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3. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?
What is “The Grimy Awards”? The best way to describe it is a collection of songs I wrote in tribute
of my life’s most important influences. It’s kinda like my own personal awards show delivered
through beats and rhymes.
NOTES ON “PAUL BALOFF”
I was always creative, even as a kid. At age three or four, I regularly destroyed my bedroom walls with crayons, leaving crude Gene
Simmons and Maurice Sendak inspired hieroglyphics splattered across any blank surface I could find. Through my early obsession
with KISS, I got into music. I had a portable AM/FM radio before any kid I knew had one. Then I got a Panasonic boombox &
started making my own mix tapes. I really dug Michael Jackson, Blondie, Hall & Oates, Billy Joel & KISS. Before I knew it though,
my favorites flipped to Run-DMC & Iron Maiden. I was already jamming out on the used bass guitar my Uncle Howie had recently
given me. At the same time, instead of paying attention during 6th grade math class, I was scribbling raps in my notebook, trying to
create my own version of “Jam On It” or “Roxanne, Roxanne”.
Growing up in NYC during the ‘80s was crazy. Hardcore hip hop was happening right outside my window around the same time I
first heard that story about Ozzy Osbourne - the insane maniac biting the heads off bats and throwing them into the audience. This
blew my mind and captured 100% of my attention. Musically, anything defined as either subtle or introspective was not for me. I
gravitated towards the more aggressive stuff. Back then, my favorites were Slayer & Rakim. Those were my heroes then & they still
are now. So are Public Enemy, Cliff Burton and NWA. So is Rick Rubin. And so is Paul Baloff.
As a writer, this song is exactly where my head was at in the mid-80s. When I was fourteen, this would have been my anthem. No
chorus, no traditional structure, just one long-ass verse of uncensored mayhem over grimy drums. The more things change, the
more they stay the same. The 1986 radio conversation between me & Paul at the end of this song was found accidentally when I was
finishing up “The Grimy Awards”. It was on a dusty TDK cassette that I hadn’t listened to in twenty-five years and luckily never got rid
of it. Salute to 93.5 WRTN for keeping me up ‘til 6am every Saturday night with my finger on the record button. “Midnite Metal” &
U68’s “Power Hour” were my heavy metal holy grail. So was Metal Forces Magazine, L’Amours & Zig Zig Records on Avenue U. Rest
In Peace and a “Kill All Posers” salute to the late, great Paul Baloff. This song is for you.

4. paul Baloff
Disastrous appetite
The last massacre fantastica ambassador
My castle’s like Vlad Dracula’s
Bath of blood - Blast the snub - Plastic gloves - Laugh at love
My heart is pitch black like a panther cub or a cancer lung
Call me acid tongue - Hit hard like Black Sabbath drums
Like an assassin does - Big silencers & massive guns
Cooked in the mind - The first to blast ‘em & last to run
Look in my eyes, you’d think that Manson had a bastard son
Cast aside after dancing out a rancid cunt WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?
Tabs & lines got me ranting & trashed inside a trance on drugs (W. Braunstein)
I shovel snow up to my dome until my hands are numb Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)
Bundles of dope I know my uncle would be amped to touch Produced by ILL BILL
A smorgasbord of enormous whores & trashy sluts Voiceovers by Mr. & Mrs. Quiles
Nasty ass & jugs happily jack me ‘til I’m blasting cum Cuts by DJ Eclipse
And stay swerving into murder & perversion
Urgent when we’re inserting lysergics in the virgin
Cadaveric maverick savages ravage the average PAUL BALOFF
(W. Braunstein, J. Connoy)
Evangelist family to famished cannibal sandwiches
Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
Edible funerals - Turn terrible to beautiful MoSS Appeal Music (ASCAP)
Sever dudes for food - Several medical tools are suitable Produced by MoSS
Troubled times - Some will live, some will die
Chewed out in a tomb found mummified
Shootouts in the summertime - Bubble crime
Devils might drive by - Genocide cenobite
Rebels strike hard like a metal pipe
Bark like a kennel fight - Sharp like a venom bite
Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night
Levitate & write everything God said to Christ
Hell awaits like Kerry King rocking metal spikes
Like Paul Baloff at Studio 54 live
“Ultimate Revenge Tour” VHS, all time greatest
Spray death here - Shoot the Llama from the elbow
Like James Hetfield produced the Piranha demo

