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Paranoid
05:02
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PARANOID
In God's name we lust / for dough some bust
don't know whats trust / so tell me whats us
both tried to break me / burn a dutch in disgust
till my flesh turn to dust / on the grinds a must
so whats just / trial by fire / a jury of liars
got me searching for the truth / like a blow torch & pliers
I'm tired / but my body don't get it / forget it
I can't / got it embedded in my head / seen it coming
so I prepare for the worst / & make it my best
gotta let'em breath to learn how to put'em to rest
after that / let'em sleep so they ain't up to the test
it's survival of the fittest in this game of conquest
rarely a jest / no smiles never the less
these clowns act funny like this game's a circus
and if it's all about money / they ain't worth a pay check
you can bet that they collecting of the next man sweat.
Hook
So who you trust / who you lust
who'd you bust /shhhhhhh
keep it quiet / I know too much
so I ain't got time / don't talk too much
feel the chill before the silence
keep your game under the counter
keep you gun under the counter
Every move is crucial / you's a fool they use you
watch what you're use to / who ya choose to
stay true to / those that do for me
like I do for / them homie that's what crew for
trying to rape the land / so you pimp ya folks
can't fuck wit my click / ain't in the mood for
2 face bitches & side winding' snakes
so the mo y'all hate / the more I shine so hate more
tough luck hard times maintain we pray for
see that's life / some get / more than they paid for
you're fake if you say I'm / too true to be tasteful
or fronting if you say there's no more room to make dough
this biz breed greed that spread kill slow
infect our seeds / they grow blind & hateful
watch'em rush to choose sides / but how few are faithful
you see not knowing who's who makes it hard to stay true.
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2. |
Audionarcotics
02:38
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You need to be ready
for the first dose of many
a drug unlike any
effects got plenty
addicts I got many
to pay their last penny
for a rush so heavy
I high so steady
a life few can lead
a skill some envy
a price to hefty
to leave your soul empty
these words so deadly
to lace my medley
the bass line tempt me
to fix my remedy
see I got a mean lean unstoppable tendency
it take
one dose to hit ya harder than 10 of me
I breath fire inspired by places ya sending me
I've been to hell & back ain't much you can do to me
It feels so right its blasphemous to mock it
any doubt is unreasonable
my hustle can't knock it
when it all started it was bout the art an not the profit
now I'm a mic fiend O.D-ing to fatten my pockets
It was all love till I did it like a drug
now its all bugged cause I never get enough
feels something like I don't give a fuck
one hit
got me going going going I'm gone
So by any means please
take my name
use it in vain
intravenous or slang
to me it all seem the same
it's all part a the game
it's traded for gain
it's all love till it change & you addicted like Jane
I mean
it was all good when it began
but if you dig too deep it'll fuck with your brain
you're doing it for the heads that's barely throwing you change
it's like they hate to hear you blow but love the sound of maintain
so the song stay the same though I try to refrain
I still give it till its gone making sure that it BANG
keeping these kids in a zone like I'm Ritalin
if you're brave take a hit & lets see if you can hang then.
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3. |
First Dose
02:29
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First Dose (lyrics)
I was a fiend, the second I stepped on the scene
burning out ya amp, when I take it to extremes
musically motivated, so when Hip hop started circulating
I took it to levels they called it...complicated
cause I grab the mic & won't put on an act y'all
they'll try to fake it & say that, I got gall
but that's cool, cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in your speakers
start poking holes in your tweeters
bring ya best game & I'll beat ya
I'm moves ahead but I'll reach ya
playa from field to bleachers
run game in Timbs or sneakers
they say..
Skila come to teach ya, keep it tight like 2 seaters
move a crowd like 2 heaters, control flow like world leaders
but fuck that!!!
we need a nation fulla truth seekers
instead of these, blind leapers & paraplegic speakers
my squad of brainiac bruisers turn ya team to bleeders
I hold a grudge tight like I do the link that will lead us
my mood stay grim, like Benjamin or the reaper
watch these freaks compete, see who can sell their soul cheaper
I keep my integrity, it make the pain sweeter
voice opinion like a loud speaker, lite sleeper, ring leader
slash zoo keeper that will make a true believer
when I let the animals loose when I'm getting the fever
for another fix, shit, I tried to stall it with reefers,
but it only get my mind working and will a lot weaker
dirty wife beater, wearing blue collar, double feature
can't make up my mind, I'd flip a coin, but I'm a cheater
potential over achiever, call shots like mind readers
y'all be biting your tongues with nothing to say either
I speak hurricanes, give'em seizures in my leisure
coldblooded flow like I formulated in a freezer
calibrated to be lethal, & this is just a teaser
so y'all can call it a rap, but these lines go much deeper
I've overcome steeper obstacles, I'm built to be a leader
but I'm still out here getting change like a parking meter
so if you catch me round the way or at a show, remember ya seen
another fiend of the microphone, Skila, Insomniac Dream!
