealers and extorting them for payoffs/
have 'em in a cage mossed/
you pig swine think you're bigtime, but couldn't investigate on a made boss/
so take your best shot and buck Bambino/
for his words, but I know ya heard, FUCK FANTINO!

fuck the police, that verse was dedicated to officer Bernard aka Baldy, you fuckin pig, he was awarded 'cop of the year', lil anyone knew he was a corrupted drug dealing scum, track titled 'Fuck Fantino' feat. Bambino and Tony Gazzo aka D-V-ous Kovorkian, produced by An-Drew

r.i.p. Jamir Mighty, this verse was in defence of you, fuck the police!!!!!!!!

tha god concept
06-01-2006, 04:26 AM
tight shit kid

Da Dishonourable Don
06-01-2006, 04:29 AM
yo respect G.C., check out www.soundclick.com/EgWest, some tunes on there you can peep just to let y'all know what we're dealin' with!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-01-2006, 04:42 AM
just a verse I laced on my homie's tune

if I see the bitch in you kid, you better run fast/
100 yard dash from Steeles to Dundas/
and still the guns blast, and I'll kill your dumb ass/
so if you squeel, ya gonna feel your blood spill like blunt trash/
I'm unmatched, unruly and more cocky/
a player in the game with no ice like floor hockey/
dropped flows with the best, but I spit too fearsome/
pop holes through your chest like they nipple piercings/
I'm way beyond reach, when da Don speaks, I spit fatal/
divine speech that'll make your mind freak like Chris Angel/
Bean's'll stay official, raisin' the pistol/
burn your facial tissue lika a NATO missle/
I got the jaw strength of eighty pitbulls/
crazy kid's that'll lace ya wig kid and make it painful/
invade your crib and make your wiz straight take it anal/
razor blades engrave your facial, stick my name in it/
kid I spit flame wit it guaranteed to radiate you/
I'll leave you bleedin' from the neck, show what machete blades do/
how is it we ain't even met and I already hate you?/
you rat on me and I'll deal with you snitches/
and stick you with the heroin needle until you addicted! FEEL ME?!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-01-2006, 05:35 AM
yo Bigups to my nigga G-Chile on current lock-down!

Locust
06-01-2006, 10:52 AM
i didn't realize it was you, good shit fam :thumbup:

Da Dishonourable Don
06-01-2006, 09:05 PM
nuff love Locust, haha!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-03-2006, 02:11 AM
another homocide, late night/
street lights shine bright/
ambulance sirens on, tooly in that thug's palm/
fiends get they drugs on, smokin' on a glass dick/
mob puttin' hits out, body wrapped in plastic/
get stabbed for your iced jewels, these shiest dudes/
window shopper, broke pocket in the projects schemin' on your nice shoes/
chicken-head on a mission, strippin' for her school tuition/
gittin' bread but didn't listen to jewels that was given/
mom dukes in the kitchen, dishin' up a good meal/
son doing life up in the system 'cause the hood's real/
chess playing on a corner, mapping out a check mate/
T.O. the gats blow, increasing the death rate!

HOOK

if you not in tune with the realness, you so confused/
we keep it gully for the real heads, you know the rules/
we keep it street-wise, the game is over, now it's time to show and prove/
but it's not your candy shop rap, it's your local news!

my 2nd verse

entrails all over the guard rail, police chase/
turns into a street race, a fatal collision/
while the heat blaze, a few blocks away, 2 shots are stray/
another innocent child unstable condition, listen/
shit's gettin' deeper now, grim reeper out on a journey/
an attorney bled to death on a gurney/
surely, while some gain the rush only narcotics provide/
product supplied, another heroin addict thought he could fly/
suicide from the 18th story/
Corey has an infatuation, fascination with Jason Voorhes/
so he roams the dark alleys with an axe and a mask/
police found a prostitute severed in half by the trash!

Tune's titled 'Local News', feat. Bambino, Koleon Menace, Crucial G, and Infamous Blitz, produced by Crucial G, this track's a real banger and if you want to check it go to www.soundclick.com/EgWest

Da Dishonourable Don
06-03-2006, 02:19 AM
announcement to make: your boy Creepy Follows aka Da Dishonourable Don, best known as Bambino, just got hit with a warrant for my arrest all due to a custy snitch who couldn't face me like a man so we had to take his fuckin' chain from his neck, and he ran to the police, if y'all don't see me in a minute, you know what the drilly is, just everyday shit around my way and yours, FUCK THE POLICE, STOP SNITCHING MOTHERFUCKAS!:cop: :no:
Dougie you're:dead:

Alesco
06-05-2006, 10:13 AM
A hear ya bruv.

There aint nuttin worse than a little ass snich.

Fuckers have got me jailed on a few acaisions.
not to worry though as they will get theres

What goes around allways comes around

Karma be a fucking bitch

Alesco
06-05-2006, 10:18 AM
A snitch be only good for two things.

1 A hammering to there skull with a baseball bat

2 Writing ryhmes about them gets rid of anger and it gives me practice

Remember folkes. A snitch is allways a snitch
dont trust them

Da Dishonourable Don
06-05-2006, 04:08 PM
yea Alesco, you're definitely right 'bout that, I'm sayin', I just finished payin' for my lawyer and dealin' wit a case I caught, now some next stooly wants to press charges against the kid, but don't wet that, I already got shit under control, the snub'll get rid of this problem, like it has before!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-05-2006, 04:17 PM
it's like I'm the good guy, bad guy, love or hate/
I'm the screwface in da club to that thug that's fake/
I'm revealin' the truth 'cause the realness reduced/
the steel for the shoot, or that life you produced/
I'm the words being spoken on the mic that you use/
the herb that you smokin' all the nights with your juice/
the ill instigation when you're fightin' with your crew/
I be the fear to make you run and spend your life with your boo/ {boohoo}
so take me in, I'm like the air you breathe/
the stress from a cigarette that'll make your hair recede/
I'm the stone cold feeling of a lonely child/
I'm the stripe that you earned to make your homies proud/
I'm the pain being felt when blood spills from shots/
and I'm the hate being dealt that thugs built from cops/
I'm the sound in your eardrum, but listen to this/
it's like freedom, persuing every prisoners wish, I'm bad minded!

Bad Minded, feat. Bambino and Infamous Blitz, produced by Crucial G, one of the illest fuckin' producers this side of the hemisphere!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-06-2006, 02:44 AM
there once was this innocent girl/
introduced to this miniscent world, she was a glistenin' pearl/
at only six-teen, beautiful face, fully developed/
holding big dreams, her physical state could be genetic/
Catholic religion, her mom had her trapped in the kitchen/
and every week, had her seeing psychiactric vision/
a rape victim, from a walk to the plaza/
some drunk who hates women took advantage and grabbed ha/{her}
so ever since then she stays foul, walkin' around/
with a fake smile from emotional breakdowns/
but now she dates clowns, and it's where it's begun/
'cause son, she plays wild like she's mentally dumb/
who'd ever think though, that daddy's little girl would turn nympho?/
a big hoe from the block, rockin' a mink coat/
spreadin' her legs, disregarding all her mamma's suspense/
sex, drugs and violence, this is where the drama commence!

HOOK
If sex, drugs and violence, exists in your environment/
by now you should of known, you shouldn't fuck with these tyrants/
crews, thugs and pirates, screwed guns with silence/
and hoes love it, it ain't too much besides this/
Sex, drugs and violence exists in my environment/
so if you didn't know, you shouldn't fuck with these tryants/
crews, thugs and pirates, screwed guns with silence/
and people love it, it's just sex, drugs and violence!

verse 2

she loves dick, suburb chick chillin' with thug clicks/
fat ass and c-cup tits, fetish to fuck quick/
and ever since virginity broke, pass the Century smoke/
to take a toke is what she heavily hoped/
but when she inhaled, it felt like her world just changed/
she'd never think jail would flip and switch, and turn her lane/
this type of bitch [well], she ain't gotta try to earn no name/
'cause if a snitch tells, details are surely contained/
and it's strange and all the same that she be back on da block/
kinda derranged how she behaves, like nothin' happened on top/
[nobody knows] that she got picked up for baggin' a cop/
they noticed her scratching her crotch, strip search, crack in the twot/
that's when the bwoy-dem makin' offers/
paranoid, so she made a promise/
to turn her boyfriend rakin' dollars, for his employment to take him hostage/
it's poison, but mostly choices are made in silence!

HOOK
IF sex, drugs and violence.......................................... .......

verse 3

it only took a short while, undercovers holdin' the fort now/
another brother showing to court trial/
task force kicking his doors down/
and meanwhile, this sket's fuckin' around with a smile and her draws down/
giving nasty blows, trashy ass batchree hoe/
wildin' out, sniffin', yelling out "Pass me blow"/
to be the last she wrote, is soon left without an option/
'cause sketties set her up, and soldiers started the poppin'/
body started droppin', chest swelling up like Dolly Parton/
rearranged her face and made her look retarded in her coffin/
one telephone call, through one connect/
he knew exactly who it was, his secret led to his regret/
for being suspect could lead to your death/
heaving your breath, 'cause real killers kill for even meaning of less/
and feed on your flesh, the code of the streets' to keep the silence/
and that's what she got for fuckin' with these dirty tyrants!

HOOK
If sex, drugs and violence...............................

Track titled 'Sex, Drugs and Violence', feat. Bambino, produced by Bambino

basically this track's a story line about a teenage girl who got caught up in a heap of bullshit, thinkin' the streets were cool, not knowing what lied ahead, so snitchin' out led to her demise, if you read the verses, you'll also notice, that verse 1 is [the sex], verse 2 [the drugs], and verse 3 [the violence], something I noticed along time after making the tune, it was totally unintentional shit! Had to give y'all all three verses, it just wouldn't be right if I didn't!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-12-2006, 05:36 PM
To all my fallen soldiers, yo I wish you were here/
I wish that I could hold y'all, I've missed y'all for years/
I swear, the struggle's still in me, the pain never left/
regardless of my situations, I'm a rep to the death/
a Trench Town Terrorist, so rest in peace to Junglist/
you will be forever missed, your essence is benevolent/
you still reppin' for Eglinton up heaven stairs?/
how you doing up there in God's care? [wishin' that you was here]/
reminiscing through the years, as I write poetry/
this cold life was holdin' me from killing y'all careers/
walking through the valley of death there's no fear/
where cold beers turn to cold stares, killers who don't care/
yeah, all respect to G.O.D., he got the world seein' me/
this rap shit, homie I'm 'bout to tear shit down/
I rep 'til the death of me, it's time to see my equities/
and finally my destiny is here and now!

HOOK

HERE and NOW {I got my whole life ahead of me}
HERE and NOW {no past flashbacks, just memories}
HERE and NOW {if I die, hope y'all remember me}
but I'm here right now to hold down the legacy

track titled Here and Now, feat. Bambino, Legato, and Infamous Blitz, produced by Sludem, one of the sickest producers out right now, if y'all don't know, you're 'bout to find out soon!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-12-2006, 05:47 PM
The hustle is deep, will you survive or suffer defeat?/
either you push a nine to five or you be stuck in these streets/
see everyday's a dolla, {holla}, around your way and mine/
designed prime-time criminal minds stay on they grind/
like meatcleavers, Triple T, big heater, street sweeper/
night creatures, dirty shank, bloodstains on white sneakers/
light reefer, {BANG OUT}, my flow'll be the crowd pleaser/
we the foul reason why you not eatin', drout season/
on the block scheming while you hang with bafoons/
up in the club, feelin' vexed, your chick danced to my tune/
you straight hater, we stay greater, save paper, sky rocket/
my logic's see respect, east to west, live projects/
reppin' T.O., we be the next destined to blow/
professional status, the rest of you rappers, just lettin' you know/
time waits for noone if you lazy as fuck/
Eglinton slum, where I'm from, see everyday is a buck! I'm on my grizzly!

Track titled Everyday {another dolla}, or Just Another Day, feat. Bambino and Koleon Menace, produced by Sludem, ill fuckin' track, just laced it up the other day, if you want to check this tune just click into www.soundclick.com/EgWest

Alesco
06-12-2006, 07:12 PM
Real good tune creepy. Yo, much respect to you and ya crew bruva.

The music be pretty good also man.

A be listening to every day right now.

I will listen to the 15 tracks on the link you put up.
A gotta say man. You keep it REAL bruv.

Keep it going. Respect to you and ya whole crew (for real kid)

Da Dishonourable Don
06-13-2006, 01:31 PM
yo Alesco, nuff love in supporting the real, hope you dig what you hear, those 15 tracks are just a lil taste what me and my team got going on right now, we got hundreds of tracks out, all original productions, TTT mixtape comin out soon, when it finally touches the streets i'll be promoting that, so keep a look out! PEACE!!!!!!!!!!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-16-2006, 03:48 PM
verse 1

Casualties, terminal disease, broken families/
profanity and poverty, projects and private property/
new millenium, bad credit, low income/
street bum, the seven day struggle to eat son/
slavery, bad ownership, and condolences/
only if we know the pain that tomorrow brings/
memories, flashbacks of friends and enemies/
sellouts leaving you scarred emotionally, pandemony/
made mistakes, an outrage, teenage pregnancies/
can't grow seeds on low wage independency/
abortions, parents divorcin', ghetto orphans/
drugs and money bossin', stranded misfortunes/
watch for global warming when half of the world floods/
man, woman, child and thug's innocent bloodrush/
days are getting closer to the endin'/
and you ain't even listen for a second when there's much more to mention/
see, those who live the poorest are the purest/
take it as the way that you prefer it, everything has a purpose for it!

HOOK

Like a stone made from Egypt, I'm a keep shinin'/
'cause God gave me a gift, my poetry's vivrant/
I pull trees, blow o.z.'s in deep silence/
for o.g.'s who don't go to sleep, the heat's risin'/
police patrolling the beat with beast sirens/
there's no peace, only for peeps resting in peace lyin'/
police patrolling the beat with beast sirens/
there's no peace, only for peeps resting in peace lyin'!

To check the rest of this track, click into www.soundclick.com/EgWest, I wrote these lyrics like almost 10 years ago, never had it on cd or mp3 format, so I decided to lace it up the other week in the lab and bring it back, track titled SOMETHING FROM NOTHING [OLD SCHOOL SHIT], feat. Bambino, produced by SLUDEM, real nice track right there, so enjoy!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-16-2006, 03:54 PM
yeah the kid spits professional status son, 1 take, 1 spit, every track, so don't doubt the skill when you hear it, aight mothafuckas?!?!?!?!?

Da Dishonourable Don
06-16-2006, 04:39 PM
this song involves me narrarating 'stress', just take it in............

verse 1 [Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don] {stress speaking}
I've been here since the earth built, making the world filth/
a curse filled your veins, in your brain's where my birth felt/
man, woman and child, losing it now/
stressed out, alcohol and you abusing it foul/
plus you and I forever, don't ever forget/
it's better you dead, rather than me spread in your head/
it's a death in your bed, shit, I be way more than that/
sufferin', diseases, seizures and heart collapse/
so try to drown me out with liquor, o.d. me with pills/
eventually you'll turn sicker, reading your wills/
I build a nervous wreck, a murder rep who never earns respect/
but push me to the edge, I'll take you to the verge of death/
the thin line between mankind and human minds/
so analyze your hairline recede/
and the misery and grief passed down to your seed/
at pregnancy I'm probably the first thing that you breed!

