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Song title: "Up In Smoke"
Produced by: Juliano
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(Intro)
Goin' up in smoke
We're goin' up in smoke
We ain't got no hope,
cuz we're goin' up in smoke [2x]
(Verse 1)
You could say that I'm totally blunted, cuz my brain got more potholes than most of the roads in New Brunswick/ You can find me at your local drug spot, smokin' so much pot my eyes burn cuz they're so bloodshot/ I never use Visine cuz it ends my buzz, I use a fuckin' coffee grinder to blend my buds/ and clean the crystals out, once a week - roll a bomb like Tommy Chong, a cone joint as big as my arm/ Load the bong wit hydro, a double or single; shit so potent, you smoke it and your nose hairs tingle/ Grab some munchies, Pringles, inhale the L - and hotbox the shit outa bathrooms in hotels/ Smoked as hell, alcohol and shake: make some oil - then get stoned, fried, zoned, high, baked and broiled/ Mary Jane is my girl, and she's also my main dogg, I prefer to live my life surrounded by gray fog, cuz I'm....
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
(Goin up in smoke) Puff puff pass
(We're goin up in smoke) Smoke that grass
(We ain't got no hope) No hope, none...
(Goin up in smoke) Just dope, son
(Goin up in smoke) We goin up in smoke!
(We're goin up in smoke) So take a fuckin' toke
(We ain't got no hope) It's no fuckin' joke...
(Cuz we're goin up in smoke) We goin up in smoke!
(Verse 2)
Mary Jane on my brain, clinically insane, hot-knives - doin some blades, THC in my veins/ Hot pipe in my pocket from receivin' the flame, burnin on my leg but I'm baked: I can't even complain!/ No matter what color hair is on it, I'm very chronic...puff, puff, pass, quick - while there's a cherry on it/ Ain't no such thing as an unnecessary bong hit, a quick drag of the Zig Zag to carry on with/ I been a fan of this cannabis since the age of 12, dropped the khakis and hair gel soon as I smelled/ that garden greenery, easily I knew I could sell my whole stash to fellow students before the bell/ It wasn't long before I forgot how to spell, how to multiply and divide, so then I got expelled/ But FUCK high school, I got my GED by myself...then my diploma got lost in the mail.
But OH WELL! Cuz I'm...
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
Monday, November 15, 2010
Ginsu Raw
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Song title: "Ginsu Raw"
Produced by: DNA
Written by: DNA, Monark (J. O'Shea, J. Thomas)
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(Verse 1 - DNA)
The most righteous emcee on the circuit, ladies throw money at me for my album like I'm thievin' they purses/ I don't write rhymes, I compose the evilest curses, and when I bust I'ma thrust balls-deep to the cervix/ Me and haters don't mix like peaches and turnips; something that you rarely see like a hermit/ Take notice while you can, I'm a man that can speak and it's perfect, I'll make a mermaid reach to the surface for sweet service/ Tell me, what's the difference 'tween peoples and persons, I need to see a decent piece of insurance/ I'm a freak, and the way I spew heat it's like I speak from a furnace, remain a student but the teachers can learn it for my sake/ Mind-rape all y'all just to see if it's worth it, admission ain't quite as cheap as the purchase/ Muthafuckas better know, when I flow, that I creep and it's burnin' like blank CDs, even mp3's are converted
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
We bring it raw, we give it to ya, more, every bit as fluent
Y'all better listen to it if you wanna be included
Get sliced with my ginsu, our purpose is to end you...