5. Acceptance Speech featuring A-Trak
First & foremost a toast to my Mom & my Pop Lastly, I’d like to thank all my influences &
My daughter & my wife - There’s no one more important in my life various inspirational individuals
Without them I wouldn’t be alive in the literal sense & in the mind that got me in the music business -
They are my inspiration to grind - My reason to live I’m a fan first so I appreciate mines
Rest in peace to my grandmothers & my uncles Thanks to my fans, you’re my family -
Y’all molded the person I became & for that I love you I take pride in your support & every album you bought
It’s difficult to explain through lyrics how much I miss you Down for life - I love ya’ll for never doubting ya boy
Please accept any success I’ve achieved as a tribute Same way I love LL Cool J & Kiss
A testament to your impact & influence on everything I’ve ever did One made me wanna rock - The other made me wanna spit
You’ll forever live Rick Rubin made me wanna flip em both at the same time
I never been a religious person but still bear witness to a higher power Slayer & Scarface inspired me to write insane rhymes
Some only pray in their final hour - But I remain grateful for my blessings Thanks to L’amours in Brooklyn accepting my fake ID
Thankful to the most high for the many gifts whether present, past or futuristic Opened for Sepultura there when I was only seventeen
Blessed to be able to express myself through words & give thanks using lyrics Thanks to my band Injustice
Thanks to Ace London studios for letting us
Secondly, I’d like to address where It all popped rehearse when we ain’t have nothing
From Farragut Road to your block & shouts to all of ya’ll who said I couldn’t do it
Gargling booze & saw god sparking a doob You gave me the fire to kick down the door & walk through it
Marketing crude - Sharpening tools
We’re martyrs & goon shooters that shoot constant
modern day Goose Gossage NOTES ON “ACCEPTANCE SPEECH”
Ice cold though Siberian summers appear hotter
Quite bold like a Nigerian underwear bomber Musically, this is a tribute to the DJ. Big ups to A-Trak for
Dope war folklore - Coke whore smoke more blessing this joint with his turntable wizardry & salute to
Morbid epitaph - Sordid tortured past provoke more DJ Eclipse for doing the same throughout the entire album.
These guys are geniuses & deserve massive props for always
Try to stab me with a knife to be exact
killing it.
Spitefully attacked - trifling & wack - grimier in fact than any award or any rap
Any whore or any rat - Close the door on petty crap Lyrically, this song is saying a lot. Not only am I accepting
Very happy, thankful to my best of friends my own award, I’m also presenting awards to many people,
Had to cut ties with any of the very many snakes in the grass that left me for dead from family, to friends, to every one of you. Much love to
Dumped in the river - Swept in the ocean anybody that digs what I do & thanks for the love & support.
Heavy emotion - Stand firm though the end is approaching, I’m open I sincerely appreciate it.
(W. Braunstein, J. Makhno) Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/Junior Makhno Publishing Designee (SACEM), Produced by Junior Makhno, Cuts by A-Trak

6. Truth
I seen it all from what the truth should be, to what the truth is The only sure thing in life is death, shooters & bricks
As we evolve from what we used to be, onto some new shit Coka pure - Sniff white - Respect Lucifer’s gift
Rewrite the blueprint with true grit Death is only the beginning
Students of moving bricks & full clips or otherwise we just threw fists Heads exploded & spinning like the exorcist
Been breaking bad ever since before I became a dad or made it in Rap possession unholy & grinning
In truth, I still cater to that - Root for the villain getting paid in full spraying the gat Tell em welcome to hell - Enter the ceremony of winning
On the roof of my building getting brain - Taking it back Where I’m from sharks fly & the vultures are swimming
I was that projects professor The truth is gangraped while the world watches it horrorified
A white kid digesting Five Percenter lessons I copped from the brother selling incense Compulsively taped with flip cams then watch it tomorrow high
extensively studied Rakim & other emcees Shoot it like Columbine - Edit it & upload
Eventually discovered I spit rather intensely Then Youtube it online for derelicts & cutthroats
Now here I am speaking to everybody that be listening
That hardcore Hip Hop with heart like nitroglycerin
The type of Rap you feel in your cardiac
That grimy illmatical boom bap - Mathematical goon rap (W. Braunstein, P. Phillips)
Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/Soul Brother #1 (ASCAP)
I rise & laugh at the lies, analyzing the science of things Produced by Pete Rock for Soul Brother #1 Productions
In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king
The path of the divine crash into gunfire & brimstone
Adapt to survive - The spilled blood drys when the wind blows
Look to the past, see your future staring back at you holding a gat NOTES ON “TRUTH”
Holding you back and bearing ample fruit & opportunity
Get in where the fuck you fit in with unity
I hadn’t worked with Pete since “The Future Is Now”, so I was
We stand tall - What the fuck could you do to the assault literary?
amped when he sent me this beat. It has that signature Pete
Slaughtercult military - Necronomicon don Rock sound & I instantly heard the “...what the truth should
Occult visionary - Conspiracy host behold secret mystery scrolls be” line from “If You Got Love” as the set off point. The rest
Seen black satanic lesbian titties explode of it just fell into place. This is my tribute to truth. Everyone
fuck living on your knees, I’d rather die on my feet is in search of their own truth. My belief is “to each his own”.
Riots in the streets - Fistfights with riot police Follow whatever religion or belief fulfills you. As long as you
These lines I wrote potent like lines of coke aren’t hurting anybody, peace be with you, Kum Bay fuckin
A collideascope of the violent prone Yah & Hallalujah! Unfortunately, one man’s truth is another
That’s just me on a beat by Pete Rock n roll man’s lie, which always leads to a shitstorm of problems
between people. That’s why I also believe that “get in where
The excellence & inspiration of truth is the pursuit you fit in” is never bad advice.
It’s like an exercise for the mind like a .9 when it shoot
Testify with lies implied beside a mountain of proof
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Many have died for the fruit, organic & natural
Harvested from off the vine of verified indisputable factual & actual