HOOK

[me] They call me stress, located deep beneath your skintone and flesh/
and leave you in the dim zones of death/
[Burnz] They call me mankind, I was forced to survive/
in a world full of grief, and negativity's live! {x2}

verse 2 [Burnz aka the Medicine Man] {mankind speaking}

Tell me what can be worst, than when I first felt you on this earth?/
love came second and you came first/
the starvation and thirst, yo I was stressed from birth/
you had me not sleeping at nights, thinking I was the one cursed/
had to grow strong, but your reign lives on/
because I seen it everyday from like dusk 'til dawn/
a man with no dreams, but no hopes it what it seems/
with a burnt out look and no energy to scream/
what's ya purpose?, it's like you try to keep us worthless/
I seen you do it to my pops 'til the point he's shirtless/
it's like you make your entrance, when mankind is defenceless/
so we drink, do drugs and all the shit that be senseless/
causing robberies, death, poverty, insanity/
if you're friends with satan, then that's words from my majesty/
I seek with clarity, all the real answers/
why's an eighth of our population diagnosed with cancer?

HOOK
......

verse 3 [Stress speaking to mankind] bracketed areas are mankind speaking

Knock, knock, knock, [who's there?] it's just me/
ya puff weed like you got no belief to succeed/
and I'm the scapegoat, the one you throw your blame to/
but when you start stressin' yourself, I feel the pain to/
[but I'm always feeling like slitting my wrists]/
but answer this, is it me to make you take that risk?/
or is it you?, when you're feelin' shady and blue/
can you explain to baby boo that the pain ain't through/
yo, that noose around your neck makes you feel you're abused/
[so if I try suicide?], then I guess we both lose/
but I stand universal, dimensional, virtual/
personal, from internal to external/
[but I can't take it, you're in my head everyday]/
but you can find a better way to mentally medicate/
just registrate your brain, sit down and meditate/
[fuck you], WAIT, [I'm hangin' my self anyways]!!

Track titled The Thin Line {STRESS}, feat. Bambino, and Mr. Burnz, produced by Bambino, first and second verse explains the background between stress and mankind, third verse is stress speaking to mankind and the result of a suicidal!

Real Original Track, gotta picture me spittin' the stress verses with a grim, evil type voice, real creative shit, so all you bitin' mothafuckas, come with your own shit or get shot and sued at the same time for biting!

adedwutang
06-18-2006, 07:07 PM
thats that real street shit, stay up dook
get at me-

Da Dishonourable Don
06-18-2006, 08:24 PM
you know already kid, mad love for your response ADED, I'm always gonna be bringin that heat for the streets, 'til I perish and pass on, the realness cannot be avoided, fuck all these gimicky rappers spittin 'bout bling, round my way dudes have to run their jewels to walk in the turf safely, nuff love, 1!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-24-2006, 06:15 PM
Deliver pain from my heart, thoughts and my memories/
so 1 love to my Grandpa and may you rest in peace/
I love all my gone ones, spreadin' out my arms and/
reminiscing on the good times, then I'm lonesome/
moms and pops still stressed, knowing that they dealin' with some realness/
living it ill vexed, I feel tense/
it be the Blessed Lord gittin' us by/
'cause it be hard to stress the scars that be hidden inside/
[you heard the bad news?], cried 5o'clock in the morn/
support from my pops and my moms, my head locked in they arms/
[you heard the good news?], that R be comin' back from the Don?/ {don jail}
but it made me think about the others that be shackled and gone/
for living the life to the fullest, consequences to pay/
for living the life by the bullet, have you left and decayed/
I spark an L while I'm heartfelt, love and my condolences sent/
we need to pick ourselves up and start over again/
THESE PAINFUL INKDROPS ARE DEDICATED FOR YOU/
SAID A PRAYER IN MEMORY OF, MEDITATED FOR YOU/
THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE CAN NEVER EVER BE REPLACED/
I SWEAR!, I STILL SHED A TEAR 'CAUSE YOU AIN'T HERE/
WHEN SHIT HAPPENS FOR A REASON, YOU BURN FROM IT/
SURVIVE WHILE YOU STILL BREATHIN', AND LEARN FROM IT/
KNOWLEDGE IS ONE, I LEARNED FROM AN OLDER DESCENT/
WE GOT PICK OURSELVES UP AND START OVER AGAIN! C'MON MAN!!!!!

track titled Pick Ya Self Up feat. Bambino and Infamous Blitz, produced by Bambino, co-produced by Stokley for Blacklight ent.
Real track, basically I had a nice uplifting reminiscing beat just built, a week later got a phone call that my Grandfather passed away, during the same week my homie Blitz's boy just passed away from cancer, and he had some shit written and we connected on that, it was one of those tunes that was just destined to be, 1 of my all time favs right here!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-24-2006, 06:35 PM
What up with these young hoes going gung-ho for the cock?/
eleven-teens forever seen rollin' in flocks/
proposin' the twot, probably posin' for props/
by grade 9, she can moss O's in her crotch/
strolls on the strip, a routine hoe mission/
then she rolls in a whip, eleven-teen goes missin'/
[like], Double D Jenny, at eleven was doing wrong/
hoppin' into cars in a high school uniform/ {her older sister's highschool dress}
tricking mothafuckas like she was eightteen/
sucking dick up in the whip, 'cause she wants to make cream/
strippin' on the scene, like the shit was Martigras/
and fuck playing with Barbie dolls, she drinks Bacardi raw through a straw/
reach to the mall with no draws/
and all of her flaws are based upon swallowin' balls/
I even knew the girl's dad, but never done said shit/
'cause yo, if that was my daughter, she be one dead bitch, kid/
so now the story breaks to an end/
if you get hit with statuatory, you'll get raped in the penn/
for all you sick pervs, fuckin' with chicks in grade school/
don't you deny and lie you never really knew her age FOOL!

track titled Eleven-teen, feat. Bambino and Tony Gazzo, produced by An-Drew, basically this track's about girls under 13 who feel the need to be older than they are, so we call those girls eleven-teens, a real epidemic nowadays considering the fact that these little girls are gittin' abused, raped and killed, and who's to blame for it all?
So basically me and my homie decided to make a tune about it, on some real grimy lyrics, kinda like tough love for all these unguided lil girls, hopefully from what we see and express, there can be somewhat of a change!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-24-2006, 06:52 PM
second verse

hey yo, this second verse is meant for the real who never envy/
'cause 95 percent of you feel you're better than me/
from high school principals, hater and hoes/
who know, my i.q.'s invincible and greater than most/
my true people feel what I feel, we're like loyal/
while the other ones ran with a plan to strike oil/
digging in the dirt, with they dick in the mud/
failing to realize water ain't thicker than blood/
unconditional love, my family recieves/
then eventually I'll need a wife to plant me a seed/
before I couldn't see the light handed to me/
'cause it was dark when I chose that road that was selected/
the Lord be my Shepherd, and restoreth my soul/
so when his cup runneth over my head, I feel protected/
say a prayer right before bed and pay homage/
to the one true King who bled and resurrected!

HOOK

[Do the knowledge], the blood in my veins remains blue/
[Do the knowledge], my lyrics sustain the main proof/
came through in the game with an aim to regain truth/
and all you fake thugs with your chains be plain cute/
[Do the knowledge], the blood in my veins remains blue/
[Do the knolwledge], my lyrics sustain the main proof/
came through in the game with an aim to regain truth/
and all you fake thugs with your chains be plain cute!

track titled Do the Knowledge feat. Bambino, produced by Diggy aka 360

oDoUoSoKo
06-24-2006, 08:58 PM
barrel of monks for life

Da Dishonourable Don
06-26-2006, 03:14 AM
yeah, good lookin' on peeping my thread D!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-27-2006, 03:05 AM
fuck the government, and fuck these school systems and prisons/
this tool's clickin' on any stool pigeon that's snitchin'/
I been had it, 'bout to blow spots like Ben Laden/
C4 on the door of every cop on the force/
I wish that I can chill, retire, and cop me a Porsche/
but the struggle, got me on the block with the poor/
politicians ain't caring about the urban community/
therefore opportunity don't knock on your door/
what's really hardcore?, is it being a thug?/
or seeing loved ones locked up or bleeding from slugs?/
the reason is bug, the media be posting the fear/
and Bill Blair got a plan to git rid of these guns/
they act like they know how it is to live in the slums/
where most of us from, ya snitch and catch a hole in your lungs/
if you're not in tune with the real and what the facts about/
life in the ghetto's like a deadly game of cat and mouse!

HOOK

the Bill Blair Snitch Project/
the Bill Blair Snitch Project/
the Bill Blair Snitch Project/
East to West, Downtown, whatever which projects!

track feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don, produced by Sludem, check this one out at www.soundclick.com/EgWest

Da Dishonourable Don
06-27-2006, 03:14 PM
if y'all don't know what my nationality is by now, well I'm Italiano {Calabrese},
grew up in the projects of Toronto,{west end of the city}, and I'm still there, and this verse is from a project me and my man D-V-OUS aka Tony Gazzo are doing called Calabrian Connection, real grimy wops, no fake perpetrating wigger shit here, real authentic G'd up shit!

Calabrian Connect, Tony Gaz and Beans/
duct-tape you in a bed full of gasoline/
so fuck you fake gangsters, you're styles is Puss/
if y'all pussy, then don't beat around the bush/
bread and pasta up in my plate with sauce/
red wine and a nine with the safety off/
and if I hate you, I won't murk you at all/
'cause D-V-OUS'll decimate you with a circular saw/
hard headed, insane, remains the approach/
kid I'll stick you for your chain, hop the train, then I'm ghost/
throwin' flames 'til you roast, thermometres burst/
explode the whole globe, you'll need a microscope just to monitor Earth/
when I conjour the verse, I conquered your turf/
and it hurts, like you seen your mom being blown from a bomb in her purse/
Da Dishonourable Don's a son of a kwam with a curse/ {son of a bitch}
who's only thoughts are based upon you belonging in dirt/
so try fate, and end up in a box laced/
I'm more pain in the ass, than your anal prostate/
so if you ain't diggin' my style, you gittin' no love/
here, take this dick in ya mouth, so you can blow up!

track titled Malateste Calabrese {bad minded Calabrese}, feat. Bambino and D-V-OUS Kovorkian aka Tony Gazzo, produced by An-Drew, to check out my boy Tony Gazzo, just click onto www.soundclick.com/EgWest , check for his tune out there called BLOODSQUIRTZ produced by SLUDEM, real grimy lyracism!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-27-2006, 03:50 PM
verse 1

Manifesting each lesson, 92 beats per second/
on streets I be a veteran, deceased I'd be a legend/
at the time when Maestro let your backbone slide/ {'88}
graffiti on my jeans, Starter cap fit all size/
break-dance competitions after school outside/
fights breaking out, and winning, coming back home live/
lumberjacket on my back, before you seen a napsack in your raps/
loved to play sports and listen to facts/
it's like in grade six, shit didn't matter no more/
I'm trying to date chicks and clicks show how badder you are/
in this ghetto area full of p-noid bitches/
and decoy snitches that influenced this b-boy image/
before 140 hang out, when Naughty came out/
cats switchin' they style, but never went the same route/
baggy pants, trench coat, tuc and hi-cuts/
battle stance and all that I had was five bucks!

HOOK

It be that HIPHOP {HIPHOP}, shit right here/
that'll have your heads boppin', yo grab your beers/
about to bring the game back now, have no fear/
THE RETURN OF REAL RAP IS HERE!
It be that HIPHOP {HIPHOP}, shit right here/
that'll have your heads boppin', yo grab your beers/
about to bring the game back now, have no fear/
THE RETURN OF REAL RAP IS HERE!

verse 2

Back in da days we'd fistfight, whoever dropped the needle was hype/ {breakmove}
staying fly like an eagle in flight/
stickin' kids for their Nikes, or pulling skids on a bike/
it's memories I politic when I write/
we used to have fun then, sons of a gun who turned to gunmen/
whether it's rap or it's streets, defeat the judgement/
'cause only G.O.D. can judge we/
hiphop's a living energy, I'm holding it down just like one deep/
lyrics I speak, stay deeper than your last breath/
lyrics are weak and brothers still tryin' to cash cheques/
lyric physique you need to practice just to catch wreck/
when experience pays off, then you cash back/
then again it's all about ice, but it ain't all about ice/
your whole budget bidding over your price/
rippin' the mic hype, like a thug on midnight heist/
'cause Bambino knows what the populace likes right?!

HOOK

verse 3

Bino's chillin', the whole Trench chillin'/
what more can I say, we all villains/
that's what we got, so we rep our hood/
SO IF YOU UNDERSTOOD/
let me, rock the mic and spread my words/
it's soon time that I shine as I connect my verse/
the love for rap, minimal few could understand it/
political views, critical fools tried to ban it/
big men's bustin' they guns before the music/
but what you guide can be addictive and abusive/
critics can't comprehend, so they fearing what they can't understand/
and under the hand's a plan/
just to separate, and divide you and I/
from unifying and hiding all the truth and lies/
from white to black, black to white, despite the fact/
recite the track, we need to fight for our rights to rap!

track titled The Return feat. Bambino, produced by Bambino, some real shit!

GuardianOne
06-28-2006, 06:32 AM
verse 1

Casualties, terminal disease, broken families/
profanity and poverty, projects and private property/
new millenium, bad credit, low income/
street bum, the seven day struggle to eat son/
slavery, bad ownership, and condolences/
only if we know the pain that tomorrow brings/
memories, flashbacks of friends and enemies/
sellouts leaving you scarred emotionally, pandemony/
made mistakes, an outrage, teenage pregnancies/
can't grow seeds on low wage independency/
abortions, parents divorcin', ghetto orphans/
drugs and money bossin', stranded misfortunes/
watch for global warming when half of the world floods/
man, woman, child and thug's innocent bloodrush/
days are getting closer to the endin'/
and you ain't even listen for a second when there's much more to mention/
see, those who live the poorest are the purest/
take it as the way that you prefer it, everything has a purpose for it!

HOOK

Like a stone made from Egypt, I'm a keep shinin'/
'cause God gave me a gift, my poetry's vivrant/
I pull trees, blow o.z.'s in deep silence/
for o.g.'s who don't go to sleep, the heat's risin'/
police patrolling the beat with beast sirens/
there's no peace, only for peeps resting in peace lyin'/
police patrolling the beat with beast sirens/
there's no peace, only for peeps resting in peace lyin'!

To check the rest of this track, click into www.soundclick.com/EgWest (http://www.soundclick.com/EgWest), I wrote these lyrics like almost 10 years ago, never had it on cd or mp3 format, so I decided to lace it up the other week in the lab and bring it back, track titled SOMETHING FROM NOTHING [OLD SCHOOL SHIT], feat. Bambino, produced by SLUDEM, real nice track right there, so enjoy!

Its a nice beat, i would have to check you lyrics and the rest of the verses you posted.

Peace
PS: Keep up the good work and keep posting!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-29-2006, 03:10 PM
1 love for peeping my thread, stay up homie, peace!