Bend you, contort you and torture you, anything we can do
We all up in your venue, makin' you feel the skill within you,
Supervising, the saga will continue, and
DJ's ain't never spinned you; we well beyond your reach
Fredericton veterans, Rivercity, reppin' Freddy Beach
(Verse 2 - Monark)
--lyrics not available--
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Song title: "Ginsu Raw"
Produced by: DNA
Written by: DNA, Monark (J. O'Shea, J. Thomas)
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(Verse 1 - DNA)
The most righteous emcee on the circuit, ladies throw money at me for my album like I'm thievin' they purses/ I don't write rhymes, I compose the evilest curses, and when I bust I'ma thrust balls-deep to the cervix/ Me and haters don't mix like peaches and turnips; something that you rarely see like a hermit/ Take notice while you can, I'm a man that can speak and it's perfect, I'll make a mermaid reach to the surface for sweet service/ Tell me, what's the difference 'tween peoples and persons, I need to see a decent piece of insurance/ I'm a freak, and the way I spew heat it's like I speak from a furnace, remain a student but the teachers can learn it for my sake/ Mind-rape all y'all just to see if it's worth it, admission ain't quite as cheap as the purchase/ Muthafuckas better know, when I flow, that I creep and it's burnin' like blank CDs, even mp3's are converted
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
We bring it raw, we give it to ya, more, every bit as fluent
Y'all better listen to it if you wanna be included
Get sliced with my ginsu, our purpose is to end you...
Bend you, contort you and torture you, anything we can do
We all up in your venue, makin' you feel the skill within you,
Supervising, the saga will continue, and
DJ's ain't never spinned you; we well beyond your reach
Fredericton veterans, Rivercity, reppin' Freddy Beach
(Verse 2 - Monark)
--lyrics not available--
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Lady Love
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Song title: "Lady Love"
Written/produced by: DNA
Year: 2007
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
My lady love, she know when somethin's up, like, what up buttercup - give you yet another nut/ She was a stunning one, mind was a cunning one, I picked a funny one, I had to pay the price, shit/ I had to cut her up and butter up another buck, her luck is better, when she rock the cheddar time is never up/ She be my lady love, my lady love...uh, my lady love, a cut above
(Verse 1)
Eyelash-battin' passion, an imaginative chick; lady love got me sprung with her magical kiss/ Any man gettin' with her, satisfaction is his...backpackin' Europe, eatin flapjacks with syrup/ I got a mad batch to burn up, she got the action, word up - beauty is the compromise/ Like, is she really that pretty inside, or, is she in disguise, or, can she be defined as a hoe?/ Yo, I dunno, but I'ma see how it go; the most that she can do is be a disobedient hoe/ Mind-game master, but she ain't deceiving me, no - I like her though, she better than a lot of people I know/ Butter sun-kissed breeze in her hair, I gotta say she took my breath, left me breathin' for air/ And I could see she was scared cuz the commitment was there...baby, I ain't like it either, but we need to prepare, so take care, yeah
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
(Verse 2)
Baby-makin' ladies should be baking cakes, not acting shady, never made it past the 80's fashion but that ass amaze me/ She can't escape me, love or hate me, like a drug she got me right where she want - woman, where's the love?/ Share it like a square of gramma's fudge, I never was a stand-off once, but you best get your hands off son/ This dime is mine, sparkle and shine, so divine; one-of-a-kind figure, that booty big and it's wide/ Used to go for boat rides in '05, she so live, when she get the lingerie out son, it's showtime/ And she respectin' her man too, she never create trouble, she never too much I can't handle/ At the beach, bikinis and sandals, take it back to the suite, up in the hot tub surrounded by candles/ That's right, baby boo, yeah you know how your man do, yo - you got me feelin' like a part-time vandal, lady love...
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
*This song is essentially about girls who are triflin', in that they try to hook you in by faking pregnancy, acting crazy and irrational in public and/or around your people, etc etc ... you know the type. Drama bitches; gold diggers.