7. Exploding Octopus
He was accepted to Harvard at 16 - Child prodigy
Math whiz specializing in complex analysis geometry
Earned a PhD in mathematics early
Youngest professor ever hired by UC in Berkely - A shortlived position
He resigned in ‘69 with no apologies, without an explanation given
Social anxiety mutiplied silently - Disconnected entirely from society
Built a cabin - Became a survivalist - Rejected electricty & modern scientists
He cooked his dinner in a fire pit & watched the stars from afar where Orien sits
The wilderness where the lions live
Primitive like the times of the giant pyramids the Mayans built
Then something caused his mind to tilt
A cause solidified successfully the very first time he killed
(W. Braunstein)
(CHORUS) Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)
Produced by ILL BILL
What would YOU do? How far would YOU go? MOOG Liberation Keytar by Scott Stallone
If you thought that you could change the world for the greater good
How would YOU know what’s right or wrong?
Try to play God - Mail a bomb to the CEO of a school or an airline
Do you justify murder for peace?
Do you believe that technology is the Beast?
Imagine if your iPhone disappeared - that would be weird
could you function in the world without technology or would you be scared?
Exploding octopus - Blockbuster in a six fingered hand
Booby trap a box & shock the populace with wishful plans
Initially ignored
Industrial society & it’s future, the manifesto of Kaczynski’s war
Life in seclusion - Bibles & bruises - Rifles & uzis
Devices with clues are designed to confuse the FBI & throw em off plan
Blowing off hands
Blinding people first - Soon the results were even worse
Became obsessed with teaching society a lesson with homemade weapons
To reach society’s perception
The Washington Post & the Times finally printed his manuscript
That was the tipping point that notified his family
With suspicion leading to his arrest
His brother recognized his writing style & mission of death
Ran up in his cabin & discovered undeniable proof of his guilt
16 bombs, 23 injured & 3 killed

9. Forty Deuce Hebrew ft. HR of Bad Brains
The truth has been cast aside - We’ve been duped into a vast mirage
I’m a cross between Master Fard and an astronaut
Murderous appetites - War games with transit cops
Virginal sacrifice coronate satanic gods
father of abombation like Manson’s pops
Blood ceremony homie - Make sure the dagger’s sharp
Crocodile briefcase - Exchange cash with sharks
Diamonds & golden guns - Smashing you with hands of bronze
Rather calm with the cameras on
Trapped between Tetragrammaton & Babylon
I’m a thousand horsepower when the Magnum bomb (W. Braunstein, P. Hudson)
With more than enough fire power to splatter ya’ll Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
It was a shootout at the Grimy Awards - I spent $90K in court Paul D. Hudson Publishing Designee (ASCAP)
Attempted murder & a prior assault Produced by ILL BILL
Beat the case - Rolled the dice & I walked Additional production + ARP Odyssey Mk III
like a Forty Duece Hebrew, play the corner with a mic when I talk by Scott Stallone
Cuts by DJ Eclipse
From gutter to glory - Another young hustler’s story
Learned from the mistakes of my uncles that done it before me
Blitz out with razors - Death, horror - Leave children crying
Skitz out like Slayer’s Felt Forum seat cushion riot
Young shooters bring a pistolful
Caught up in their crucifixion rituals, while worshipping Lucifer habitual
the streets raised me - I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan or Jay-Z
To be where I’m from is a great thing
While ya’ll daydream, I make things happen - Get things clapping
Spray things laughing - 18 I stopped takin acid
But it left a stain on my brain that remain massive
Doors of perception open ‘til they lay me in a casket
Until I stop making murder rap
because the bible was written by those who were convinced the earth is flat
& I’ll be dead before this war stops
Praying at the altar of the war gods - L’Amour Rocks

10. How To Survive The Apocalypse
If the apocalypse started today NOTES ON “HOW TO SURVIVE THE APOCALYPSE”
Some of us would try to hide & some of us would cry to God & pray
It’s a dangerous world on a fragile axis
Most of us aren’t prepared if society ever collapses I had this concept sitting around for a while before I finally wrote
Major volcanic or earthquake events it. It was just waiting for the perfect beat to come along & when
Tsunamis swallowing cities - Drown entire populations to death Les gave me this one, I knew it was the joint. Along with “Forty
It could be nuclear, biological or chemical war or martial law or Deuce Hebrew” & “Exploding Octopus”, this song represents
my love for skepticism, for questioning the status quo. It also
We could just run outta oil
represents my love for books. I have a huge library at the crib. I
Those with major health issues won’t survive have so many books, I probably still haven’t read over half of them
Anyone on dialysis or a respirator device will die yet. I believe being surrounded by books sparks creativity. Both of
When the power grid fails for days, weeks or months or years my uncles gave me their entire comic book collections when I was
Think about that possibility with fear a kid. I loved comics books even more than music back then, but
Power failure leads to no food or water, leading to collapse of law & order what I realized later is that more than just comics, I really loved
Then massive robbery & slaughter reading. I hated most of what I was assigned to read at school
Riots & looting, widespread violence & shootings though. I was more into playing Dungeons & Dragons and reading
Gun shop battles - Survivors take rifles & uzis Stephen King. Then I got a little older & discovered “Pimp”,
“Dopefiend” & “Behold A Pale Horse”. These books all struck a
Having guns ain’t the key to survival though chord with me & influenced my music heavily. So did the
They’re just a piece of a big puzzle cos it’s more about what you know Five Percenter & Ansaar books I used to cop on
Rockaway Parkway in Canarsie. They took
Practical skills are your most valuable tool
my mind into previously uncharted
Don’t fall into the same traps the amateurs do territories and beyond.
Buy your beans, bullets & band-aids cos in the last days money’s worthless
What’ll matter is what you have to trade
So practice raising a vegetable garden
After apocalypse you could survive if you’re an exceptional farmer
Old technology could be your salvation
(W. Braunstein, L. Fernandez)
study how the world survived before before modern civilization
Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/Psycho
Gaining water, food, shelter, fuel, communications Les Publishing (ASCAP)
& build weapons & tools they once used to rule nations Produced by Psycho Les
Share & watch each others backs Cuts by DJ Eclipse
Choose your friends wisely increasing probability of everyone surviving
But most of all build your self-reliance
Protect your family & make sure to always be prepared for violence