Ghost Lee
06-29-2006, 03:52 PM
this shit is hot

Da Dishonourable Don
06-30-2006, 07:49 AM
nuff respect homie, I'm a keep em coming!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-30-2006, 08:04 AM
yo, I grab the mic and rip it, the type to slip in/
the micky for your wife to sip it, I bust the whitest gizm/
I write rhythms that'll Ike your women/
knife slittin' lyracism causing fights in prison/
brawl in a beef, knockout, you lost all of your teeth/
Beans'll pull the glock out when you're fallin' asleep/
my rap style be similar to UFC/
plus my background be sinistered, my crew's deadly/
November the third's the type of shit you blend it with herb/
the policy is robbery, so legal tender's insured/
offending your bird?, you'll get kicked and sent to the curb/
bendin' my nerves will have you gone so you never return/
when I got beef I eat it, cock heat when heated/
you talk sweet, you'll rock a wreath with a box beneath it/
[check it], set you up in your lobby for your leather/
rock it in the winter, [that or], your fams'll rock a poppy in November!

track titled Say Goodbye, feat. Bambino, Diggy 360, and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial G

Da Dishonourable Don
06-30-2006, 08:15 AM
It's Bambino, my legacy forever be held/
from the block to penitentiary cells/
Marlee ave. to Beverly Hills, for real I leave my enemies killed/
[you get sniped], now you know how a Kennedy feels/
[we get hyped], like an energy pill/
my entity stills the globe, I probe while the Century's built/ {century sam blunt}
I got a few good soldiers that'll take what's yours/
ETF style and break through doors, so face the floor/
these Triple T killas be the realest you heard/
chill on the curb with a villainous herd, the feeling's superb/
from Front Page to Marlee's a gunplay safari/
where blunts blaze so much in one day, they faze hardly/
nsombniac, staying awake 'til late/
takin' your plate for making papes, investigating your gates/
plus, this trooper's like a bomb nuked, when it critically drops/
so hot, it makes your mom dukes to the Triple T rock/ {trench town rock}

track titled Line Of Fire, feat. Bambino and Crucial G, produced by Bambino and Crucial G

Da Dishonourable Don
06-30-2006, 08:25 AM
yo it's street life, gotta eat nice/
your juby suckin' me right, paranoia make me not sleep right/
'cause days is cold, at night we hustle for dough/
you feel that, chill in your bones when I space your zone/
raise the chrome, slugs'll replace your dome/
and this be fame, you wish that you made me known/
{fuckin' fag}, see Koleon rung my tel/
detailed, told me to hit him up on the cell/
slowly we connect like we siamese twins/
info being held like we IBM's/
mafia style, Calabrian child, jewel of the Nile/
you never knew me, my mentality's foul/
chain snatch with your face flat on the block/
adrenaline rush, first time my hands on a glock/
push your wig, move your ribs/
illegitimate or do it for biz, been crazy ever since dad blew out giz/
so feel the pain inside/
overriding my brain, until the day that I die, just recognize my name......
IT'S BAMBINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mixtape verse, track feat. Bambino, A-DOLO, Koleon Menace and Caution, produced by Dr. Jekylls

Da Dishonourable Don
06-30-2006, 09:04 AM
first verse

I'm like one phone call 'way from blowing/
losing my mind, but still using my mind to stay in focus/
yo, the beast housing brothers like a project/
military combat displaying conflict with no motive/
in the Trench you can hear shots whistling, lost souls whispering/
deteriorated flesh corroded/
and if you get caught visiting, screwface soliciting/
these shots blowin' and poparazzi won't even know it/
playing games of Ladders and Snakes, infatuated by a lavish estate/
will no food establish my plate?/
as a youth a hundred troops stayed bangin the place/
no matter the case, always kept the shank by the waist/
all good times live and die, never wondering why/
I'm gittin' high like the lightning, with thunder in the skies/
cold is the emotion that describes the populations of few/
like animals we occupate in this zoo!

HOOK

your record deal ain't shit, 'cause where I'm at alley cats bustin' gats be stuck on that same tip/
gear, money, lust, hoes, liquor and gusto/
cess trees, and never ending sessions of blunt smoke/
your record deal ain't shit, 'cause where I'm at alley cats bustin' gats be stuck on that same strip/
gear, money, lust, hoes, liquor and gusto/
cess trees, and when the beef comes, watch for gunsmoke!

verse 2

I never reach to clubs, I only eat with thugs/
it's only peace and love, I rock beats that's bug/
you harcore?, then bust one, the Trench's deeper than dug/
helicopters seeking above/
knee-deep steep in the mud, releasing out heat in the slugs/
government eating my grub, fairy tales beating you up the side of your head/
'cause shit's realer than brothers fuckin' your bitch right inside of your bed/
it's either you're dead, or fight staying alive/
supremacy slaying your pride/
while the streets be enslaving your bride/
plus you never seen any of my thugs in the club/
crib smoked out, keep a cutty under the rug/
the lifestyle's of the poor and grit kids that rob and stick/
ever since we aboarded the ship/
and on the same boat, you pray and can't cope with the risk/
too many victims in the street life, who's all in the mix?!

HOOK

verse 3

times are truly hard, fuck the status of a superstar/
and movie broads, strictly ghetto bitches in a nudey bar/
it's me and you lampin, money ain't a bitch I'm romancin'/
still holding hands with 50/50 transcripts/
the shit I feed my fam with, so if you understand this/
mark my words, git it the same way I planned it/
I'm on some retired by 35 establishments/
'cause 26 years ain't been the same for my family since/
I need a Benz, jet black, triple tinted windows/
with weedsmoke, a bangin' system for my instromentals/
enough brown bills to flip my ride like a rental/
a condo payed for my kids and if my wife's a widow/
living dead broke, ain't got a cent to my name/
a pocket full of petty change and nuff stress on the brain/
too much to stay up in a rage, avoid the minor setbacks/
with six-million ways for hustling, we breaking bread fast!!!!

track titled 110%, feat. Bambino, produced by Bambino

Da Dishonourable Don
06-30-2006, 09:16 AM
it's our time to divide and shine/
it's a Triple T limelight, you rhyme behind of the line/
people hate us, young criminal minds designed/
while all you so called righteous toast wine with swine/
and what?, I'm tryin' to witness big riches and plans/
B, I know the difference between bitches and mans/
never stick my dick in the sand, always stickin' with fams/
I keep it tight like a picture of gramps/
and when worst came to more worst, [we took care of ourselves]/
ya beef and hear the chrome burst, [and ball bearings expel]/
and every ghetto troop has a story to tell/
while you ran behind your click, turned sorry and frale/
I bet your girl thinks you're majorly thuggin'/
who gives a fuck how many faces you're fuckin'/
it ain't fazin' me nothin'/
you ain't a thug 'cause you been to prison, mug or an ill appearance/
but do your thing and I'll do mine without an interference!f

track titled SO, feat. Bambino, Legato and Infamous Blitz, produced by Bambino and Blitz for TTT entertainment!

Da Dishonourable Don
07-05-2006, 05:27 PM
The throat strangler, throw you in a bonfire/
impale you with a coat-hanger with some barbed-wire/
and we can battle, put your life at a risk/
we'll take a hike on a cliff, I'll aim the rifle and spit/
dick your wife in her tits, stick a knife on your wrist/
chop your motherfuckin' fingers and make you fight with your fists/
so who's Jack da Ripper?, who's lumberjack axe is bigger?/
ghostride your dead body just to crash your Vigor/
black mask and scissors, cianide in a flask of liquor/
eye to eye, who's the fastest trigger?/
throw a punchline and shit could get consequential/
when gold fronts shine, I be rippin' out your dentals/
grim ripper, so don't be crackin' a smile/
there's nothing to be laughing about/
find your nieces into pieces in the back of your house/
leaving fieces when I'm packin' CHIPLOWW, it be Jack on da prowl!

HOOK

Who's Jack Da Ripper?/
We Jack Da Ripper?/
Three Jack Da Rippers/
We clap the triggers/

track titled WHO'S JACK [3 jacks], feat. Bambino, D-V-OUS Kovorkian, and Diggy 360, produced by D-V-OUS Kovorkian aka Tony Gazzo, perverse perverted track for your sidistic enjoyment!

Da Dishonourable Don
07-05-2006, 06:03 PM
I've been through so many struggles and troubles, through limited fate/
double the devils will huddle, when you're living in hate/
the world is amazing, the earth in rotation's embracing/
a warrior for the serpent's invasion/
living cursed in this nation, from the first tempation/
diggin' dirt waiting, now I search patient for the worth making/
reverse basics, and my problems involve within/
from turf pacing I recall when I was robbin' men/
and stealing, in lobbies we'd chill, and I was sloppy with skills then/
but the hobby was thrillin'/
5 foot hoes that look appealing/
thugs so cold, they'll break your nose in my building, no women and no children/
cold feelings evolve killings, I keep no dealings/
with the popo snitches on the low squeeling/
worries and troubles, then juries'll judge you/
perverted murderers, some of the dirtiest scuffles/
rotts on a muzzle, pits for a tussle/
plots for a hustle, click on da double/
reppin' this on the humble, and stay ducking the fame/
I'm sayin', ain't a man in my turf tucking his chain/
whether we're strucken with pain, blow or no luck in the game/
G.O.D.'ll be conducting the rain/
sunshine, life and power, so peace to my bloodlines, my mother and my father/
troops upon the frontline, 'cause everyday is harder/
girls don't show you love, why?, then why should you bother?/
brother it's bad karma/
then negative and negative sustains against honour/
repetitive competitors contain that same drama/
to conquer, in the cycle of life, the cypher of life/
moving trifle with a rifle at night/
so just imagine it, maxin' immaculate, lavish inhabitance/
rackin' the mathematics, kick my feet back, relaxed status/
it's only dreams making my homies fiend/
pulling bologni stings, man, for the means of sewing seems/
so it seems, the Holy Trinity, be the whole regime/
one father, one king, and one queen/
one sun, one earth, from one moon to one universe/
hoped you kept in tune with this verse/
cause a boom and a burst, and a big bang theory/
for those who move in first to put his hands near me/
and for broke-neck hoe skets, who don't know the whole flex/
exposed, posing off with no clothes, be showing no regret/
the aids virus, running like a renegade pirate/
and similar to a soldier, shit remains silent/
feelin' the pain dying, real in the game trying/
building your name lying?, you just a tamed lion/
your jungle's way too domestic, we paid dues for lessons/
obey rules and make new investments/
moves tested like roulette with only a few guesses/
my crew reppin' in the west, so light up 2 sessions/
could it be?, that money really was the only thing/
to make your honey want to fling with your ring?/
swinging on your dingaling, then again anything/
from many men to lesbians, dancing, stripping and prostitution/
drinking and coke sniffin', now her braincells are rinsened from usage/
and dope got you on a rope just like convictions in Houston/
bringing confusion, abortionized wombs are ruined for reproducin'/
you're penalized for who you screwin'/
I pay no mind, 'cause everyday you find the blind to stay behind/
way behind, like me and several few from eighty-nine/
doing crime, do or die, junior high, looting guys/
I was so pink-headed and blind through polluted skies/
but now you see clearly, building off my street theory/
running into beef daily, I kept the heat near me!

track titled Street Theory, feat. Bambino, produced by Crucial da Guillotine, just some random thoughts I jotted down on paper, real shit, 1 verse track no hook, to check it, click on www.soundclick.com/EgWest , peace out!

Luther Large
07-05-2006, 06:25 PM
I've been through so many struggles and troubles, through limited fate/
double the devils will huddle, when you're living in hate/
the world is amazing, the earth in rotation's embracing/
a warrior for the serpent's invasion/
living cursed in this nation, from the first tempation/
diggin' dirt waiting, now I search patient for the worth making/
reverse basics, and my problems involve within/
from turf pacing I recall when I was robbin' men/
and stealing, in lobbies we'd chill, and I was sloppy with skills then/
but the hobby was thrillin'/
5 foot hoes that look appealing/
thugs so cold, they'll break your nose in my building, no women and no children/
cold feelings evolve killings, I keep no dealings/
with the popo snitches on the low squeeling/
worries and troubles, then juries'll judge you/
perverted murderers, some of the dirtiest scuffles/
rotts on a muzzle, pits for a tussle/
plots for a hustle, click on da double/
reppin' this on the humble, and stay ducking the fame/
I'm sayin', ain't a man in my turf tucking his chain/
whether we're strucken with pain, blow or no luck in the game/
G.O.D.'ll be conducting the rain/
sunshine, life and power, so peace to my bloodlines, my mother and my father/
troops upon the frontline, 'cause everyday is harder/
girls don't show you love, why?, then why should you bother?/
brother it's bad karma/
then negative and negative sustains against honour/
repetitive competitors contain that same drama/
to conquer, in the cycle of life, the cypher of life/
moving trifle with a rifle at night/
so just imagine it, maxin' immaculate, lavish inhabitance/
rackin' the mathematics, kick my feet back, relaxed status/
it's only dreams making my homies fiend/
pulling bologni stings, man, for the means of sewing seems/
so it seems, the Holy Trinity, be the whole regime/
one father, one king, and one queen/
one sun, one earth, from one moon to one universe/
hoped you kept in tune with this verse/
cause a boom and a burst, and a big bang theory/
for those who move in first to put his hands near me/
and for broke-neck hoe skets, who don't know the whole flex/
exposed, posing off with no clothes, be showing no regret/
the aids virus, running like a renegade pirate/
and similar to a soldier, shit remains silent/
feelin' the pain dying, real in the game trying/
building your name lying?, you just a tamed lion/
your jungle's way too domestic, we paid dues for lessons/
obey rules and make new investments/
moves tested like roulette with only a few guesses/
my crew reppin' in the west, so light up 2 sessions/
could it be?, that money really was the only thing/
to make your honey want to fling with your ring?/
swinging on your dingaling, then again anything/
from many men to lesbians, dancing, stripping and prostitution/
drinking and coke sniffin', now her braincells are rinsened from usage/
and dope got you on a rope just like convictions in Houston/
bringing confusion, abortionized wombs are ruined for reproducin'/
you're penalized for who you screwin'/
I pay no mind, 'cause everyday you find the blind to stay behind/
way behind, like me and several few from eighty-nine/
doing crime, do or die, junior high, looting guys/
I was so pink-headed and blind through polluted skies/
but now you see clearly, building off my street theory/
running into beef daily, I kept the heat near me!

track titled Street Theory, feat. Bambino, produced by Crucial da Guillotine, just some random thoughts I jotted down on paper, real shit, 1 verse track no hook, to check it, click on www.soundclick.com/EgWest (http://www.soundclick.com/EgWest) , peace out!

this is tight u seem to be on point with your raps something which is hard to find here it aint common you hear sumthin that flows like this the highlighted parts were the dopest

stay up with these tracks

peace....

Da Dishonourable Don
07-05-2006, 06:45 PM
you already know how I'm coming L, nuff respect for peepin' my thread and tracks, peace 1!

da kid toney
07-05-2006, 06:58 PM
yeah... his shit is megareal!!

yo send me them shitz don

Da Dishonourable Don
07-06-2006, 05:01 PM
yeah, I'll git back to you on that Toney, trust me, let me decide which tracks I wanna give you!