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Song title: "Lady Love"
Written/produced by: DNA
Year: 2007
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
My lady love, she know when somethin's up, like, what up buttercup - give you yet another nut/ She was a stunning one, mind was a cunning one, I picked a funny one, I had to pay the price, shit/ I had to cut her up and butter up another buck, her luck is better, when she rock the cheddar time is never up/ She be my lady love, my lady love...uh, my lady love, a cut above
(Verse 1)
Eyelash-battin' passion, an imaginative chick; lady love got me sprung with her magical kiss/ Any man gettin' with her, satisfaction is his...backpackin' Europe, eatin flapjacks with syrup/ I got a mad batch to burn up, she got the action, word up - beauty is the compromise/ Like, is she really that pretty inside, or, is she in disguise, or, can she be defined as a hoe?/ Yo, I dunno, but I'ma see how it go; the most that she can do is be a disobedient hoe/ Mind-game master, but she ain't deceiving me, no - I like her though, she better than a lot of people I know/ Butter sun-kissed breeze in her hair, I gotta say she took my breath, left me breathin' for air/ And I could see she was scared cuz the commitment was there...baby, I ain't like it either, but we need to prepare, so take care, yeah
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
(Verse 2)
Baby-makin' ladies should be baking cakes, not acting shady, never made it past the 80's fashion but that ass amaze me/ She can't escape me, love or hate me, like a drug she got me right where she want - woman, where's the love?/ Share it like a square of gramma's fudge, I never was a stand-off once, but you best get your hands off son/ This dime is mine, sparkle and shine, so divine; one-of-a-kind figure, that booty big and it's wide/ Used to go for boat rides in '05, she so live, when she get the lingerie out son, it's showtime/ And she respectin' her man too, she never create trouble, she never too much I can't handle/ At the beach, bikinis and sandals, take it back to the suite, up in the hot tub surrounded by candles/ That's right, baby boo, yeah you know how your man do, yo - you got me feelin' like a part-time vandal, lady love...
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
*This song is essentially about girls who are triflin', in that they try to hook you in by faking pregnancy, acting crazy and irrational in public and/or around your people, etc etc ... you know the type. Drama bitches; gold diggers.
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Sunday, November 14, 2010
Give It 2 Me
(Verse One)
My name is DNA, nice to meet ya - I'll tell ya bout myself, born and raised in New Brunswick, I never had the wealth/ Tried to sneak through school, but never had the stealth, hip-hop's the butter, I'm the heat that's gonna make it melt/ Every mistake I dealt came back to haunt me, lettin' out frustration with Bic pens and Sharpies/ Generally not cocky when I step in the room, never carry weapons 'cause cemetaries never get full/ I was born on Easter Sunday, 11am - my fam was at church when my aunt brought my moms in/ Came out wit a pad and pen in my grip, the neverendin' descendant of independance, every sentence is sick/ Sometimes, I think I'll never get rich...and unbeatable opponent is a nemesis, bitch/
Oh, you know it, I'm a poet with a generous gift, watch the pendulum spin - you know not what this robot spits/ An android wit a Fischer Price toy in his fist, open fire on you til you're char-broiled to bits/ I'm not an animal, I live inside a bottomless pit, a shrunken stomach's what I got 'cause food's not on the list/ I wanna capture love, bottle it in - cuz I personify the better way to rhyme in every song that I'm in
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
Now, it seems to me
like everybody wanna party when they need to be, less easily,
influenced by what they be doin on the TeeeVa screen
you wanna give a head a credit, better give it to me
Just give it to me
I said, give it to me
You better give it, gimmie, give it, gimmie, give it to me
I said, give it to me
Bitch, give it to me
You better give it to me, gi-gi-give it to me
*This song is actually about how people lie about nonsensical shit that doesn't matter, and how these types of people need to quit making excuses in life when it affects others' lives, because it always does. By me saying "Give it to me", I'm essentially addressing these types of people with nothing short of a commanding order to surrender their claim to responsibility, whatever it may be, and hand all of it over to a "higher power" to be taken care of for REAL. Like "If you ain't man enough to handle the important issues in your life, hand em over to someone who will do it and do it RIGHT. It might sound like it, but this is not a religious song in any way. I'm not a biblical emcee.