11. Vio-Lence ft. Shabazz the Disciple & Lil Fame of M.O.P.
(LIL FAME) (SHABAZZ)
I’m from where the murderers ride - If you heard that I died I’m from where the murderer’s ride - If you heard that I died
You probably vision me shot up & laying on a stretcher You’ll prolly picture me slumped over the wheel of my ride
Cos I ain’t the nigga to die from high blood pressure Drugs planted in the trunk being accused of a crime
My demise in the midst of a crime’s more fresher Orchestrated by Cointelpro The FBI
Look at his eyes - He’s ready to die, lord bless him Brains all on the dashboard cause my spirit to fly
It is what it’s gonna be - Ain’t much that worry me Wanna see me scalpelled wide, filled with formaldehyde
Get down whether it’s twenty of us or one of me Police the modern day Romans, stoning prophets with .9s
Gun boys ride with us - Niggas still get yapped Like the prophets and Black leaders for what they prophecied
Pistol whip the hall monitors - You know what time it is Hood Christ crucified - 2 G’s on my sides
Little nigga run up - Squeeze a couple shots in your shirt My Peter’s heater’ll slide cause my Judas demise
Test your vest out to see if it work (Cong Cong) I Pray I look my Angel Of Death right in his eyes
My niggas get high, get drunk, go ape You coming with me muhfucker - Finish this beef in the sky
Whip you out for about 20 minutes straight, then we rotate His last earth memories, the sight was frightening
Straight put the beats on `em, no breaks Hear thunder when the Hood Christ strike the lightning
Since way back in the days, nigga name hold weight Ain’t no fucking Hail Marys, It’s hail of slugs
And we still active, still mashin’, still aspirin’, still shinin’, still firin’ Braindead on your deathbed - Family pulling the plug
(CHORUS) (CHORUS)
Violence is a universal language
Nah nigga, you done picked the wrong nigga to bang with (W. Braunstein, D. Collins, J. Grinnage, Z. Raemer) Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
(Glung Glung) We murda ya, BK niggas get down & dirtiest Denysha,Ya-Ya Music Publishing (BMI)/Bamako Sounds Inc. (ASCAP)/
We bang, we give ‘em the whole thang Blind Man’s Bluff Music (ASCAP) Administered by The Royalty Network
Produced by DJ Skizz
(ILL BILL)
I’m from where the murderer’s ride - If you heard that I died
you’d probably picture a hollow bursting out of a .9 NOTES ON “VIO-LENCE”
& splatter me when it pop - Jerk me outta my prime Some people will say this song glorifies violence. They’re right. I’d be
My fam’d be mad at God - Cursing out at the sky full of shit if I told you it didn’t. But violence is necessary sometimes.
Cos violence begets violence & death rules everything around me Bottom line is, I don’t trust a grown man that’s never thrown a punch
D.R.E.A.M.S. are really nightmares in Kings County or been punched in the face. Anyone who’s ever been in a fight
& even though my daughter was born here, slaughter & war go on here knows that civilized society is a fragile agreement between goons -
You get your fucking wig blown off here an agreement to behave accordingly. That agreement can be broken
Let’s put a mirror to the violence - An electrifying spirit of defiance at any time though, and you should always be ready with firsthand
Visionary riots - Military science - Dignitaries silenced experience when it is. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying you have to
Ambassadors are assassinated be a killer or the biggest tough guy in the world to earn my respect,
From the boardroom to the block, assassinations are created but you gotta be willing to throw down when you’re pushed up
Murders are premeditated & orchestrated against the wall. Words are just words. At some point, words gotta
By symphony conductors sorta but sawed offs are spraying be backed up & that’s when joints get thrown. Nelson Mandela said
The rhythm of the gunshots is like a song is playing it best, “Non-violence is a good policy when the conditions permit”.
Speaking in the same tongue that God like to talk to Satan You shouldn’t have to do twenty-seven years in a South African
prison to appreciate that sentiment. Growing up in Brooklyn, NY, I
(CHORUS) can relate to it perfectly.