Da Dishonourable Don
07-09-2006, 09:21 PM
verse 1

these ghetto scriptures were written in blood/
so rest in peace to all my memories deceased, a touch of unforbidden love/
see when my mind's set, it's like a game of roulette/
gamble and guess, to all my numbers who handling stress/
God Bless, 'cause I would of been in the fire/
mentally dead, a pre-determined self glorifier/
please forgive me yo, the west got my shoulders all tense/
puffing the cess, corrupted innocence and influence/
problems, the city life, we hustling and all starvin'/
men who don't bargain, cops startin' for pardons/
whether you got a bad alius or no-namer/
brain drained, main frame, manipulate ya and heart break ya/
also the ones who cherish they souls, God save us/
liquor sipper, malt shakers, big timing for small papers/
streets be dirtier than scrap eaters, packin' heaters/
can't feed us these bullshit lies, you snake eyed cameliens!

verse 2

see I'm a never change, forever remain illegal element/
no need to explain the hard times within my residence/
2006, the new millenium, the cold tundra/
I praise the Lord through the nights of stormy thunder/
when be shivering cold, times I needed heat, holdin' my own/
these ghetto streets'll make your heart turn stone/
for days sleeping in my staircase with brainwaves zoned/
so peace to, hustlers who scuffle with sore bones/
and peace to desperate souls, yo I bet the devil got the deficit sold/
you fold when you settle for gold/
these knuckle-headed youths that never been told, let 'em know/
'cause it's a civil war in your own ghetto road in T.O./
up north central, struggle be a veteran's trilogy/
day time defining the outlines of victory/
while hate travels through poverty existently/
when the tool pop out, for floppin' your mouth, could mean your destiny!

verse 3

so fuck this rap game, I'm coming from where killas don't act sane/
these youths snatch chains and run off like it's a track lane/
crack fiends jump on the block like trampolines/
and as bad as it seems, half them other turfs is just like same/
mouths git brucked, lips stay shut/
tongues'll git snipped up for stitch ups, stomach like Century Sams split up/
abide to no law, arrest'll be your downfall/
an accusated shotcall, another file report/
trial loss, adult or juvenile charge/
broke or watching money pile on, you still riding wild horse?/
while niggas, silicone and styrofome, dickriding along/
broke to your bone, you even hustle for your own?/
murderous plots, thoughts elevate through poverty zone/
frustration builds my anger, that's when the anarchy forms/
my words bleeding like a river stream, locked on infra-beams/
a killa's trilogy, still believe in the Holy Trinity!

track titled Veteran's Day, feat. Bambino and Infamous Blitz [hook], produced by Bambino

Da Dishonourable Don
07-09-2006, 09:36 PM
Communities under siege, yo it's trouble for some/
police be on a mission trying to sieze a couple of guns/
the other week, my homie lost his younger bro to one/
the hood is real day to day and the hunger grows amongst/
I smoke a blunt, reminiscing, thinking 'bout my future/
but still upon the block watchin' for that cop Rooster/
things ain't changed, the same game, same faces and same names/
I'm trying to stay sane through the great pain/
and maintain, smokin' weed in the zone/
racism through the media be easily shown/
a black kid got shot and everybody forgot/
a white girl got shot, they won't leave it alone/
but it's a shame when innocents git touched/
and youngbucks be gettin' gun-struck and fucked up for pressing they dumb luck/
remaining trife, the game of life's proven to be fatal/
but fuck the police and fuck the guardian angels, I'm sayin' though!

track titled The Bill Blair Snitch Project, feat. Bambino, produced by Sludem, to check this banger click to www.soundclick.com/egwest , peace out! 1!

Da Dishonourable Don
07-09-2006, 09:40 PM
note: none of the tracks you hear are fully mixed and mastered as of yet, but still sounds ill for a raw version!

Da Dishonourable Don
07-13-2006, 07:36 PM
Yeah, this thread's bangin' son, bangin!

Locust
07-14-2006, 07:10 AM
you write alot of nice verses man, its dope how you stay so consistant

Da Dishonourable Don
07-14-2006, 06:37 PM
always man, but this thread is strictly for tracks I have laced already, I use it so I can store my written shit, {no biting, tracks are all copywritten, don't make me sue yo ass, lol, but for real people, don't bite, it's all copywritten}, glad you enjoying the thread, 1!

T-ribe
07-14-2006, 06:52 PM
Respect!!!

Da Dishonourable Don
07-14-2006, 06:52 PM
this rap game used to be a paradise, killed by a parasite/
modernized with merchandise, homocides and murder sights/
televised, commercialized, shit that they fertilized/
blinding your eyes, revive it back with the certified/
this rap game used to be nice until it died/
we're resurrecting essence 'cause the presence is where the future lies/
so many whack rappers multiply to utilize/
times 10, we're coming back in to rid the nonsense, yo/
24/7 herbal essence, mind medicine/
focus my vision, I stand firm, that's when the snakes are slitherin'/
a lion-heart never loses guard, navigate and depart/
my never ending facade's imbattible/
living in environments uninhabitable/
logic's mathematical, survival takes more than bad attitude/
carrying guns, devil bitches marrying sons/
the longrun, it's written, we shall perish as one/
rap related to life, and exploitation from the media made it more trife/
you wonder where the last man stands/
see, I stay true to my fams, when grey clouds thunder through land/
my lifespan's hidden in the palm of my hand, it's Bambino!

track titled Something From Nothing, feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don, produced by Sludem for TTT entertainment, to check this track, click on www.soundclick.com/egwest , peace out, 1!

Da Dishonourable Don
07-15-2006, 09:07 PM
verse 1 [confusion]

while I'm, tryin' to walk solo through pathways, these narrow gates/
mark my juggle out on the streets, cherishing last days/
if son wants beef with the God, devilish retard/
then we can both clash in these streets and see who first starves/
and live our lives eye for an eye, until we civilize/
or unify and break bread, and sip the cup of wine/
see there's no need for bloodshed, yo but it be spillin'/
temptation is a part of me see, none of my sin's forgiven/
wishing on a moonlight?, shit, you must be sky high/
way above the cloud's surface to see with wide eyes/
guidance is the incite, gun with the fist clenched tight/
feel the kickback! [blooww], cells that spark and ignite/
you're fuckin' with a walking time bomb/
I'm blowing up from hemisphere to hemisphere 'til both parts of the world's gone/
shittin' on your name like if I needed potty train/
but recently I hate every mothafucka in my way!

HOOK

'cause the snake bites in the weakest or the evilest form/
some study bibles, some read the Quaron/
but nowadays there's only few who true believe in God/
but who's your mentor and is his repetoir above the Lord's?/ [X2]

verse 2 [realization]

yo, my thoughts are like a hi-speed chase, gittin' caught with no trace/
found guilty with no evidence placed/
going to court with no case, recognized without a face/
a structuralized pyramid, there's no ground held base/
a frozen emotional river, plus these cold lakes/
rip tides of razor-blades, tornadoes of mase/
psycho undescribable race, cold-bloodes snakes/
at boiling temperature rates, radiates polluted sun rays/
co-accused with fate, married to unrighteous ways/
affiliate these devils handshakes to hell straight!

HOOK

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but who's your mentor and is his repetoir above the Lord's?/

verse 3 [acceptance]

see I think not, when you bleed, who's the one clotting your wounds?/
acknowledge these facts, the One above'll guide your doom/
for so many years was living headstrong without a clue/
hey yo, my mental, civilize the matter seduced/
the devilish tooth, subliminally hiding the truth/
when God's light sheds, it's brighter than a million thunder bolts/
with blinded eye sight, look at all this platinum iced merchandise/
and this fool be taking your life, but is it worth the price?/
you guess so, and I ain't here to argue/
when venom starts to pour, then your brain starts to startle/
your thoughts turn fragile, mentally dismantled/
above you, the Lord watches you, the devil has you as example/
seven sins, seven continents, seven seas/
seven days with one mind state, maintain the unexplained/
six million hustles, only God remains/
you pay the homage, or fade away in brimstone and flames!

track titled When Venom Pours, feat. Bambino, produced by Bambino,
basically first verse is about being hard-headed and confused, thinking shit's sweet like I know it all, second verse is about a series of dreams and stages I was going through, seeing what was really going on around me, third verse explains how my belief in the Almighty is more powerful than any other force on this planet, just transitions a man goes through in his life one point or another! May God Bless every living thing on this planet! 1!

It ain't always about being hardcore mothafucka!

Father N Dangerous
07-15-2006, 09:14 PM
lmmfao these are good rhymes, sum of the lines are brilliant but others you runined completely trying to sound smarter then u r. good read tho stay up keep blessin

Da Dishonourable Don
07-15-2006, 10:12 PM
yeah, good looking, but for further reference, keep your dumb ass comments to yourself, talkin' bout I'm trying to sound smarter than I actually am, kid I'll drop a thousand jewels on you about life, you got growing up to do, don't tell a grown man man what a young boy knows, been there and done that! Respect that son!

Father N Dangerous
07-15-2006, 10:17 PM
if you don't like my opinion..too bad..thats why u post it..so u grow up :)

Da Dishonourable Don
07-15-2006, 10:58 PM
whatever kid, onto the next!

Da Dishonourable Don
08-10-2006, 06:00 PM
yo, I hope you have your ammo stocked to the top/
the cannons pop, handle glocks, lick shots, blow spots like the nano-bot/
stand and watch, learn and listen, words of wisdom, burn ya izm/
one slug can make a thug convert religions, turn to christian/
a shotty shell will leave your sternum missin', frame shattered/
brain splattered, veins spatter, red drops from headshots/
the lead's hot, the block too, the feds watch and spot you/
making 'em chops, that's not cool, you break rules then suffer loss/
another body drops, another coffin locked/
it's shiesty these days, another price to be paid at a mother's cost/
and I ain't bringing gun-talks, I stick to the facts/
might whistle missles that'll sizzle through ya fitted official hat/
sit you back wit the BRAPPP!, mafiosa cosa-nostra/
loaded toaster by the shoulder holster, homie when you croak it's over/
don't blow ya whole composure over all the fame and glory/
'cause when you have nothing son it's just the same ol' story!

track titled, I Who Have Nothing, feat. Bambino, Koleon Menace, and Diggy 360, produced by Sludem for Trench Town Productions!

Bigot Hitman
08-10-2006, 06:13 PM
Verse-9 outa 10, like it alot. The scheme was of a true verse with ryhthm and beat. Wit solid lines thrown in there like:

brain splattered, veins spatter, red drops from headshots/
the lead's hot, the block too, the feds watch and spot you/
making 'em chops, that's not cool, you break rules then suffer loss/

The verse is on point.

Da Dishonourable Don
08-11-2006, 04:51 AM
appreciative for your response, good lookin! Peace!

Father N Dangerous
08-11-2006, 04:54 AM
word DDD again i like to see you fuckin killin shit much propz, you uncontainable wit ya creativity like a tornado. keep dat shti up stay up

Da Dishonourable Don
08-11-2006, 05:11 AM
good look on the feed, 1!

Da Dishonourable Don
08-13-2006, 02:48 PM
to check "I Who Have Nothing" audio, click on www.tightbeatz.com , when you see the screen pop up, look to the left and click on underground, then scroll down and look for Egwest {Nothing}, peace, and hit me back with some feed, TTT's always bringin' that street sound for you real hiphop heads!

Check for me on the last verse, PEACE MOTHAFUCKAS!

CHRONZ
08-13-2006, 02:55 PM
Shit is maad tight Don' !
Keep spittin yo,

peace

Da Dishonourable Don
08-13-2006, 03:02 PM
you know what it is homie, good look on the feedback, hopefully we'll git some more, stay up FWF! Peace!

Da Dishonourable Don
09-08-2006, 03:00 AM
It's so hard to keep count of all the bitches and fakes, perpetratin'/
snitches and snakes, and jakes circulatin'/
so I rise like hi-tides, the lies of the government/
got me ducking tax, a nine to five just ain't cuttin' it/
sling the chrome metal, beef settled through any known ghetto/
gold medal poetical alphabeticals be on they own level/
cock back aim and bust, [kids pop at ya brain]/
so bringing talks back is dangerous, [kid watch what ya sayin']/
streets is cold, ice froze shiest foes rollin' with clicks/
loaded clips, strike foul, lights out, solar eclipse/
a big bang'll shut your sunshine down/
lil dudes movin' trife losin' life from holdin' frontlines down/
packs of wolves, jackals and crows rollin' with twin heaters/
smoke dro with the grim reaper, contemplating on souls/
Triple T Trench Town where the allumni found/
we on the uprise now, dominating the globe, ya know?

HOOK

In the streets you try and hold on/
even though you know the life you lead is so wrong/
gittin' paper, fuckin' bitches and we smoke chron/
but when drama comes son you better roll strong/
X2

Track titled So Hard, feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Sludem, TTT Trench Town Terrorists EgWest entertainment!

Eversick666
09-08-2006, 02:18 PM
ya don juss givin love to the thread percise grime in the rhymes,keep reppin
p
eversick666

Da Dishonourable Don
09-09-2006, 05:56 AM
no doubt homie, keep in tune with the real like always, let the underground prevail to the top and push all these whack mc's to the side, TTT be the click, EgWest is the turf, bigups on the appreciation Eversick, there's more to come!

tha god concept
09-09-2006, 12:10 PM
str8 killin it fam....keep Canada shinin on the wu globe!!!

Da Dishonourable Don
09-09-2006, 09:05 PM
Canada been doin' this, but these heads don't know, Maestro in '89 going platinum, what the fuck, we still ain't git proper dues for this shit, but anybody who wants to peep the audio for SO HARD, log onto www.tightbeatz.com , click underground on the left hand side and scroll down until you see EgWest, enjoy the real shit!

Da Dishonourable Don
09-12-2006, 01:05 AM
It's so hard to keep count of all the bitches and fakes, perpetratin'/
snitches and snakes, and jakes circulatin'/
so I rise like hi-tides, the lies of the government/
got me ducking tax, a nine to five just ain't cuttin' it/
sling the chrome metal, beef settled through any known ghetto/
gold medal poetical alphabeticals be on they own level/
cock back aim and bust, [kids pop at ya brain]/
so bringing talks back is dangerous, [kid watch what ya sayin']/
streets is cold, ice froze shiest foes rollin' with clicks/
loaded clips, strike foul, lights out, solar eclipse/
a big bang'll shut your sunshine down/
lil dudes movin' trife losin' life from holdin' frontlines down/
packs of wolves, jackals and crows rollin' with twin heaters/
smoke dro with the grim reaper, contemplating on souls/
Triple T Trench Town where the allumni found/
we on the uprise now, dominating the globe, ya know?

HOOK

In the streets you try and hold on/
even though you know the life you lead is so wrong/
gittin' paper, fuckin' bitches and we smoke chron/
but when drama comes son you better roll strong/
X2

Track titled So Hard, feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Sludem, TTT Trench Town Terrorists EgWest entertainment!


www.soundclick.com/egwest , to hear the audio for this shit, this shit's bananas mothafuckas!

Da Dishonourable Don
09-18-2006, 08:50 PM
verse 1

The realness applied, every street corner feelin' this vibe/
Sludem with the beat, bump this cruisin' in your jeep, let's ride/
grind on the block, climb to the top/
success is waiting for me, try and stop my shine and git dropped/
mansions and yachts, custom designed diamonds and rocks/
alligned on the watch, that looks hot but the thoughts just a dream/
hit the block with the team, I'm tryin' to git gwop/
the kid spits hot, this hiphop's like chipped rock to a fiend/
[You know that cat Bambino?]/
yeah, he nicer than strikin' fifty-thou at the casino, lethal gritty styles for the people/
I drop the realest science, none as ill as I is/
inspiration for your generation, yeah shout out lil Amias/
and all the babies in the slums, in the eighties it was fun/
now everybody moving shady over crumbs/
it's crazy where I'm from, but homie respect it/
we gittin' grown now and gittin' dough's the only objective!

HOOK

If y'all feel how I feel, real recognize real, to the death/
and I'm a rep for mine still when I'm dead/
on the grind all the time, I know you feelin' my style/
the Sun came to shine baby, move your silver-line cloud/ x2

verse 2

The sun shines bright, alluminate mics/
this is light for the deaf, dumb and blind type/
yo homie git your mind right, 'cause even though we sometimes fight/
you feel the tension and you're bent, [son we bretherins to the end]/
son the sessions that I spent, gave birth to the livest flow/
apprecating life even more seeing Elijah grow/
we all got our highs and lows, I should know, I've been there/
no fear, lightin' dro with Big Bear 'til the smoke clears, [yeah]/
it's that real hood, feel good, shine music/
rhyme fluid, accomplish anything just put your mind to it/
living la bella vita, x-ing out the stress the devil feed ya/
the sun rays, that be shining bright on long days/
the heart-aches and sad faces, tribulations and trials that await us/
but still I keep a smile where my face is/
you see the heart-aches and sad faces, tribulations and trials that await us/
but try to keep a smile where your face is!