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4. |
Gimme Dat
03:45
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"WE DON'T SEE YOU AROUND NO MORE"
THEY SAID I'D NEVER GO NO WHERE
NOW THAT THIS IS ALL I KNOW
THEY SAY I NEVER GO NO WHERE 2X
I walk the fine line between ambition & greed
aggressive way of thinking turning wants to needs
addicted to a game that turned out too many fiends
now running outta options my only choice to succeed
while your faith bleed out your knees praying you'll deserve it
God help those helping themselves so I take 2 servings
fuck it if I'm hurting as long as I get work in
y'all flirting with failure when deaths already certainly lurking around the corner
so I stay blocks ahead
percolating O.D-ing on caffeine, nuff said
circulating through the city jagged bars my pen bled
trying to scar the face of the planet before I drop dead
look man, I'm fit so fuck what the doc said
I can't afford mental health till I get that bread
to get my family fed I choice other means instead of decapitating muthaf%ers just to get ahead
KEEP ON LEARNING
KEEP ON GRINDING OUT
KEEP ON GETTING YOURS
FEELS LIKE I'LL NEVER HEAR THE END ABOUT THIS
KEEP ON LEARNING
KEEP ON GRINDING OUT
KEEP ON GETTING YOURS
BUT MAMA NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT THIS
I'm like a weapon speaking reckless when I blow ya mind
mind-state big as Texas when it's gear to the grind
waste a minute waiting is senseless if money is time
can't spend a cent or a second till I pocket whats mine
no blocking our shine
rhyme to bold skull too thick
pressure fold'em, hits holding bitch take your pick
follow codes that keep me cold from birth I've been sick
y'all lose control trying to hold dead weight you will slip
no shit Skila built to last iron clad shit
on the edge of madness some thought I passed it
see my fate
so I reach with a steel grip to grasp it
one part of a legacy to last past the casket
small task I speak brass & past that
unleash wrath on tracks ya'll could worry or match that
a fury enduring to strong to hold back
so I spit flow let go, y'all can hold that
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5. |
Fight Or Flight
03:15
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They say I'm strange and abrasive
call me a fucker of mothers
would be like a father to brother
but I got caught up like others
picked the streets over my home
and sent hellos from the gutter
pulled off the blindfold
they knew I'd never recover
let them see the red in my eyes
I watch their souls shudder
I've seen dreams die
because of fantasies of others
that squeeze
fatalities into fallacies they utter
so please
your knees are dirty when you lie you stutter
go ahead
try to hide you'll find
it only uncovers
the lies you lay your lives on
quicksand you fuckers
I ain't learned it cause I heard it
to surpass I've suffered
backstabber and throat cutters
I've had my last supper
now I'm starving
keep sipping you suckers
yall be slipping I be carving
a chunk out the fucker
clock's ticking times warning
every second get rougher
plot thickens and I'm storming
you won't know a thing
until you go under
Run and hide
or stand and fight
live to breath
not to lie
pray all night
but why ask why
live to die another day
Run and hide
or stand and fight
live to breath
not to lie
pray all night
but why ask why
live to fight another day
I fought and fled
bluff and called
cut'em and bled
born to be free
better off dead
its human they said
mistakes that I'd live to regret
made my own bed
I can't sleep so I fuck'em instead
about a buck fifty-five
pounds of hard head
couldn't change my mind with a sledgehammer to the head
ducked cops, shots and cars one time left of dead
took aim more than once but I never bust lead
took blame once to much
God forbid its them
when you open up your heart
sometimes its hard to defend
fighting hate with hate
sometimes its hard to pretend
showed them fucks I was hurting
they took the bait in the end
got'em
shock hit'em like I shot'em with adrenaline
popped them with the medicine
to not sleep again
I opt to op outside the block I'm living in
can't see me being stopped by this prison they say we in
Run and hide
or stand and fight
live to breath
not to lie
pray all night
but why ask why
live to die another day
Run and hide
or stand and fight
live to breath
not to lie
pray all night
but why ask why
live to fight another day
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6. |
Satisfaction
03:29
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Yall suckers can't see me but you smell me coming
a million miles and running without a gun I'm stunning
dumbning out attacking a track like I'm heading hunting
brains busting them over drums lay'm down crush'm
I rush em over the ledge, tongue double edge
they say its all butter but I'm missing the bread