12. Acid Reflux NOTES ON “ACID REFLUX”
I was probably 15 or 16 the first time I dropped acid. Looking back
Reek of putrefaction & drugs, the acid taste often lingers on it now, it was a turning point for me. It somehow opened my mind
Susan Atkins licked the blood of Sharon Tate off her fingers & allowed me to immediately see through a lot of society’s fuckery.
Off the hand of Satan - Hot corpse masturbation That probably sounds crazy to someone who’s never tripped before;
Get my rocks off sparking a golf course assassination but those that have, know exactly what I’m talking about. I was always
Pistol whip & kill the rich - Triple 6 extra careful not to OD and take too much though. I’d seen people go
Extremely horrible like a beautiful bitch with a dick overboard with horrible results. Some of them never came back from
Every society receives the criminals it deserves the trip. Some either took too much or did it with the wrong people
Subliminal with the words & every visuals absurd at the wrong time. I was kinda like a scientist with it though. I always
Dope dealer storm dancers rain down chronic showers managed to keep the situation somewhat controlled.
The cult leader cure cancer with hypnotic powers
After a few years of fun with LSD, I finally had my first bad trip. I
Goon druggie tie-dyed psychedelic paint job
knew the best place to drop acid was home or among people I knew
Dune buggy drive-bys, heretics that hate God I could trust if things went south of heaven. I held myself to that
Red spider acid tongue - Death rider bastard son rule for a long time until one day I got bored & decided to trip at
Empire stand as one - Hellfire Canyon Club rehearsal with my band Injustice. We always had mad people come
Crocodile confessions occupy obsessions through & get smashed with us while we played. 40s & trees were
We personify homicide - We’re the essence normal during practice, but never acid. Long story short, a bunch
of weirdos I wasn’t kool with showed up & the vibe just got wack. I
“Death To Pigs” written on the wall in blood ended up hallucinating a whole bunch of fucked up & bizarre shit that
Pestilence & sickness - The war’s begun - Tripping in a coffin numb day. I slowed down big time after that trip. Around the same time,
Lift your tongue, put this underneath a good friend of mine got locked up for attempted murder under
Orange Sunshine - A hundred sheets the influence of enough LSD to kill an elephant. I’ve done a
Morbid dungeons & demons, a hundred deep shitload of acid over the years, but never a shitload
all at once. Doing that will fry your brain
Grimy tornado tyrants & independent souls
beyond the point of no return. That’s what I
Hawaii volcano - Private Jimi Hendrix shows call Acid Reflux.
I seen the symmetry of infinity clearly like Timothy Leary weary
Questioning every existent theory
Then we enter to the hallways of the always
Twisted like corn braids - Tripping like Grateful Dead tour dates
I seen Satan & God raping your mom (W. Braunstein, W. P. Mitchell)
Then they all melted away in globs & claymation blobs Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
Simulation - Playstation X-boxing - Death doctrine The Large Professor Music (ASCAP)
Altamont angels to murder sprees with Tex Watson Produced by Large Professor for
The shepherd sent a lamb to Bethlehem Paul Sea Productions
Pentagon - Nephilim - Sitting in the center of a pentagram Cuts by DJ Eclipse

13. L’Amour East ft. Meyhem Lauren & Q-Unique
(MEYHEM)
E train, last car - Ten deep - Left em drippin
Blackin’ out - Catchin wreck - Fly tags - Peace to Griffen
Sneakers was Scotty Pippen - Denim was probably Guess (CHORUS)
I’ve been Laurenovich since then, rocking my Snow Beach vest
Dolo fresh ox on - Polo Bear socks on (ILL BILL)
Freak dancin’ in the bashment with our glocks on Double L train Canarsie - FIB tags, drippy markers
Hard rocks, hammers and heaters - They kept the blocks warm Albee Square, Colosseum, 50 deep at Kings Plaza
Daily objective, being gone before the cops swarm Flat leavers, crack slingers, gat peelers, rap singers
Holdin’ techs - Never sex, we was not porn Blasting desert eagles - Turning tracks forever ether
Streets made us, then they raised us - We are not born While the war plane scatter nukes - Corpse paint splatter goons
Gang shit was on the rise, but most my click was neutral Sauteed magic shrooms - More strange antics soon
Don’t get it fucked up nigga, why? Most my click will shoot you Blasting “Paid In Full” - Dog day afternoon
(Blaow Blaow) without beads or a bandana Had to pay my dues, fought James after school
Bullets will make your face blurry like a bad camera I snuffed John Hayes in front of Captain Video, next to the Arch Diner
Peace to Queens, nigga, home of that fly shit Joey Haskell was with me too
Cop killa central - You die quick, what up though! That was before the gunplay & Dapper Dan jackets
Bootleg Timberland leathers & automatic ratchets
(CHORUS) before Artie Artalino blew his face off,
playing Russian Roulette after he vacuumed up an 8-ball
Latin Quarter to L’Amour East - We all beasts
From childhood to manhood in Kings County
From across seas to cross Queens - We all creeps
From my hood to yours, we represent it proudly
CBGBs to L’Amour East - We all beasts
Represent New York - Represent rowdy
Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef
Represent my whole crew - Represent Howie
(Q-UNIQUE)
I took the 6 train to the Bronx for infinity lessons (CHORUS)
Where the rise of the crack rock had the vicinity stressing
My Zulu medallion over whatever we was wearing in the late 80’s
We wasn’t born wild, we was made crazy
That movie Beat Street was so misleading (W. Braunstein, J. Rencher, A. Quiles, L. Dorrell)
Cos some of the breakers I knew were stick up kids that leave you cold & bleeding Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/Meyhem Lauren Music (ASCAP)/
It wasn’t a happier time - New York was a fuckin mess QLeeChan Music (BMI)/Almetta Drew Publishing (ASCAP)
Little yellow envelopes stuffed with skunk & cess Produced by Ayatollah
Then I’m in the back of the B train with a 4 finger ring & a gold rope Additional production by Scott Stallone
Didn’t look like a rapper, I looked like somebody that sold dope Cuts by DJ Eclipse
And maybe I did, cos back home was no hope
Or maybe because Rakim said he was no joke
And I wanted to be just like the god
Excel in my skill level plus life was hard
Dawg, it was more realer back then - You would either deal or rap
The industry snatched from Brooklyn - I steal it back