HOOK

If y'all feel how I feel, real recognize real, to the death/
and I'm a rep for mine still when I'm dead/
on the grind all time, I know you feelin' my style/
the Sun came to shine baby, move your silver-line cloud/ x4

track titled The Sun, feat. Bambino, produced by Sludem and Memo for TTT entertainment, to git a peep of this banger, click on www.tightbeatz.com , click on underground to the left hand side and scroll down the page[s] and look for EgWest, peace and enjoy the real shit, TTT's up, hoes down!

Eversick666
09-19-2006, 09:31 AM
dope audio lovin the flow my ninja reppin it,we gotta get on a track together some time.lol,shit would be too hot for loebs,keep up the real shit don.
peace
eversick666

Da Dishonourable Don
09-19-2006, 11:53 AM
no doubt, glad you kept in tune with the realness, I do this for y'all and everybody who loves hiphop music, I ain't no rookie at this, been at this for a minute now, a long minute, so bigups for peepin' my thread and stayin' in touch Eversick!

CHRONZ
09-19-2006, 12:02 PM
mad props Triple D.
Sound dope man, would def like to hear some more man !
Maybe mp3 ?? if you could do me the favor,..
Need sumthin like that when im blazin & grindin curbs, all chillin !
Keep it up, Don.

peace

Da Dishonourable Don
09-20-2006, 08:05 PM
good lookin' on peepin' the thread, you can click into www.soundclick.com/egwest for more, we be keepin' it gutter for you and yours always, so git at me in my pm to find out more about TTT EGWEST and the mixtapes soon to release, Chronz keep grindin' them curbs kid, we do this for everybody! 1!

SHRAP
09-22-2006, 06:26 AM
nice audios keep that shit up

Battle 1
09-22-2006, 08:55 AM
good lookin' on peepin' the thread, you can click into www.soundclick.com/egwest (http://www.soundclick.com/egwest) for more, we be keepin' it gutter for you and yours always, so git at me in my pm to find out more about TTT EGWEST and the mixtapes soon to release, Chronz keep grindin' them curbs kid, we do this for everybody! 1!

Oh boy ! That's some raw hip-hop shit right there no doubt. Alot of dope tracks. Some of those beats are off the hook, real fly. Tracks that stood out to me were 'Street News' (that beat and flows were an ill combo no doubt) , and 'Another day' cause it has a crazy fly dope beat.

Dae Ja Nae
09-22-2006, 10:37 AM
Damn Don, I'm really luvin' your thread. I'm really gonna have to find some real time to check it out throughly, but so far what I've read was blazin' ... you definitely have real skill ...

Stay up, and PEACE

Da Dishonourable Don
09-22-2006, 04:29 PM
respect to all who have peeped the realness, Dae Ja Nae, Battle 1, Shrap, keep posted, there's more to come, I've been at this for over a decade plus 4, so you know I know music right?, well that's why I'm here, to supply that real hiphop flav for you and yours, stay in tune with the realness people, good lookin' 1!

Da Dishonourable Don
09-24-2006, 07:34 PM
HOOK

Whether sunshine and rain, we puttin' time in the game/
we try to explain, we finished doing crimes that ain't payin'/
applying the pain, combined with two minds that are same/
we finally came, now everybody's dying to see fame! x2

verse

My man Shamaud was a street survivor, microphone equalizer/
likely known sneeky liar, wifing hoes with freak desires/
never had intentions of blowin', trapped with rats shacked in shelterin' homes/
attackin', jackin' cats for cellular phones/
yet he was peaceful, greetful to his people/
even though it's unbelievable to really see what the streets'll grow/
read it through, my rhyme and reason and proof/
bleedin' through his veins, in pain, in vain fiendin' for loot/
I tried to drop a jewel so he sustained a recoup/
but he spazzed, shortminded, detonated a fuse/
"c'mon Illnamic, tell me what the fuck's goin' on"/
"trying to build static, kill me? you mistook me for wrong"/
"I even helped ya, I guess good deeds are never thought of"/
"man forget ya, my loyalty's a trait of how I'm brought up"/
you came to my gates with guns, how much hate can run?/
I'm sayin' fate never made this son!

track titled Sunshine and Rain {still the same}, feat. Bambino and Koleon Menace, prod. by Sludem for TTT entertainment EgWest, to git an audio you got to click on www.tightbeatz.com , click underground on left hand side and scroll down the page[s] and search for EgWest, holla and git at me peeps, 1!

Da Dishonourable Don
10-27-2006, 09:43 PM
verse 1

Yo it's street-life, gotta eat nice/
your jubby suckin' me right?, paranoia make you not sleep right/
'cause days is cold, at night we hustle for dough/
ya feel that..chill in your bone once I space your zone/
raise the chrome, slugs'll replace your dome/
if this be fame..you wish that you made me known/
fuckin fag...Koleon rung my tel, detailed/
told me to hit him back on the cell/
slowly we connected like we siamese twins/
info being held like we IBM's/
mafia style, Calabrian child, jewel of the nile/
you never knew me, my mentality's wild/
chain snatch wit ya face flat on the block/
adrenaline rush, first time my hand's on the glock/
your mans'll git dropped, 2 shots and lose y'all wigs/
been crazy since the day dad blew out giz!

HOOK

{PRODIGY SAMPLE}

I'd rather do music than chill the fuck out/
I'd rather do music than chill the fuck out/
niggas always got mouth til that piece come out/
niggas feel the shot's pain, every heartbeat throbbin'/
I'd rather do music than chill the fuck out/
I'd rather do music than chill the fuck out/
niggas always got mouth til that piece come out/
make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury!

verse 3

We burn logs of that thick smoke/
map ways how to live like the rich folks/
you gittin dough or livin' broke, think this shit's a joke?/
I hit the roach, reminiscin' on the shit I wrote, listen to beats/
see clear like lasric surgery, my vision is deep/
makin' sure that I can surface every inch of the street/
so I can push product, but the industry don't wanna see the hood profit/
my shit was the bomb before Bush dropped it/
independent looking for a distribution deal/
tryin' to produce a mill before I really lose my will/
these shoes I fill be carrying weight/
therefore I use my skills and various traits/
to believe and succeed and achieve to a higher height/
and blow the spot like dynamite when the time is right/
my shine is bright even though I'm in the dug-out/
I'd rather do music, than chill the fuck out!

Hook

Track titled {I'd Rather.....}
Bambino feat. Diggy Degreez{second verse not shown}.
Produced by Sludem and Memo for TTT entertainment EgWest
Trench Town Terrorists Mixtape available late '06-'07, watch out for that!

NO dubplates, straight original productions!

tha god concept
10-27-2006, 09:57 PM
yo DDD..ur killin shit homie..

keep droppin jewelz

Alesco
10-28-2006, 06:46 AM
Mad love n respect creeppy. I find my self listening to ya stuff alot. when i have the time... You be keepin that underground sound ALIVE brother.

I have my own name for ya kid. (Real Relentlass) coz you be relentless and you keep it fucking real holmes. We are lucky to have ya posting all your
music on this site. (Thanks for that) RESPECT

Da Dishonourable Don
10-29-2006, 02:59 AM
Respect y'all both for the feed, I'll be sure to stay on my grind, keep in tune wit da real shit, brapppp!

Lil' Ruger
10-29-2006, 03:03 AM
damn Don got this thread poppin ill shit fam.

Eversick666
10-29-2006, 01:07 PM
Ya Don peep the thread for a lil diddy i juss REC peep it half done but..........
thx peace

Da Dishonourable Don
10-29-2006, 08:50 PM
no doubt, thx for the feed, keep postin', peace!

Eversick666
10-29-2006, 09:03 PM
ya juss listen to some more audio ya had there it was dope man enjoin the shit
concept sent me some ...

Da Dishonourable Don
10-29-2006, 11:30 PM
yeah, that's an exclusive one, keep it on the low and don't leak it, not at least until I leak it first, lol, but yeah, that one's gonna be on the mixtape, alot of the shit on the soundclick's gonna be on it, but there's new bangers in store so keep posted, peace!

Da Dishonourable Don
11-01-2006, 05:16 AM
verse 1

yo, I'm back at it, extracting the whack, stackin' the mathematics/
'cause being broke is like a bad habit/
fiends smokin', chokin' like an asthmatic, crack pipes, city life/
cold nights, mega trife, friend or foe, men or mice/
black hoody, black skully, gully for the nightshift/
white kicks on my feet, light spliffs on the street/
ice-pick in my reach, might rip through ya beef/
so keep it cool and peep the jewels, these dudes'll eat your food/
believe the truth, you ain't promised tomorrow, we straight/
contemplate your fate over pasta el forno plates/
I'm great like Alexander, swingin' the battle-axe/
crack cats like jackolanterns on a Halloween night/
it's food for your brain so git your protein right/
staying true to this game plus my whole team nice/
you never snitch, count gwap stackin' forever rich/
streets are devillish and many don't wonder if hell exists!

HOOK

[YOU NOT HEAVY]
We Heavyweight, homie we hold it down/
fuckin' with dem Triple T killers you out of bounds/
[YOU NOT HEAVY]
So stay the fuck back, you out of bounds/
rounds from the four-pound, clown, expose your crown x2

track titled YOU NOT HEAVY feat. Bambino and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial G for TTT/Arkeologists productions, to be released on the Crucial the Guillotine album '06-'07

to check for more Crucial the Guillotine tracks, click www.myspace.com/crucialtheguillotine , and to hear more productions on what he's done click www.soundclick.com/egwest , tracks like [Lights Out, No Faces, Local News, Get Back, One Shot Deal, Street Theory, Freedom Song ], enjoy mothafuckas! PEACE!

Da Dishonourable Don
11-06-2006, 08:57 PM
track titled NO FACES, feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don , Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial G, video shot by my boy Kash, just some shit we cooked up with the camcorder one night fuckin around, http://youtube.com/watch?v=LanP5vQBcKU , enjoy mothafuckas! Peace!

Lil' Ruger
11-06-2006, 09:08 PM
my headphones didnt wok but i watched the vid shit is dope u must have someone talented doing that shit.

SHRAP
11-06-2006, 09:16 PM
3D that shit was pretty dope man, got that old school feel in the track and video and every word was true 2 keep doin ya thang family, represent this fuckin north coast shit 2 da death

Da Dishonourable Don
11-06-2006, 09:17 PM
yeah my boy Kash knows how to fuck wit it, but that was just an experiment, we're currently workin wit some state of the art shit, green screen rooms and all that, some professional dvd cams and all that, currently workin on this dvd i'm pushin out wit da mixtape so keep posted and stay in tune, peace!

Lil' Ruger
11-06-2006, 09:22 PM
oh shit i dnt even got audio and you got them tight ass old school dope ass lyrc laced videos 1 word ill.

SHRAP
11-06-2006, 09:34 PM
oh shit i dnt even got audio and you got them tight ass old school dope ass lyrc laced videos 1 word ill.

how the fuck u can tell the lyrics are dope if u dont even have audio :lmao:

would u be so kind as to remove yo fake ass from my temple of darts :lmao:

Bigot Hitman
11-06-2006, 09:57 PM
^^lol

Lil' Ruger
11-06-2006, 10:01 PM
how the fuck u can tell the lyrics are dope if u dont even have audio :lmao:

would u be so kind as to remove yo fake ass from my temple of darts :lmao:


i dont have audio as in i dont have any raps recorded ......fag.

Eversick666
11-07-2006, 11:16 PM
yo Don,juss peeped the video,some classic shit there man like what yall
doin,keep holdin it down, keep it grimey.....madd props get at me man....

VernakuLa
11-08-2006, 02:44 PM
yeah my boy Kash knows how to fuck wit it, but that was just an experiment, we're currently workin wit some state of the art shit, green screen rooms and all that, some professional dvd cams and all that, currently workin on this dvd i'm pushin out wit da mixtape so keep posted and stay in tune, peace!

keep me up wit that, i aint been on late..been doin my thang...so email me ya shi

that video was grimeeeey, i knew u was the beefy mofucka 2

anyways fam, keep doin it big

peace

Da Dishonourable Don
11-08-2006, 08:37 PM
nuff respect y'all, you know what it is, hit me on the msn and add me, bambino@rogers.com, more to come, peace out!

Da Dishonourable Don
11-08-2006, 08:40 PM
here's the link to the NO FACES video for the heads who ain't checked it yet, http://youtube.com/watch?v=LanP5vQBcKU , aight then, git at me, peace!

Lil' Ruger
11-08-2006, 08:56 PM
i might see later wanna see what comments they dropped on youtube 4 ya:)

VernakuLa
11-08-2006, 09:13 PM
i might see later wanna see what comments they dropped on youtube 4 ya:)
shutup! lol

ArcherPriest
11-08-2006, 09:44 PM
fuck yea homie... keepin ya game tighter than Wranglers.. .nothin but iLL joints up in here .... I been meanin' to peep some more of your shit for a minute now but i been mad busy lately.. glad i got the chance to get up in here and read sum shit.. def worth the time... we gon have to collab or sum shit ...

Da Dishonourable Don
11-08-2006, 11:19 PM
no doubt, respect for the feed y'all, keep postin! I do this for y'all, peace!

Da Dishonourable Don
11-15-2006, 05:00 PM
peep the vids kids, link's at the top somewhere!

Da Dishonourable Don
11-17-2006, 01:09 AM
Cockin' da glocks, blazin' the cannons/
is Big Belly Bambeenz the cockiest wop on the face of the planet {yup}/
facedown you're tasting the granite/
bodyslammed, shaking the canvas, the shotty turn your ace to a phantom/
eat with the team, can none done defeat the regime/
celebrating everyday like shit was sweet sixteen/
I make 'em shit green, flip a switchblade to his jaws/
to see if he's yellow, to match the piss stains in his draws/
catch me zoned out no doubt I'm nice wit da flow/
and I got the power to seduce your housewife to a hoe/
shiest for da dough, fishin' on a mission to kill/
if my numbers can't add like a mathematician on crills

HOOK

Bread, pasta and wine, red dot from the nine/
you'll git popped from behind if you droppin' dem dimes/
Calabrian Connect, straight spaghetti wit sauce/
machetes and saws, you know the fam's ready for war x2

track titled Bread, Pasta and Wine feat. Bambino and Tony Gazzo aka D-V-OUS Kovorkian, both together known as Calabrian Connect, produced by Sludem for TTT entertainment, to be released on the mixtape comin' soon!

Da Dishonourable Don
11-17-2006, 01:28 AM
stay posted for more, I'm in the lab on the regs doing this, support the real hiphop, peace to the whole forum!

Lil' Ruger
11-17-2006, 01:31 AM
lol i peeped ya vid again lol koncrete gorilla dropped a comment lmao.

Da Dishonourable Don
11-17-2006, 01:39 AM
verse 1

Your time's up, y'all pressed your luck, your grind's over/
divine soldier, shine solar, mind polar, rhyme colder/
unleash a verse that'll freeze the earth and turn time slower/
Da Don cocky like John Gotti, my nine blow ya/
I rip in 'em and spit venom like five cobras/
keep your eyes open, mind sober when I'm approachin'/
provide a dosage of my psychosis, mine is potent/
you can find emotion in a bitch twitching when his spine is broken/
the most reputed to bring pain/
it's Bambeenz, champine, remaining undisputed like Ving Rhames/
I bring flame from the lungs, I'm a fire breathing dragon son/
apply the heat to maximum, and I ain't need to blast a gun/
display the proof, you'll feel defeat persuing bitter fate/
to say the truth you couldn't deal wit beef chewing a kippered steak/
the nickelplate'll split ya face, swingin' two kitana blades/
leaving fools in a pool where schools of piranhas prey!