bugging about to snap noose down to a thread
can 't live ready to die cause then you're already dead
more madness from the morbid mind fuck to move you
twist your spine when its time to groove to this
automatic phlegm spitting rap addict
making that racket
you can't stop it like bad habits
they trying to keep it together
I'm bout getting it cracking
while you asking what happened
your girls backing it up, shaking her thang
strutting her stuff pressing her luck
sparking a flame is never enough
now that's whats up
If its pussy or the paper or burning up a dub
I can't get enough
you can't get enough
lets pull this caper for the paper meng
the world ain't enough
I can't get enough
you can't get enough
Getting twisted on the low
that's whats up
shorty got beautiful lips
now that's what sucks
Cadillac on chrome
pick the lock to the truck
and empty rubbers in her mouth
now that's a slut
Skila said what
another sick fuck
here to kick out your speakers
like I'm hiding in your trunk
let it bump over sleepers heads
like a top bunk
wake up apologizing
if you even dream of popping junk
fully loaded Johnny Black rap
like a shot-tee I'm pumped
your story's fulla holes
I can see through the front
second guess and get stumped
fuck around and get stomped
if shorty got rump don't mean she get comped
I D with a thump big steps coming up
stand out like a stain bleed slow out the cut
fuck them hoes get doe
keep liquor in a cup
100 hundred times 4 mil
it ain't never enough
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7. |
The Promise
03:01
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Watch your step
OK
My life like I O D'd on caffeine and cocaine
my grind on till breath gone I refuse to refrain
my speech burn like butane
on Richter's scale still weigh
enough to leave'm shook
whenever my word play
like I'm
off the books haters can't see me get paid
I'm so
off the hook like someone else is to blame
so just
play the rook
step to the side or move straight
don't come at me crooked and force me to
twist your fate
it take
just a look and these fuckers screw their face
like
how he got skills and not a felony case
and
how he know the streets but they don't recognize his face
and
how he not a thug but get respect when in the place
I tell'm a tight lip
skin of my teeth
and God's grace
a tough team
no sleep
on the low holding an ace
if you ain't prepared to go the distance
don't even jump in the race
this is
a sleepers nightmare
they can't keep up with the pace
Every word, every breath
every move, every step
every promise I kept
I ain't playing
From my birth to my death
for my fam & my set
outta love & respect
I ain't playing
Wise up keep your eyes
wide round me
size up big traps
flapping gums round me
tough talk never bust no
gun round me
line up wait your turn
to take a chuck outta me
hold up
in the jungle animals wilding
rise up
bring'm down like big game hunting
times up
so repent like your worlds ending
I'm about to pull off big plans
like its a small thing
sure win Skila thing
so hot its scalding
Turret's syndrome
more balls then Spalding
fuck that bitch shit
my flow be harding
a paranoid problem
far from solving
I grind till I'm balling
ball till falling
these cats claim to ride
but their cars are stalling
Skila I D
I be a beast evolving
tear up piece by piece
thats nature calling
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8. |
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Dug my way out of my grave holding my breath
all the dirt they shoveled on me my testing my strength
all that I gave left me empty, ain't even holding regrets
I saw the light finally when I crawled up from the depths
now dig this
no way I'm I joining the living dead
these women
is worse than zombies trying to get in my head
so eat brains in the least help me to relieve stress
while these haters lose heart trying to get it off their chest
I'm trying to get it through your skull and put it through your vest
trying to stuff it in your bird and drop it in her nest
with all the extremes we go through trying to reach success
its no surprise some would sell their souls trying to be the best
I couldn't give mine away so now I collect
I hear the grave keep calling but ignore'em to death
and the lord have mercy so now I feel I'm in debt
so when you see me know exactly what I'm coming to get!
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Skila New York, New York
Skila is an MC, Producer, Songwriter, & native New Yorker. Taking skill, integrity, & wisdom and turning it into a style, simply breathing. A founding members of Insomniac Dream, he produced and is featured on both their Mix CDs "Hello From The Gutter 1 & 2. In 2009 he released his solo album, Audionarcotics, which he produced 11 out of 17 tracks. Now late 2012 his latest CD - Deadly Art Of Living ... more
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