14. Power ft. OC & Cormega
(OC) (ILL BILL)
Yo! Behind the scene regime callin’ shots Another record label snitched but fuck it - You know it
Waving bait in front of have nots One love, kid - No, I’m not doing a bid
Lost souls from back blocks Try to throw me under the bus & ruin the kid
Everybody in their hood, feeling they all can rap But came back with full fronts & exclusive kicks
Thinking it’s a way out the trap Stay a step ahead - Always adapt, evolve, survive
School is lame, feelin’, they have nothing to gain Sharpen your knives, in other words, sharpen your mind
All they know is guns & cocaine That’s your most valuable tool
I can recall a moment in time when suits despised Rap always stay alert & wide open to learn at all times
Saying it was noise & nonsense The actual truth - Make opportunites happen
Once it became a voice fo the people Whether you’re a full-time student or rappin’
They saw dollar signs, artists got signed you’re responsible for your actions
Low level opinionated A&Rs from Arkansas had no clue what was going on No complaints - You ain’t got no time for that
Fast foward, cats shot to stardom (minus skill) nowadays I really can’t call it Cos time’s money & you’re in the red, not in the black
Evil seeds in place Get in where you fit in - There’s more power in packs
All I’m seeing is a wasteland built off drugs, money & self hate pop ‘em before they pop us in a shower of gats
From corporate back lots to crack spots, stock ops to chop shops
(CORMEGA) Way before you popped out your mom’s box
I might front but I won’t go backward
I’m every slave’s dream, I own my masters
Unlike most rappers, even if I don’t go platinum NOTES ON “POWER”
I live like I did, that’s all that mattered
They said I couldn’t do it, I did it, independent I’ve had three major label deals since 1996 and every one of them
With lyrics & dope producers for listeners - Potent music has been a huge headache. Putting out music independently has
No excuses - Only a chosen few show & proving to be always been my path. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been a fan of
True to cultures influence, resulted in mogul’s affluence corporate politics. Maybe I like knowing my failure or success
Revolution’s the only solution - Get back to basics hinges on something tangible; something that, for better or for
Stop chasing the illusion of vultures looming worse, I built myself. One thing I know for sure - I sleep better
Causing confusion - Regain the focus you losing knowing I own my masters, my publishing & control my own
The goal is improving the future of our culture & children destiny. Every artist deserves that kind of power.
The vocally gifted artist supposed to be winning
But those who be spinning are dick riding more then the women
Causing division by ignoring the feelings of fans who know what is missing (W. Braunstein, O. Credle, C. Mckay, L. Muggerud)
Hip Hop in it’s purest existence Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/Soul Assassins Music (ASCAP)/
Organimz Music Inc (BMI)/Cormega Music (ASCAP)
Produced by DJ Muggs
Additional production by Scott Stallone
Cuts by DJ Eclipse

15. When I Die ft. TIA THOMAS
I left you outside the gates of heaven - They wouldn’t let me in
I waved goodbye as you stepped within
It’s like hell on earth without you near, I named my daughter after you
So when she smiles it’s sorta like you’re still here
It’s kinda crazy how time flies - 25 years since my grandmom died
But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together
those happy memories are so vivid, they’ll last me forever
& yet you’re still here somehow - I still feel your presence
I credit you for my inner strength - I feel it in my essense
In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics WHEN I DIE ft. TIA THOMAS
I wouldn’t exist if you hadn’t persisted through the trenches of TING TRYERS
I wouldn’t have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence (W. Braunstein, T. Thomas,
Every verse I’ve ever written - Your energy is kinetic P. Phillips)
Though I’ve grown up, I’m still heartbroken, aching to cry Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
Hoping you’re the one holding open those gates when I die Brielle Publishing (ASCAP)/
Soul Brother #1 (ASCAP)
I left you outside the gates of heaven - They wouldn’t let me in Produced by Pete Rock for
I waved goodbye as you stepped within Soul Brother #1 Productions
It’s like hell on earth without you near. I named my label after you Additional production +
So when I rhyme it’s sorta like you’re still here Hammond B3 by Scott Stallone
It’s been a year - Still in shock about exactly what happened to you
Made a song for you called “My Uncle”
I was just rapping to you, just talking to you
I just saw you at my mother’s house, I can’t believe I just bought a coffin for you
We always feared that you would die from an overdose
God knows you loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole
But in the end, drugs didn’t kill you, cancer did
Why do good people die young? I don’t know what the answer is
All I know is I worshipped you as a scrappy kid
Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did
& that’s pretty fuckin cool, trust me
I was embarrassed when you started smoking crack
Honestly, it crushed me - Swept in under the rug
Started smoking weed & popping acid but managed to not do the uglier drugs
We grew apart after my grandmother died
Homeless, in & outta jail, we stopped relating to each others lives
But years later, we connected once again
Not just as nephew & uncle, but as homies, we were friends
Though I’ve grown up, I’m still heartbroken, aching to cry
Hoping you’re the one holding open those gates when I die