HOOK performed by Tony Gazzo

There's no fire to hot, no snow that's too cold/
let's go toe to toe, separate your body from your soul/
git buried in a hole for the dollars that you owe/
and I think you oughtta know that you fuckin' with some pros! x2

verse 2 not shown performed by Tony Gazzo

verse 3

I'm like a timebomb ticking with seconds to detonate/
perfecting a steady pace 'cause I'm reppin' with heavyweights/
like King Kong Bundy, semi blast quick, Gimme Cash Click/
stick you for y'all pinball money/
love is love even though that ain't all lovely/
rip veins, I nicknamed the chainsaw rusty/
I'm hungry, jungle lion jaws all bloody, y'all/
never killed beef, ya still sleep wit a 'My Buddy' doll/
you ain't no thugs at all, infact y'all just a bunch of fags/
son is you for real, I'll use your grill for a punchin' bag/
plotting on your slot time, homie I'm not lyin'/
primetime grime, critical bind, dem shots flyin'/
wit da glock nine alligned to the side of your nose/
a guaranteed hit, I leave dickriders disposed/
the livest with flows, that's why your whole corp recognizes/
we burning mc's with the blow-torch for the violence!

track titled PROS feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don feat. Tony Gazzo aka D-V-OUS Kovorkian, both together known as Calabrian Connect, produced by Sludem for TTT entertainment, to be released on the mixtape soon!

NO FACES VIDEO - Triple T EgWest http://youtube.com/watch?v=LanP5vQBcKU

Lil' Ruger
11-17-2006, 01:49 AM
you did the first verse right?

Da Dishonourable Don
11-17-2006, 07:32 PM
yeah

Lil' Ruger
11-17-2006, 08:22 PM
dopeness.

Da Dishonourable Don
11-17-2006, 08:39 PM
if u wanna peep the audios to the last tunes i wrote in here, click on my soundclick, peace!

Lil' Ruger
11-17-2006, 08:46 PM
yo 3D u wanna get on a key collab real quick i got mad niggas possibly on it already got 3 confirmed i just wanna make it a big tight callabo u down?

just write summin tight theres no theme its called thunderstorm assassins heres the hook in case u wanna get on it just pm me ya verse.

we thunderstorm assassins
kicked in the door blastin
we thunderstorm assassins
we scorch the track with passion
we thunderstorm assassins
we in the hall bone passing
we thunderstorm assassins
they’re aint no need in askin
we thunderstorm assassins

bad boy T
11-20-2006, 05:12 AM
yo dishonourable don your dropping lyrics like a bomb
I like your style your skill you have an ill will spill
front man to kill rhymes hot on the grill
your verus has burst a new beggining
when you spitting I want to hear want you bringing
a drilling let me tell you your lyrics are stinging

Da Dishonourable Don
11-20-2006, 06:29 PM
yo mad respect for the feed homie, check the soundclick link at the bottom to check some new bangers and to check the lil vids we put together, and check out youtube.com and type EgWest in the search bar to check out some lab footage and my producer Sludem makin' some beats, peace!

Da Dishonourable Don
11-20-2006, 06:43 PM
verse 1

Your time's up, y'all pressed your luck, your grind's over/
divine soldier, shine solar, mind polar, rhyme colder/
unleash a verse that'll freeze the earth and turn time slower/
Da Don cocky like John Gotti, my nine blow ya/
I rip in 'em and spit venom like five cobras/
keep your eyes open, mind sober when I'm approachin'/
provide a dosage of my psychosis, mine is potent/
you can find emotion in a bitch twitching when his spine is broken/
the most reputed to bring pain/
it's Bambeenz, champine, remaining undisputed like Ving Rhames/
I bring flame from the lungs, I'm a fire breathing dragon son/
apply the heat to maximum, and I ain't need to blast a gun/
display the proof, you'll feel defeat persuing bitter fate/
to say the truth you couldn't deal wit beef chewing a kippered steak/
the nickelplate'll split ya face, swingin' two kitana blades/
leaving fools in a pool where schools of piranhas prey!

HOOK performed by Tony Gazzo

There's no fire to hot, no snow that's too cold/
let's go toe to toe, separate your body from your soul/
git buried in a hole for the dollars that you owe/
and I think you oughtta know that you fuckin' with some pros! x2

verse 2 not shown performed by Tony Gazzo

verse 3

I'm like a timebomb ticking with seconds to detonate/
perfecting a steady pace 'cause I'm reppin' with heavyweights/
like King Kong Bundy, semi blast quick, Gimme Cash Click/
stick you for y'all pinball money/
love is love even though that ain't all lovely/
rip veins, I nicknamed the chainsaw rusty/
I'm hungry, jungle lion jaws all bloody, y'all/
never killed beef, ya still sleep wit a 'My Buddy' doll/
you ain't no thugs at all, infact y'all just a bunch of fags/
son is you for real, I'll use your grill for a punchin' bag/
plotting on your slot time, homie I'm not lyin'/
primetime grime, critical bind, dem shots flyin'/
wit da glock nine alligned to the side of your nose/
a guaranteed hit, I leave dickriders disposed/
the livest with flows, that's why your whole corp recognizes/
we burning mc's with the blow-torch for the violence!

track titled PROS feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don feat. Tony Gazzo aka D-V-OUS Kovorkian, both together known as Calabrian Connect, produced by Sludem for TTT entertainment, to be released on the mixtape soon!

NO FACES VIDEO - Triple T EgWest http://youtube.com/watch?v=LanP5vQBcKU


if y'all wanna check a little footage of me in the lab doing a miccheck and then spittin' my verse for this, click here.... http://youtube.com/watch?v=gPgkBqemnCo ... peace!

Eversick666
11-26-2006, 07:26 PM
yo wass good god,peeped all the trackz on the soundclick shit fellin those man keep the heat comin bino,get at me man..p

Lil' Ruger
11-26-2006, 09:50 PM
don im gettin into ya shit especiallly how u put the vids together peace.

Da Dishonourable Don
12-07-2006, 05:27 PM
verse 1

Be the rap Aristado wit a story to tell/
belly of the beast, streets are gory as hell where the glorious dwell/
victorious smell of gunpowder, casings from the shells drop/
jail cats spar with silhouettes inside their cell block/
fiends roam on the strip, night of the livin' dead/
feds kick in massauge parlour doors, whores givin' head/
whether by the corner store or corridors, you gittin bread?/
dread got a glock nine and forty-four with infra-red/
it's been said, what go around come around, bad karma/
creepin' out the swamp, anacondas/
guarded with mega armour, heavy gangha, marijuana blowin'/
baby-momma strollin' in the streets, seeds gotta eat/
cease poverty, modern day slavery/
yo fuck your Free-Masonry, they crave to see me lay deceased/
remain elite to say the least but yo the hate increases/
God forgive me for my dirty deeds, hey yo I pray to Jesus!

HOOK

Too many dirty deeds, but I stay walking with Christ/
and for my soul, never offer a price/
it's only right that I will hold mics, guide light, shine bright/
for the deaf and blind type, redirect the seeds, fuck the crime life/
these dirty deeds got me on my hands and knees prayin'/
these dirty deeds got us close enough to see satan/
these dirty deeds got control of my crew/
Father forgive us for our sins, for we don't know what we do!

verse 2

I write gems 'til the night ends, past-tense to pre-tense/
practice the sequence, tactics of defence/
I clash with the hedons, cast demons to hell/
the coke rock got my bretherin fiendin' for rails, he frale/
men turn to bitches, witness friends turn to snitches/
no different then converting religions to satanism/
there's no patriotism when you fightin' a war, that's not yours/
you die livin' life by the sword/
hey yo the snake got you coiled in his wraps/
so what's worst? selling crack or stealing oil from Iraq?/
I never fall for the traps, and all the televised lies that the media/
be feedin' ya, we eat it up, yo son I think I've seen enough/
a dirty deed, a brother bleeds and a mother cries/
streets singing lullabyes, killas doing twenty-five/
keep your mind fortafied, the truth stays factual/
reporting live, West Mega, Screwface capital!

HOOK

third verse

Peep the heaven sent God testaments/
blessin' em with the benevolent, elegant, hiphop elements/
unleash the evidence, seek intelligence, achieve excellence/
the beat mellow when I speak relevance/ x2

track titled DIRTY DEEDS, feat. Bambino, produced by All Purpose from the Tragic Allies, to peep the audio for this banger, click, www.myspace.com/tragicalliesproductions, enjoy!

ArcherPriest
12-08-2006, 11:27 AM
Fuckin Masterpiece yo.... i love the way you transition your rhymes man, and how you bust in with some quick rapid fire multi type shit for a sec then smooth it back out...keeps the flow unpredicatable plus i never see any filler/bullshit in ya verses.... every line's dope... good use of vocab, structure, everything homie... but u kno how it is... keep droppin this heat yo

Da Dishonourable Don
12-11-2006, 06:32 PM
Fuckin Masterpiece yo.... i love the way you transition your rhymes man, and how you bust in with some quick rapid fire multi type shit for a sec then smooth it back out...keeps the flow unpredicatable plus i never see any filler/bullshit in ya verses.... every line's dope... good use of vocab, structure, everything homie... but u kno how it is... keep droppin this heat yo

good lookin' , here it is once again so peeps can check it!!

Dirty Deeds

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verse 1

Be the rap Aristado wit a story to tell/
belly of the beast, streets are gory as hell where the glorious dwell/
victorious smell of gunpowder, casings from the shells drop/
jail cats spar with silhouettes inside their cell block/
fiends roam on the strip, night of the livin' dead/
feds kick in massauge parlour doors, whores givin' head/
whether by the corner store or corridors, you gittin bread?/
dread got a glock nine and forty-four with infra-red/
it's been said, what go around come around, bad karma/
creepin' out the swamp, anacondas/
guarded with mega armour, heavy gangha, marijuana blowin'/
baby-momma strollin' in the streets, seeds gotta eat/
cease poverty, modern day slavery/
yo fuck your Free-Masonry, they crave to see me lay deceased/
remain elite to say the least but yo the hate increases/
God forgive me for my dirty deeds, hey yo I pray to Jesus!

HOOK

Too many dirty deeds, but I stay walking with Christ/
and for my soul, never offer a price/
it's only right that I will hold mics, guide light, shine bright/
for the deaf and blind type, redirect the seeds, fuck the crime life/
these dirty deeds got me on my hands and knees prayin'/
these dirty deeds got us close enough to see satan/
these dirty deeds got control of my crew/
Father forgive us for our sins, for we don't know what we do!

verse 2

I write gems 'til the night ends, past-tense to pre-tense/
practice the sequence, tactics of defence/
I clash with the hedons, cast demons to hell/
the coke rock got my bretherin fiendin' for rails, he frale/
men turn to bitches, witness friends turn to snitches/
no different then converting religions to satanism/
there's no patriotism when you fightin' a war, that's not yours/
you die livin' life by the sword/
hey yo the snake got you coiled in his wraps/
so what's worst? selling crack or stealing oil from Iraq?/
I never fall for the traps, and all the televised lies that the media/
be feedin' ya, we eat it up, yo son I think I've seen enough/
a dirty deed, a brother bleeds and a mother cries/
streets singing lullabyes, killas doing twenty-five/
keep your mind fortafied, the truth stays factual/
reporting live, West Mega, Screwface capital!

HOOK

third verse

Peep the heaven sent God testaments/
blessin' em with the benevolent, elegant, hiphop elements/
unleash the evidence, seek intelligence, achieve excellence/
the beat mellow when I speak relevance/ x2

track titled DIRTY DEEDS, feat. Bambino, produced by All Purpose from the Tragic Allies, to peep the audio for this banger, click, www.myspace.com/tragicalliesproductions, enjoy!
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bad boy T
12-15-2006, 05:21 AM
Yo don I looked homie but there was nothing there

Keep spitting don't stop
your giving a new name to hip hop

Da Dishonourable Don
12-15-2006, 08:03 PM
Yo don I looked homie but there was nothing there

Keep spitting don't stop
your giving a new name to hip hop

Respect and mad love homie, but just incase you didn't catch it, it's the second track to click on when you go to www.myspace.com/tragicalliesproductions, try again and hit me back with the feed, stay up, bless!

Da Dishonourable Don
12-18-2006, 09:18 PM
I guess we all can't be equal, it's just the way they made it fam/
they made a plan to take command, stripped the native man/
naked, from his sacred land, the hate expands, I daze and glance/
blazin' grams, mappin' ways to generate a grand, I stay advanced/
through great demands I hold the mic, know the ledge and know my rights/
'cause I'll be damned if the man ever stole my life/
cobras strike, cold as ice, there's no advice to guide the youth/
dying young, the rising sun, provide the truth inside the booth/
so tie your boots, it's war, Terminator 4, destruction of mankind/
corruptin' a man's mind, [I'll fill you in]/
militants kill civilians for millions, sinistered schemes/
[innocent screams], you hear them calling in your fuckin' dreams/
alluminati struck my team, stuck us where the fiends roam/
this is where our seeds grow like weed clones, we seek hope/
where killas cock and squeeze chrome through drug zones/
the bum's home's an alley, in the lonesome valley 'nuff bones git buried!

second verse [8 bars]

I blow trees through the winter breeze, minus ten degrees freezin'/
blood, sweat and tears I'm still here seeing our seeds bleedin'/
streets fiendin' for the real, we keep schemin' for a mill/
I'll never sleep until my dream's fulfilled and all my peeps eatin'/
belly achin', constant elevation, fuck a freemason/
[hell is waitin'], break the spell of satan, contemplatin' patient/
allluminati mark of the beast, target the streets/
starving to eat, you can hear the world's heart when it beats!

Track titled WORLD, feat. Bambino and Koleon Menace, produced by Sludem, soon to be released on mixtapes worldwide!

NASTY NAK
12-18-2006, 09:20 PM
Nice

Da Dishonourable Don
12-21-2006, 07:23 PM
good looks on that!

Da Dishonourable Don
12-21-2006, 09:36 PM
yo respect fam, that's my whole emmo anyways, the realness, when i'm on some battling or grimy tip it's more for fun or to make your heads bop, but my whole emmo is the realness, thx and good lookin' yo, peace!

Da Dishonourable Don
12-31-2006, 05:32 PM
1 full moon, 2 dirty goons/
3 gunshots 4 o'clock in the morn/
5'0 comin', keep 6 'cause it's on/
7 youngbucks with guns drawn for the war/
channel 8 news coverage, a stabbing commences/
while 9 witnesses seen what happened in the trenches/
10 corrupt cops in a drug spot, coincidence?/
11 division takin' your mug shots and fingerprints/
12 man jury deciding your innocence/
13 the eye of the beast/
at 14 was strivin' to eat/
15 schemes, we pull this shit clean/
we roundin' up the fiends, now shit is sweet 16/
turn the 17th floor into an amphetamine store/
18 years, blood sweat and tears, we dirt poor/
19 slugs from the teck, got plenty guns/
20 killas on your block, you won't make it to see 21 !

track titled 21, feat. Bambino aka Da Dishonourable Don and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial the Guillotine for his album in 07!

Da Dishonourable Don
12-31-2006, 05:48 PM
verse 1

hey yo, real badboys make moves with no talks, chrome cocked/
clips filled to the top, they own blocks/
kill a cop for the right price, the trife life/
night lights and knife fights, the shiest type that might strike/
with the iron like they Mike Tyson, eyesight, twenty-twenty, heavy semi/
strapped by the fat belly, black machete, stack fetti/
heavy cat, system failed me, school held me back/
on the strip dudes sellin' packs, been through hell and back/
blue skelly cap, white sneakers, bubble goose/
night creepers, might reach ya and leak ya with that double duece/
guzzle juice and stay bent, pay rent with made men who do hits/
watch no faces, launder paper legitt/
we follow street codes, police patrol blocks/
where pregnant fiends swallow deep loads for a piece of coke rock, speak to no cops/
git robbed for your gold watch if you owe me ya dough/
leave you leakin' that wet tissue like you're blowin' your nose!