My name is DNA, nice to meet ya - I'll tell ya bout myself, born and raised in New Brunswick, I never had the wealth/ Tried to sneak through school, but never had the stealth, hip-hop's the butter, I'm the heat that's gonna make it melt/ Every mistake I dealt came back to haunt me, lettin' out frustration with Bic pens and Sharpies/ Generally not cocky when I step in the room, never carry weapons 'cause cemetaries never get full/ I was born on Easter Sunday, 11am - my fam was at church when my aunt brought my moms in/ Came out wit a pad and pen in my grip, the neverendin' descendant of independance, every sentence is sick/ Sometimes, I think I'll never get rich...and unbeatable opponent is a nemesis, bitch/
Oh, you know it, I'm a poet with a generous gift, watch the pendulum spin - you know not what this robot spits/ An android wit a Fischer Price toy in his fist, open fire on you til you're char-broiled to bits/ I'm not an animal, I live inside a bottomless pit, a shrunken stomach's what I got 'cause food's not on the list/ I wanna capture love, bottle it in - cuz I personify the better way to rhyme in every song that I'm in
(((HOOK/CHORUS)))
Now, it seems to me
like everybody wanna party when they need to be, less easily,
influenced by what they be doin on the TeeeVa screen
you wanna give a head a credit, better give it to me
Just give it to me
I said, give it to me
You better give it, gimmie, give it, gimmie, give it to me
I said, give it to me
Bitch, give it to me
You better give it to me, gi-gi-give it to me
*This song is actually about how people lie about nonsensical shit that doesn't matter, and how these types of people need to quit making excuses in life when it affects others' lives, because it always does. By me saying "Give it to me", I'm essentially addressing these types of people with nothing short of a commanding order to surrender their claim to responsibility, whatever it may be, and hand all of it over to a "higher power" to be taken care of for REAL. Like "If you ain't man enough to handle the important issues in your life, hand em over to someone who will do it and do it RIGHT. It might sound like it, but this is not a religious song in any way. I'm not a biblical emcee.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Krazy Toons
We got all 4 Fantastic 4 up in the place, and Jughead's halfway in the fridge stuffin his face/ Archie Andrews be like "Get outa there yo, don't make no fuckin' mistakes, just eat a muffin and wait - the G.I. Joes is here/ Ronnie, hold my beer, they 'bout to know this stranger...and quit chillin with them Rescue Rangers just 'cause they famous"/ Where the FUCK is Batman when you need him? What you make in 2 days is loose change to Bruce Wayne, if you've seen him/ Wonder Woman's slobbin' dick, blowjobbin' on Juggernaut and shit, making me slightly nauseous but the option is order/ Captain America didn't make it while crossing the border, got caught with a quarter of hot marijuana/ Silver Surfer in the corner gettin' polished by Storm, Cyclops watching, jealous - tryin to read their lips like boxes of porn/ Betty and Reggie been steady since the top of the morn', sick of tropical storms and said "Let's go to Gotham, it's warm"/ I know I knew these devils with Fruity Pebbles and Froot Loops, I got busted and ran from Tucan Sam but he followed his beak/ I buy a comic book at the mall every week, more fun than novels to read, and plus they're economically cheap/ Work started, Moose is gone for the week - so Midge is at MY crib, but I always gotta tell her "Watch for the teeth"/ Hamburglar-man servin ya grams, full of meat, no bull in me cuz Wolverine told me not to trust cops in the street/ I'm chewin' beef strips with Heathcliff, Underdog's the beatsmith - start a crew with them and Garfield, call us the MeatHeadz/ A drinkie down the hatch, and a drinkie for the pain, I cause sparks on narcs, NARF like Pinky for your Brain/ Stayin' stinky every day - I'm a Marvel running on DC, the alkaline, Duracell, ultimate new species/ Pockets are full, jingle, with Rocky and Bullwinkle fighting nazis on they're property, droppin' they're own singles
This verse was originally written for "Krazy Toons", a song Monark and I dreamed up once upon a time back in '08. "Krazy Toons" is a conglomeration of cartoon characters, comic book characters, etc. made to act crazy and "adults-only" so to speak. Monark had a dope verse for it as well, but this blog is for DNA's lyrics, and I don't remember every word anyways of his verse.
There is a beat made for this song, produced by myself in 2008.
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