17. Severed Heads Of State ft. El-P
Let’s play Dungeons & Dragons on mushrooms & acid
Like Ricky Kasso, smoke angel dust & kill these hippie assholes
light the chemicals ablaze - Relevance appraised
Venomous exchange of terrorist acclaim - Inheritance of hate
Severed heads of state in a parade of chanting Satanists
Acts of heinousness are sprinkled on our plates like bacon bits
Swallow while you raise your fist in protest
Your true emotions camoflagued like God - It’s convenient like Amazon.com
& we’re all guilty as charged or just simply involved
Often brainwashed by quick money, loose women & cars (W. Braunstein, J. Meline)
But maybe that’s the way we’re meant to be - Ignorant mutants for nukes Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
Trapped in a matrix ruled by shooters in suits Definitive Jux Music (SESAC)
I think we’re more than that, I’ll quarterback Produced by El-P for
Time to clean our house & take our corner back Productomart Inc.
Put a message in the music - This is more than Rap
Or at the very least, it could be & it should be
so I gotta pay it forward cos I learned alot from Chuck D
& Henry Rollins - College was an empty promise for me
Music’s influence was way more honest to me -
Or maybe that’s just my excuse
Because I dropped outta high school at 14 to pursue music
It was all a dream
(EL-P)
Live in a still from the worst movie ever’s worst scene
Antagonists stand proudly in the stench of all their dirt sheen
Looks like God and them forgot to take their happy pills again, scream
Cos every sheisen eater from your nightmares getting top cream
Mud is the name you been given - Shit is for dinner
Your average beginner might wanna take a fetal position
I feel that, nothing’s promised but static & dirty conscience
Or waking up like the dawn is the start of another problem that’s real fact
Trust me the dustedest type of function’s you having to sit there
Grumbling while dummies run the discussion
So I’m a master of the numb it down drown the voices choice
Every drug invented got attention from me, desperate to avoid the noise
& I never learned a fuckin thing except I don’t know fuckin shit
All that I ever had was madness & the luck to get the chance to spit & I’ll take that
Cos by my calculations that’s as good as any day job
Thought I told you that I’m fucked, why you suprised I always stay hard

18. 120% Darkside Justice ft. Jedi Mind Tricks
(ILL BILL) (CHORUS)
Fuck the machine, I’m raging against the broke life
I love the cream - My satans inflate the coke price (VINNIE PAZ)
My demons & devils do the things that I don’t like This a perfect murder scene
& I detach myself from ‘em, I know it’s so trife A perfect murder by the perfect person
murder, assault, wild outta control type Brujeria verse, perfectly cursing the virgin
Worshipping at the altar of Ralph like a Lo Life What’s the faculty of energy? Perfect exertion
Dress correct - Heavy Metal emperor roll tight Call me majesty - My words are converged in a serpent
I’m obsessed with death - Heltah Skeltah like Sean Price Pussy bol left the war, they call it desertion
Load the tec, hear the sound of thunder I am dirty, I am opposite every detergent
No respect - I’m Boba Fett like Bounty Hunter If it isn’t Grey Goose, then it’s certainly bourbon
No remorse - Megaforce Records - Seek & destroy I write my rhyme in Beirut with a burgundy turban
We kill ‘em all, zip up the bag, bring ‘em to the morgue Hardbody Rap - Punch you in the chatter box
Bring ‘em to the coroner table & cut ‘em open, look inside of ‘em I would never walk the hallways unless I had a ox
What the fuck were they thinking? Someone lied to them That’s the reason why they put me in a padded box
Sold ‘em a dead dream, listening to philosophers I woulda never been a problem if I had my Pops
Going against me? Victory is impossible I’ll pull a mufucka card like a magic shop
Mossberg mean spittin several metal magic shots
(CHORUS) The heater hit the fuckin flesh like a cattle prod
My physical body’s the vehicle for wrath of God
Blood money & death - Darkside Justice - Trust nothing except Darkside Justice
Fuck love & respect - Darkside Justice - 120% Darkside Justice (CHORUS)
(JUS ALLAH) NOTES ON “120% DARKSIDE JUSTICE”
My raps scary, it escaped from my blackberry
Ya rap stays trapped, it’s fake & imaginary I always been a addict for sneakers & fly gear. I’m a deadstock
My rap full of gats & bad vocabulary Jordan hoarder & a Polo P-wing king. I was probably the first
My rap has drug tracks in blood capillaries rapper to rock Supreme and I still do. Another one of my favorites
It’s all cemeteries & about mortuaries is a Japanese brand called Bounty x Hunter. “120% Darkside
I ain’t saying anything out of the ordinary Justice” is their slogan. Big ups to JMT & C-Lance for helping me
Not unusual it’s the cult’s itinerary make this grimy salute. Throw it on & destroy something.
Attending funerals with adult contemporary
Weapons put you in blessings whenever necessary
Guns straighten paper better than a secretary
With just one shot, turn a jock into a jerry (W. Braunstein, J. Bostick, V. Luviner, C. Lanciani)
The glocks that we carry turn the Rock into a fairy Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
Murder for no reason other than monetary Black God Publishing (ASCAP)/
The Devil made me do it, it’s involuntary Pazmanian Devil Music (BMI)/C. Lanciani Publishing (BMI)
I keep clips of newspaper obituaries Produced by C-Lance
Behind a bookcase, with a trick dictionary

19. Canarsie High
Young mother smoke crack while her baby crys
Young brother sell crack, carry baby 9s
Baby face gangstas wile out, commit crazy crimes
Taking anything they want, without shame or pride
Stray bullet hit a pregnant mom in Bed Stuy
Lead fly - Final destination - Her death arrives
Was she in the wrong place or was she meant to die
& whoever’s responsible, they’ll never find
Fuck flippin’ burgers, servin’ milk shakes & fries
kids commit murders living in these last days & times
White kids, Black kids, any race applys
Shooting up their high school, Satan in their minds (W. Braunstein, W. P. Mitchell)
We see everything & yet we’re forever blind Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
Society turn away & protect your eyes The Large Professor Music (ASCAP)
Like a horror movie but you can’t press rewind Produced by Large Professor for Paul Sea Productions
Bare witness to reality or step aside
(CHORUS)
Are we learning how to live or learning how to die?
Building nuclear weapons & learning how to fly - I never graduated high school
I got my G.E.D. in the 10th grade & ran around Canarsie high
Young baby girl gave birth to baby girl
13, brought a little baby in this crazy world
I see the same story, every block, every borough
Every town, same situation very thorough
Very sad, baby girl never knew her Dad
Broken home, broken soul, ready to attack
Young dad doesn’t even know that he’s a father
& some do, but don’t care or care to even bother
Plenty good parents too, but bad situations
Young dad went to war in a distant nation
Proud American that wanted to participate
Sent home in a box or in a crippled state
We see everything & yet we’re forever blind
Society turn away & protect your eyes
Like a horror movie but you can’t press rewind
Bare witness to reality or step aside
(CHORUS)