HOOK

You know, real badboys make moves with no talks/
touch spots, shut shit down and open up shop/
don't watch no faces, the cops be so racist/
the block be so hot, but we plot for more paper/
real badboys make moves with no talks/
bust glocks all in your crown and open up shop/
don't watch no faces, the cops be so racist/
the block be so hot, you git popped with no traces !

verse 2 Crucial the Guillotine [not shown]

HOOK

verse 3

let's do it no talks, we never speak, settle beef with heavy heat/
steady keep pushin' to the top, I'm clockin' every week/
snitches git vapourized and aired out/
for mean muggin', homie paid the consequence, it's beef over stare downs/
unlock and load, the shots'll blow your top like a Kennedy/
watch for the enemy, I keep their pictures locked in my memory/
watch no faces, dig dirt, survived through thin and thick and worst/
but fuck a 187, I know a judge who gotta git murked!

Track titled, No Faces 2 [ 07 shit ] , feat. Bambino and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial the Guillotine, every year we drop em with another No Faces track, brapppppppp!

Alesco
12-31-2006, 09:01 PM
Yea Don.

Keep it going bruv.

Stay you my brother.

Peace

Da Dishonourable Don
01-01-2007, 02:54 AM
respect my man, many blessings to you for '07 bro, peace!

ArcherPriest
01-01-2007, 02:21 PM
That World track is fuckin dope Don.... cant wait to hear the audio... mad respect on all ya shit homie

Da Dishonourable Don
01-01-2007, 08:38 PM
yo nuff respect fam, 1!

Da Dishonourable Don
01-14-2007, 07:18 PM
we rip tracks, split cats in half wit da pick-axes/
blast with the big matics, snap a pig's wig backwards/
zig-zags in my pocket, ounce of the greenery/
big stacks in the process, lounge in the scenery/
time is up, it ain't a thing to aim the beam, the same regime/
TTT, y'all lames stay in ya lane we reign supreme/
live from the trench side where mens ride when friends die/
revenge lies in the eyes of a killa so keep your lens wide/
ten, nine, eight, seven seconds to detonate, blow the spot/
homie if you can't hold it you know it's hot/
molten rock on the tip of my pen, burn the wood writin'/
clash of the hood titans, fight to the end/
triflin' sins, serpents and snakes, circles of hate, jake patrollin'/
eliminate opponents, violate, your fuckin' face is broken/
we slay the omen, start the revolution late/
guillotine drop, my team set the execution date!

HOOK

it be that head bop, head shot, fill the glock to the top/
kill a cop hiphop, chill we got this locked/
my team's hot,.... so anytime we quick to set it/
soon as the guillotine drops you've been beheaded/
it be that head bop, head shot, fill the glock to the top/
kill a cop hiphop, chill we got this locked/
wit da beam dot to make the scene hot, so bring the medics/
soon as the guillotine drops you've been beheaded!

track titled Guillotine Drop feat. Bambino and Crucial the Guillotine, produced by Crucial the Guillotine for his album soon to drop '07!

bloodyhookz
02-04-2007, 07:36 PM
I reinstalled my windows so my other name and password got lost, it's still Da Dishonourable Don aka Bloodyhookz

Murder Section

we speak the truth and salute the real generals/
Bino in the booth be that proof, he's incredible/
the kid's nice, we profile and rip mics, my wolves howl at midnight/
what's goin' down?, these homos throwin' towels in a fistfight?/
bleed wit a broken nose, leavin' in a comatose/
we git our gwop up, TTT coast to coast/
it's real life poetry, kill mics potently/
lurking where the locust breed, [stature] dope mc/
I'm from an era where the beats and rhymes had to be dope/
but do I do an R&B song or rather be broke?/
can it be hope that had my mental strivin'?/
surviving through the thin and thick of this bitch and all the ghetto violence/
I'm not the one to play it sweet kid, so stop testin'/
cock the wesson, betcha layin' sleep inside a box restin'/
so stop snitchin' running to the cops fessin', learn ya lesson/
[TRENCH TOWN WEST BOUND], the murda section!

track titled Murder Section, feat. Bambino, Crucial the Guillotine, and Govs, produced by Crucial G for his album set to drop any day now, stay in tune, peace!

Lil' Ruger
02-04-2007, 07:50 PM
long time no see hot shit!

bloodyhookz
02-04-2007, 07:53 PM
verse 1

I do what I can, for fam I will sacrifice my only life/
and that is real talk, I still walk the road of Christ/
on the block we rollin' dice for fins, tens and twenties/
through the colder nights my soldiers might mix gin with henny/
just to stay warm, avoiding frostbites, police head-lights/
fed up life, feds at night might set you up to git you bite/
bet ya life on it, every verse is illegal/
let's start the revolution now, the good versus the evil/
I slay demons, stay schemin' on the government's wallet/
while you suckas stay day dreamin' puffin' your chronic/
we git our gwop over, block soldier, it never do stop/
until our revenue's collected through on every two blocks/
where federals watch, but I ain't sweatin', I ain't seein' no trife 'cause/
pumping cd's just like drugs without the tight cuffs/
and the white judge, we movin' legitt/
so light it up, and bump this, while you cruise in ya whips wit ya blunts lit, baby!

HOOK [voice sample]

A real man has done, all he can x2


verse 2

I drop gems that be top ten, persuing a million/
keep my rhymes fresh while y'all spoil and ruin the feelin'/
TTT, we in the building homie, do this for the children/
still in the hood, where villainous hoods shooting and killin'/
beyond official, I'm on the grizzles where the wolves howl/
forced to hit you, fuck a court judicial, killa blow trial/
eat wit a closed mouth, and speak when you spoken to/
never talk to police, my peeps never broke that rule/
I used to go to school, liquor breath, the stench of chron lingerin'/
that's when I found out that the Mason's praised the wrong kingdom/
the Son of God risen, listen, it's spiritually awesome/
for folks with no hope, who cope and be dealing with losses/
fight for the righteous causes, proceed to lead the blind/
and watch my people rise so we can shine and eat divine/
I'm not afraid to speak my mind, that's why the cops hate me/
pops made me, mommy had me, but the block raised me, daddy!

track titled ALL HE CAN, feat. Bambino, produced by Sludem da Beatmaker, real nice vibe to this track, and know to all mc's or spectators, Bambino only writes rhymes on the spot in a matter of minutes last minute status at the studio, so just to show y'all that there ain't no preparation to my music, shit is just raw, thx for your time and to peep this track, check, www.myspace.com/bambinottt peace mothafuckas!

bloodyhookz
02-28-2007, 10:14 PM
The wind blows through the air at night, God protect my life/
hold my spirit tight, due to fear and fright, I'm never scared to fight/
tear the mic, we bare the light to guide the blind, the road is paved/
100 degree farenheit, we flaring like solar rays/
soldier face Triple T, unfold your fake trickery/
the lies of the government's ties, I know your snake history/
jake friskin' me to fill a quota, [feelin' colder]/
kill a cobra wit my bare hands, advance through the badlands/
baggypants battlestance, fightin' for the righteous purpose/
strike ya merciless, and smite you for the ice you worship/
slice you perfect with the knife and splice you like a surgeon/
the nicest wordsmith on the mic be puttin' nights of work in/
writin' verses, the ink drops until my pen stops/
it's real life graffiti for my greazies in the penn locked/
Sludem with the beats about to make me a mill/
fuck a record deal, we do this for the sake of the real !

HOOK

We all eat, sleep, shit and piss/
breathe the air that God blessed so we can co-exist/
fight the struggle, and do anything to feed ya kids/
life's a hustle, and we all tryin' to see it rich [NOBODY KNOWS]

track titled NOBODY KNOWS, feat. Bambino and Koleon Menace, prod. by Sludem, to peep this banger, click, www.myspace.com/sludembeats , peace out, 1!

bloodyhookz
03-02-2007, 03:03 AM
It's been a long time coming, I've been here for a minute/
diminish the image, of all the smokey mirrors and gimics/
the industry in fear of a menace/
I came up out these cold streets, so if I say "fuck the police", sincerely I meant it/
I'm on the way to the top, sunny days without a cloud in sight/
try and stop my shine, I'll cock the nine and blow you out ya lights/
I'm all about the people, pussy, paper and powerful music/
my rhyme is crack, for the fiend who is prowd to abuse it/
fall back, it's my time, divine intervention, when I bless the session/
I'm the first and foremost, no second guessin'/
rep the trench to the death, destined for this cheddar homie/
peep the skill, and yet alone, I keep it real and never phony/
Bambino iller than most, supposively they rate this/
haters keep grillin' up close, but only see the greatness/
my poetry is graded A plus, I'm nice with these rhymes/
it's 'bout time I take what's rightfully mine!

HOOK

[IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING], on the rise to the top/
[IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING], keep my eyes on the gwop/
I do this for the team, kinda like Jordan in the dying seconds/
I feel the pain of the ghetto, man, that's why I'm reppin'/ x2

track titled LONG TIME COMING, feat. Bambino, prod. by Sludem for TTT Productions, to git a sneak peek at this currently unfinished banger, click, www.myspace.com/sludembeats , enjoy mothafuckas, 1!

Shoalin Buddah Monk
03-02-2007, 07:51 AM
All of these are preety much FIRE.

bloodyhookz
03-02-2007, 07:02 PM
respect yo, it's been a while since somebody checked my thread out, these heads out here are sleeping!

Bigot Hitman
03-02-2007, 07:28 PM
It's been a long time coming, I've been here for a minute/
diminish the image, of all the smokey mirrors and gimics/
the industry in fear of a menace/
I came up out these cold streets, so if I say "fuck the police", sincerely I meant it/
I'm on the way to the top, sunny days without a cloud in sight/
try and stop my shine, I'll cock the nine and blow you out ya lights/
I'm all about the people, pussy, paper and powerful music/
my rhyme is crack, for the fiend who is prowd to abuse it/
fall back, it's my time, divine intervention, when I bless the session/
I'm the first and foremost, no second guessin'/
rep the trench to the death, destined for this cheddar homie/
peep the skill, and yet alone, I keep it real and never phony/
Bambino iller than most, supposively they rate this/
haters keep grillin' up close, but only see the greatness/
my poetry is graded A plus, I'm nice with these rhymes/
it's 'bout time I take what's rightfully mine!

HOOK

[IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING], on the rise to the top/
[IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING], keep my eyes on the gwop/
I do this for the team, kinda like Jordan in the dying seconds/
I feel the pain of the ghetto, man, that's why I'm reppin'/ x2

track titled LONG TIME COMING, feat. Bambino, prod. by Sludem for TTT Productions, to git a sneak peek at this currently unfinished banger, click, www.myspace.com/sludembeats , enjoy mothafuckas, 1!

Those two white lines is my fav. on this shit, THis shit was written well for the most part flow wise, I've seen u do better multies, an come wit fresher concepts though. I'd give this a 7.7/10 for u, Keep on postin the shit though u remind me of a light weight scarface. Do u care if i drop a verse on this thread?

bloodyhookz
03-02-2007, 09:11 PM
respect on the comment once again, the only reason why it seems that there's less multies is 'cause the track is slow tempo, I don't know if you heard the track yet but I posted the link underneath the verse, and as for droppin' a verse in my thread, I would appreciate it if it's only feed, this thread is strictly for tracks I've laced already, but if you wanna drop a verse in one of my threads, I got a grimey one that peeps slept on, it's somewhere in the first 3 pages, it's called RIVERS OF BLOOD, I need peeps to drop some grimey shit in there, thx!

bloodyhookz
04-04-2007, 09:18 PM
HOOK

it's the Calabrian Connect, Tony Gaz and Beanz/
duct tape you in a bed full of gasoline/
so fuck you fake rappers, your styles is puss/
if y'all pussy, then dont' beat around the bush/ x2

my verse

I....splatter these maggots, a ravenous savage/
erratically grabbin' the mack and brappppp, you faggots leak battery acid/
that can be bad for you habits, casualties happen, it's tragic/
and half of these rappers is actin', faculty strapped wit da wratchets/
Africans, Latins, Italians, wildin' and trapped in the violence/
found in a shackled environment, pound on you cats that be smilin'/
ounces of crack by the thousands, housings be packed full of scoundrels/
sumoan slap and throw the gat to the back of your tonsils/
Italiano smacks, git smacked wit da back of la mano/
wannabee soprano actin' rappers git jacked in Toronto/
killas wit villainous styles surround you for millions of miles/
Sicilian style, take you out, spare your children and spouse/
kill a mason, amazingly pistols blazin'/
and placing a laserbeam to the face of a pig and lace him/
defacing a klan member for racial discrimination/
razors leave his hands severed wit facial disfigurations!

track titled, DON'T BEAT AROUND THE BUSH, feat. Bambino and D-V-OUS Kavorkian aka Tony Gazzo, prod. by Crucial the Guillotine

to peep this banger, click on, www.myspace.com/dvouskavorkiantttegwest

bloodyhookz
05-14-2007, 06:49 AM
verse 1

life is too short to waste over liquor, weed, hoes and cash/
I know the math, when I was younger goin' halves, blowin' sacks/
didn't know the facts, until my soldiers passed, then my older gramps/
nearly made the toaster clap, holdin' emotions back/
couldn't fold in half, and let depression/
control the wrath of my agression, devil lookin' for a soul to grab/
I need a spliff every half hour/
the hate's bitter in my heart, it tastes mad sour/
write rhymes releasin' tension, guide mines from each direction east to west end/
to see my bredrens eatin' even ain't the least to mention/
I seek perfection in the knowledge of God recieving blessins/
when He ain't respondin' my calls, I leave a message/
my dogs locked in the yard, East Detention/
West Detention, Donn, Panatang, wherever y'all recieved your sentence/
I know it's oftenly hard when you in need of friendship/
feelin' alone in that zone in deep depression, but yo.....

Hook

Life is too short to have sorrow/
you may be here today and gone tomorrow/ [voice sample]

verse 2

The Lord be my shepherd and restoreth my soul/
bless you with a verse that's purer than gold, record the scrolls/
in the booth, speak the truth until I'm forced in that hole/
and even then you'll feel the source of my soul through the course of my flows/
cold corpses git towed, laid in a shallow grave/
consequences paid for those raised in these violent days/
I found a way to calculate dough with no discussion/
through calibrating heavyweight flows on dope productions/
yo I gotta make it, contemplatin' power moves, conquer nations/
concentration be the main key, constant elevation/
long awaited, peeps know this shit's hot kid/
TTT where true underground hiphop lives/
I won't give into the propagandas, my block's bananas/
where they chizzle rock and sizzle shots from poppin' hammers, cops with scanners/
....wanna lock us in slammers for our ockward manners/
but we stay choppin' grams up to make our pockets fatter...feel me?!?