20. World Premier
It was a commercial on the DNA & Hank Love show “The Future Is Now” joint “Rock Stars”, unforgettable
If you was there you know about the Lil Rascals studio The way he flipped “Above The Clouds” on the hook was incredible
In Jamaica, Queens - Doctor Def - Dude was a clown Society Is Brainwashed - Mind Your Business
But back then it was probably the cheapest studio in town This is a “World Premier” and I designed the lyrics like a grimy award
I went from watching Video Music Box with Ralph McDaniels When it’s time to record
To rocking 30 thousand people surrounded by cameras I attack the beatbreaks like a viking with a sword
First rhyme in ‘82, first band, ‘87 So throw ya muthafuckin’ hands up in the air like you don’t care
First time we played it through I doubt it was very impressive And make some noise for DJ Premier
But we kept on practicing and we got better with time
Practice makes everything perfect, now in my veteran prime
And it’s bigger than hip hop or being clever with rhymes
Cos I actually feed my seed with these endeavors of mine (W. Braunstein, C.E. Martin)
And it’s taken me ‘round the world several times Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/
It’s crazy what hard work & being focused can achieve, It’s amazing Gifted Pearl Music (ASCAP) Administered by KOBALT
My uncle’s favorite group was Gang Starr - I wish he was here Produced by DJ Premier for Works Of Mart Inc.
Rest In Peace to Howie & Guru & salute to Premier Cuts by DJ Premier
This is “The Grimy Awards” - When it’s time to record
I attack the beatbreaks like a viking with a sword
So throw ya muthafuckin’ hands up in the air like you ain’t care
And make some noise for DJ Premier
(CHORUS)
Say Preemo! (Preemo!) Everybody! Say Preemo! (Preemo!)
I went from dreaming about working with Extra P & Pete Rock
Put my mind to it & now they’re blessing me with heat rocks ACID REFLUX
Same thing with Muggs, the same thing with Preemo & the Beatnuts
My dream team - Inject them in your blood stream, you’ll bleed drugs (STU BANGAS REMIX - iTUNES BONUS)
Done four with Preem, but this one gots to be my favorite (W. Braunstein, S. Hudgins)
Was a fan before “Mass Appeal” or “Daily Operation” Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/ Thorton Melon Music (ASCAP)
Since before they dropped “Just To Get A Rep” Produced by Stu Bangas
I been a fan of Gang Starr ever since “Words I Manifest” Cuts by DJ Eclipse
And what’s my favorite Preemo joint of all time?
It’s either “Kick In The Door” or “N.Y. State Of Mind” or
“Ten Crack Commandments” or “Take It Personal”
Too many bangers to choose from - He’s too versatile

21. All songs recorded by: Scott Stallone at Found Sound, Philly, PA and Eden Braunstein at Busy B Studios, Kill Devil Hills, NC except
“World Premier” recorded at HeadQcourterz Studios Ltd. (NYC) with additional recording by: Rick DeLisi at his house in Amsterdam,
Netherlands and scratches recorded at DJ Buzz’s house in Vienna, Austria
All songs mixed by: Scott Stallone at Found Sound, Philly, PA except “Acid Reflux” & “Canarsie High” mixed by Large Professor at
In Ya Ear, Queens, NY.
All songs mastered by: Peter Humphreys at Masterwork Recording, Philadelphia, PA
Artwork by: SKAM2?
Photography by: Eden Braunstein
Graphic Design by: Donna McLeer for Tunnel Vizion Media
Management:
DJ Eclipse for Pay To Winn Management
Email contact: itsdjeclipse@gmail.com
Manufactured and distributed by:
Fat Beats Records
110 Bridge St. 3rd Flr. Brooklyn, NY 11201
Tel: 718-875-8191 Fax: 718-875-9297
Directed and produced by:
Uncle Howie Records
To contact us, write to: info@unclehowie.com
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23. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?
PAUL BALOFF
I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG IT’S GONNA LAST
ACCEPTANCE SPEECH FT. A-TRAK
TRUTH
EXPLODING OCTOPUS
FORTY DEUCE HEBREW FT. HR OF BAD BRAINS
HOW TO SURVIVE THE APOCALYPSE
VIO-LENCE FT. SHABAZZ THE DISCIPLE & LIL FAME OF M.O.P.
ACID REFLUX
L’AMOUR EAST FT. MEYHEM LAUREN & Q-UNIQUE
POWER FT. OC & CORMEGA
WHEN I DIE FT. TIA THOMAS
SEVERED HEADS OF STATE FT. EL-P
120% DARKSIDE JUSTICE FT. JEDI MIND TRICKS
CANARSIE HIGH
WORLD PREMIER
ACID REFLUX (STU BANGAS REMIX)
Executive Producer:
UNCLE HOWIE