Hook

Life is too short to have sorrow/
you may be here today and gone tomorrow/X4

Track titled Life Is Too Short feat. Bambino, prod. by Sludem, soon to be released on the Bambino album, watch out for that, 1

Sleep Sinatra
05-19-2007, 09:21 PM
damn homie i heard ur audio an shit b4 i even seen dis yo keep doin ya thang an hit me on the pm gotta ask u bout a collabo possibly

Bigot Hitman
05-21-2007, 09:59 PM
verse 1

life is too short to waste over liquor, weed, hoes and cash/
I know the math, when I was younger goin' halves, blowin' sacks/
didn't know the facts, until my soldiers passed, then my older gramps/
nearly made the toaster clap, holdin' emotions back/
couldn't fold in half, and let depression/
control the wrath of my agression, devil lookin' for a soul to grab/
I need a spliff every half hour/
the hate's bitter in my heart, it tastes mad sour/
write rhymes releasin' tension, guide mines from each direction east to west end/
to see my bredrens eatin' even ain't the least to mention/
I seek perfection in the knowledge of God recieving blessins/
when He ain't respondin' my calls, I leave a message/
my dogs locked in the yard, East Detention/
West Detention, Donn, Panatang, wherever y'all recieved your sentence/
I know it's oftenly hard when you in need of friendship/
feelin' alone in that zone in deep depression, but yo.....

Hook

Life is too short to have sorrow/
you may be here today and gone tomorrow/ [voice sample]

verse 2

The Lord be my shepherd and restoreth my soul/
bless you with a verse that's purer than gold, record the scrolls/
in the booth, speak the truth until I'm forced in that hole/
and even then you'll feel the source of my soul through the course of my flows/
cold corpses git towed, laid in a shallow grave/
consequences paid for those raised in these violent days/
I found a way to calculate dough with no discussion/
through calibrating heavyweight flows on dope productions/
yo I gotta make it, contemplatin' power moves, conquer nations/
concentration be the main key, constant elevation/
long awaited, peeps know this shit's hot kid/
TTT where true underground hiphop lives/
I won't give into the propagandas, my block's bananas/
where they chizzle rock and sizzle shots from poppin' hammers, cops with scanners/
....wanna lock us in slammers for our ockward manners/
but we stay choppin' grams up to make our pockets fatter...feel me?!?

Hook

Life is too short to have sorrow/
you may be here today and gone tomorrow/X4

Track titled Life Is Too Short feat. Bambino, prod. by Sludem, soon to be released on the Bambino album, watch out for that, 1


You call up too short in oakland an askem' to hop this track wit you

bloodyhookz
05-22-2007, 03:51 AM
word, sounds good, I always was a fan growing up to Too Short, made my mackin' game more tight, lol, real talk!!!

Bigot Hitman
05-22-2007, 10:45 AM
Since i'm 16 i didn't grow up listen'in to'em but my brother gave that "get in where u fit in" "players" and sum other one wit a song wit ice cube called a bitch is bitch. Entertainment wise, he's one of the best mc's imo wit all his albums goin atleast gold.

J.T.S.
05-22-2007, 02:26 PM
Wow Hookz i didn't know u had a thread killer verses in here, i'll critique some soon!

bloodyhookz
05-22-2007, 07:01 PM
good lookin' out, and yeah, this thread is basically where I store my writtens for tracks that are already made, and note to the biters, my shit's COPYWRITTEN!!!

I've done heard already about some lil faggot who comes out here and takes peoples pieces and claims it's his, word to all artists, git your shit copywritten, PEACE!!!

bloodyhookz
05-22-2007, 07:05 PM
Since i'm 16 i didn't grow up listen'in to'em but my brother gave that "get in where u fit in" "players" and sum other one wit a song wit ice cube called a bitch is bitch. Entertainment wise, he's one of the best mc's imo wit all his albums goin atleast gold.

well, I have like 12 years on top of you and I can tell you this much, you have a good taste in music, 'cause alot of people won't give Too Short his proper due, but what I really love about Short is, he was the first dude to say he was going to retire [just so he can triple his sales] and came back into the game like WTF!?!, you can see where rappers like JayZ took that concept from, Too Short is the original pimp/gangsta rapper from the Bay area who molded a whole generation of rappers, once again, bigups to Too Short!!

Bigot Hitman
05-22-2007, 09:15 PM
I listen to all generes of rap for real, South shit like UGK, devin the dude, scarface, 8ball & mjg, older outkast, ludacris, the clipse, west coast shit like too short, ice cube, a couple of game songs, little bita pac, sum eazy e, then my east shit, like the Wu, Grand puba, monsta island czars, nas, d-block, a couple of 50 songs like fully loaded clip an ski mask way, older mobb deep, older kool g rap, big l, early Common albums, prince po, canibal ox, redman ect.

Matter fact the only type of rap i don't like is shit like pharcyde, kanye, an tribe called quest, where its alittle too soft, an' the rappers kinda preach too much or just sound bad. Plus i don't listen to mainstream rappers that just throw punchlines or talk about pussy diamonds an weed unless they do it in different ways like too short an redman do.

Just thought i'd brag alittle about my music to whoever cares.

bloodyhookz
07-30-2007, 07:59 PM
my verse

yo who the illest?, they lyin', my gorillas and lions/
villainous tyrant militant alliance, kill you in silence/
we evolutionize and build wit da science, applyin' energy/
the feelin' of dyin', the realness defyin' my enemies/
TTT and Tragic Allies combining mentally divine/
potentially through due time we shine eventually/
credentially the greatest, so haters just keep grillin'/
street villains on a quest to see millions to feed children/
peeps feel us, Sludem wit da beats, speak fluent wit da street slang/
make 'em dance like shootin' at ya feet, BANG!/
who wanna war wit carnivores and get they flesh eaten?/
best breathin' in the game, aimin' at your chest region/
left weezin' in the rain, blame it on your feeble ways/
shot you in your weasel face for plottin' on my Frito Lays/
cock back, the heat spray, faster than minute sex/
and I got gats from VA, blastin' Virginia tecks, it's over!!!

track titled WHAT HAVE I DONE? feat. Tragic Allies {Estee Nack and All Purpose}, and Bambino prod. by Sludem

to peep this banger right now.... click www.myspace.com/bambinottt to peep this crazy joint!!! PEACE!!!

Sleep Sinatra
07-30-2007, 08:03 PM
yo raw shit my nigga we GOT 2 connect 1 of these days

keep on smashmode yo cant wait 2 hear ur shit drop an wuts good wit the mixtape/dvd?

1hunnid

bloodyhookz
07-30-2007, 08:11 PM
my verse

The whole world not ready for this G'd up swag/
we throw grenades at gay parades, spaz and beat up fags/
go to war with politicians, cops, judges and devils/
forever grimy,... we stay holdin' a grudge in the ghetto/
aim precisely with the semi-automatical weapon/
it's straight grizzly, fall back or learn a valuable lesson/
I ain't a killa but don't push me, I've been patiently waitin'/
to put it on ya, look it's drama if you makin' that statement/
I done lost too many soldias to this life that we livin'/
it's only right I hold the mic and do what's right for the children/
and lifers in prison,... and A-alikes unrightfully given/
that same punishment....we wild out and fight with the system/
so fuck the government, these two glocks'll stifle your wisdom/
snipers on the rooftops shoot cops, strike wit precision/
and never miss, we west-bound Trench Town Terrorists/
westnile mosquito, Bino creepin' through your terraces/
illegal Desert Eagle, peeped you sleepin' on your carelessness/
like WHOOMP! THERE IT IS/
...had the drop on him 'cause I knew- where he lived, it's Straight Grizzly!!!

track titled STRAIGHT GRIZZLY feat. Tragic Allies {Estee Nack, Code9, Purpose} and Bambino prod. by Sludem

to peep this banger right now.....click on www.myspace.com/bambinottt
it's STRAIGHT GRIZZLY MOTHAFUCKAS!!!!!!!!!!!

bloodyhookz
07-30-2007, 08:28 PM
verse 1

Oh can it be real?, my fantasy fulfilled lampin' in mills?/
to see whole family build?/
keep it gully, own land in Brazil, my people hungry, throw some lamb on the grill/
but still we need our own mansions to chill/
for the bread I know some mans that'll kill/
git shot dead wit hot lead the cold cannons reveal, so stand in the field/
I flow randomly ill, this shit is crack/
and I ain't ever chizzled packs or sold a gram of the crills/
I go mad from all the anger that's built/
the chrome hammer concealed will leave you toe-tagged, branded and sealed/
spin the globe and throw the planet off tilt/
you see me cruise to the top?, I'm in control wit both hands on the wheel/
been a pro 'fore I was handy wit skills/
handed the will to manage, still they try to knock me off balance like standin' on stilts/
...it takes a grown man to handle these bills/
and only fam can understand what I feel, so branish the steel....

HOOK

We pop off, killin' these trax/ you know I rhyme hard/
grind hard, buildin' these stax/ you know that time's hard/
we network, make connects/ step first I'll break your neck/
TTT we cakin' next/ so go ahead and hate the flex/
x2


verse 2

I carry the weight, calm cat carefully waitin'/
for combat, cock back, I'm airin' the place, bury a snake/
...I'm tryin' to flip cribs through various states/
and live big, but wit dem rich kids...we barely relate/
so spare me the hate, the world ran by the arian race/
jake be tryin' to take over and make the area safe/
fuckin' wit fams, you'll face a great terrible fate/
ball bearings break through the barrel, tear through ya Bapes/
unbearably break your backbone, barbarian ape/
compared to great...your shit is whack holmes, prepare for ya wake/
it's warfare where more perish for cake/
the pound totin', rounds smoke, git found floatin' in Ontario Lake/
so dare to debate?, git laid out starin' in space/
wit da same expression on your grill like Nancy Kerrigan's face/
inherit the grace/
a true livin' legend in his prime, designed to take the world over with these terrorist traits!!

HOOK

track titled Grind Hard feat. Bambino prod. by Sludem for that TTT EgWest dvd mixtape, stay intune with the realness, PEACE!!!

J.T.S.
07-31-2007, 03:19 PM
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope ,dope!!

bloodyhookz
08-10-2007, 08:57 PM
ey yo, real hiphop over here mothafuckas!!!

NASTY NAK
08-11-2007, 09:54 PM
Bino when two countries gonna connect god?

bloodyhookz
09-24-2007, 09:45 PM
haha, yo I've been connectin' the 2 countries, matter of fact I connected the murder capitals, Toronto to Boston homie, soon time though, git at me Nack, 1

bloodyhookz
09-24-2007, 09:53 PM
my verse

It's just the world that we live in, struggle and survive/
starin' trouble in the eyes, stress doublin' in size/
vexed, bubblin' inside, souls hover in the sky/
another mother cry, the government, love it when we dyin'/
...hustle and we grind, some shuffle wit a nine/
Ceauguez it's realer though, you feel your soul tusslin' wit crime/
but we overcome adversities/
son it's street wisdom, while the younger g's listen and the older ones converse wit me/
the Holy Son eternally be holdin' my soul/
my flow be...controllin' the globe to blow universally/
Bambino, C Flowez, we see dough, affirmative/
shine forever yo, that Triple T glow be permanent/
...so Slu bless 'em wit a classic/
it's ill like venereal but real life material we mastered/
until that day we free from the cops, I still bun trees wit peeps on the block/
yo peace to Young Ceauguez, we meet at the top! 1

track titled 'Made Me' feat. Bambino and C-Flowez aka Da Young Voice [my little homie comin' up, 16 years old]
produced by Sludem for TTT and Diamondare Ent.

to peep this new mellow banger click on www.myspace.com/cflowezewc PEACE!!!

bloodyhookz
12-14-2007, 06:30 PM
my verse

Live from the Mega, survive under pressure, we ride for this cheddar/
keep my mind focused, both eyes on the treasure/
strive for perfection, time's of the essence, I need gwop fammo/
dem Triple T block vandals 'll leave your spot ran through/
stay bent like teapot handles, I'm not content until.../
my fam lampin' twenty mill, alot of weed to smoke/
the thought of being broke sends me chills/
watch them screwfaces quickly turn to friendly grills, we bang on you Henry Hill../
rappers wit those gimic deals, it's real when the battle's on/
snitches gittin' killed for tryin' to build wit da babylon/
westmega screwfaces, shady cats night roamin'/
strike potent, tool blazin', waitin' for the right moment/
I need some clarity, it's tearin' me inside/
from all the stress upto my neck son...can bury me alive/
but I ride for my bredrins and we comin' for bread/
up in the lab gittin' twisted, 100 blunts to the head!

Hook

It's consequences, enemies...snakes/ [Young U]
it's kinda cold when you livin' in the Screwface.../ [Young U]
Capital, but yo we do what we have to do/ [Bambino]
Bambino, Young U, make moves international/ [Bambino] x2

track titled Capital, featuring Bambino and Young U, prod. by Rich Kidd

to peep this tune click this link and follow the directions.....

www.element416.com go to the audio section and you can find it from there, PEACE!!!

bloodyhookz
12-14-2007, 06:41 PM
here's the link to play and view the track, Capital feat. Bambino and Young U prod. by Rich Kidd, enjoy!!!

http://www.element416.com/audio/music.php

MaXiMus Da MaNtis
12-15-2007, 10:04 PM
here's the link to play and view the track, Capital feat. Bambino and Young U prod. by Rich Kidd, enjoy!!!

http://www.element416.com/audio/music.php




Yo I Aint Gonna Front And Lie Bino ...I Dont Do That .......Your Verse Was On Point But I Aint Feelin The Second Dude Production Was Sick But Dudes Voice Was To Grimy To Flow Dat Slow Naw Meen .....Nice On Your Half

Visionz
12-15-2007, 11:27 PM
The consistency in ya work is amazin man, keep droppin those hits , .........and where's the mixtape at?? the music is quality enough for money mayne

BambinoTTT EgWest
01-13-2008, 05:32 PM
yeah homie, good lookin' out on the love, new TTT/Tragic Allies U.S. to Canada mixtape hosted by J-Love droppin' this month, and the new TTT EgWest Bluenight dvd drops in a couple months, big movements poppin' on this side, watch for me 1

BambinoTTT EgWest
01-29-2008, 08:27 PM
It's been a life of hard time, grime, struggle and pain/
I still smile, when without satisfaction to gain/
I'm still wild, aroused by da scent of the dro/
meditatin', let me center my soul,...I feel calmer/
life in the trench is suspenses and ill drama/
so I hook up wit a beat, when we meet its' a real honour/
raised wit da poor and the needy, I praise God/
spit pain in the form of graffiti, my brain storms/
same song on and on, we grind everyday/
so we find anyway to git it, time never waits/
my rhymes medicate your mind, relax to da groove/
it's 'bout time we blow and make these international moves/
I'm tryin' to see Japan, Italy....London and Germany/
it be the fam Triple T yo, hundreds emerge wit me/
from Marlee Ave. to Dufferington, and we all crew/
and for the rest of the world, I'm tryin' to see y'all too!!


HOOK-[voice sample] 'my body' s here.... in the city' x2

last verse 8 bars

My body's here in the city, this concrete paradise/
when terror strikes you swear it's like... 9/11 farenheit/
...we scuffle and beef, police wanna tear my rights/
...we hustle to eat, the freaks all appear at night/
you scared of hieghts homie?, we 'bout to git higher/
bless me with the air of life and a mouth full of fire/
reppin' straight up out the streets of Toronto/
it's Bambino, C-Flowez, sendin' shoutouts and peace to Legato!

Track titled 'I See Y'all', feat. Bambino and C-Flowez aka The Young Voice, produced by Sludem
track will be on my page during the week, peep that shit out and leave a comment, PEACE!

Sleep Sinatra
01-29-2008, 08:50 PM
heads dunno don, wait till they peep the shit we cooked up my nig, Badlands 2 Egwest nahmean?! ima lace sumthin 2 one of the joints u sent me either 2mro or thursday fosho, hit u wit that in a min my nigga
100

BambinoTTT EgWest
01-30-2008, 05:02 AM
my ninja

BambinoTTT EgWest
03-09-2008, 09:43 PM
to view the track for the lyrics above, click www.myspace.com/bambinottt PEACE