every heard of Typical Cats?
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by dirtydigital2 Posts |
3 years, 3 months ago
 FREE DOWNLOAD Free sign-up! Dirty Digital***"SHOCKAH"Ep!!! **** 10 tracks written & produced by Qwazaar of Typical Cats & Silence of outerLimitz as DIRTY DIGITAL TrackListing: 1.) Swimming 2.) Bigguns 3.) Run On The Sun 4.) Shockah w/ Dude~N~Nem 5.) Sodapopinski w/ GLC 6.) Turn Me Up 7.) Grinding w/ Jaime Clemmons of Royce 8.) Tila 9.) Turn Me Up Remix By ScottFree 10.)Yours Truly free download available exclusively at http://www.LeftHouseRecordings.com and the press says this: "Dirty Digital is colorful music that fits into Chicago's gestalt of style and streets with something like you've never heard from their peers." -Jake Paine, Managing Editor HipHopDX.com "Dirty Digital are in the driving seat of 'Industrial' Hip-Hop, Kanye turned to Daft Punk when he should have stayed in his own city and worked with what was on his doorstep." -Melanie J. Cormish, Journalist Allhiphop.com, Nobodysmiling.com "Dirty Digital has established residency in the land of cross-genre experimental hip hop. Making renegade music that can be played at any party, be it hipster or hiphop." -Andrew Barber, Founder Fakeshoredrive.com |
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by dirtydigital 2 Posts |
3 years, 3 months ago
Dirty Digital- SHOCKAH (EP) Lyrics
“Swimming”
Came from the heavens (Chorus)
(2: Qwazaar)
(Chorus)
“BIGGUNS”
(Chorus)
Think we playing (3x) Think we saying Shit for nothing Think we bluffing Ha ha ha ha My big gun goes click blaow
(1: Qwazaar)
Steady thinking I’m playing I’m thinking dismantle “Carry hammers so big When I bust’em they break from the handle” I’m disgusted with ham mutha uckers thinking they Randall Yeah they slick But never slick enough to pick up my gamble I’m addicted to [Error: Error: ISHN 1-55860-281-X.9999.7272 000.43HSI000000.1.54. AAA.224.4333.4432. ] and busting To killing judges, fuckit shit on they panel Blow out the candle unload the ammo on a fraud for not noticing raw Bet they notice a flaw though Coming out of Chicago Should’ve told’em instead We went and got it from God (knows) A little more than they asking for but they ask for more A little more than they asking for but they ask for more The mike vick of this rap shit What am I passing for? Gimme my cash fore I smash ya jaw Rip stage not a runway Feminine , well some say When did this turn into a fashion war Dro in my system got me killing them with sound Strapped bomb to my chest make’em listen to me now Now that I have ya undivided attention I’m southside, ride or die in this bitch And I’m holding shit down
(Chorus)
Think we playing Think we saying Shit for nothing Think we bluffing Ha ha ha ha My big gun goes click blaow
~The End~
“Run on the Sun”
(Chorus)
No thumb on the gun My legs won’t move fast enough To catch the drum I run on the sun,
Calling it a gamble But we don’t lose Kiss them rings Shine them shoes Royce left’em with a hell of a bruise Silence told me it was all on the news We are the illest on this planet called hip-hop
(1: Qwazaar)
If I’m speaking logically honestly None of them nukka’s humming My policy is law My skill is a brick wall Not that I’m doing Something complicated or new It’s just the way that I move with the words I make it sound raw Everybody wanna do what I do But the fact of the matter Is what I do I do the shit better than you That’s why I’m standing on stage You looking enraged Taking orders I said I wanna water and a number 2 A number 2, motherfucker pay attention Was a cancer to the culture? Now the shit is in remission Let the rhythm hit him like the R did them Or let the slugs rip him where the lord split him See I could never be a martyr I’m a slaughterer I kill’em Rather have and not need Than to need and fall a victim Learned that lesson well When I was 12 ducking in the building Bullets bouncing off the wall raise agility and senses
(Chorus)
No thumb on the gun My legs won’t move fast enough To catch the drum I run on the sun,
Calling it a gamble But we don’t lose Kiss them rings Shine them shoes Royce left’em with a hell of a bruise Silence told me it was all on the news We are the illest on this planet called hip-hop
(2: Qwazaar)
Daddy was a marijuana smoking fool Never went to school That ain’t cool But I’m just giving you my truth just Gimme my 2 minutes My image my lineage Could never catch a blemish See my clique is too raw Already had the knowledge See from my father he taught it Now that my mind is evolving I see that demons revolve around every move I never knew we had so many followers Who carry tools it seems That sorrow be the theme Swallowing them dreams like Models who swallowed whole bottles And turned fiend see I’m One mean mother-ucker Spit another one in case you fuckers Need to hear it clearer I’m a trained killer admitted Addicted to that mirror In that reflection the only thing that I can see is the beast You want truth want proof Check the blood on the fleece No need to duck on these streets I grew on this block Now I’m the illest I’m the illest on this planet called hip-hop
(Chorus)
No thumb on the gun My legs won’t move fast enough To catch the drum I run on the sun,
Calling it a gamble But we don’t lose Kiss them rings Shine them shoes Royce left’em with a hell of a bruise Silence told me it was all on the news We are the illest on this planet called hip-hop
(3: Qwazaar)
13 years young in the game You don’t even know the name Or the pain that’s a shame cuz Share the same blood Share the same love Now they wanna try to pull the plug Leave not a stain on the rug When I leave shot Any motherfucker thinking he’s hot he’s not Got platinum on the teeth While underneath gums rot To the bottom of the lake Let’em sink make them think Let’em pray make them pay For all that shit that he’s got Never showed us no respect Only showed what they lack Cornball fake fuckers with the purse on the back Pink shoulder bag swinging Skipping up the block Screaming it’s hot Them 106 bitches love it a lot They love loving them lies I rip a hole from the sky Cause when I’m finish with this killing I’ma be so high Like I’m aiming for the knees But leaving 2 through the eye There ain’t a prize too heavy that my wings won’t fly
(Chorus)
No thumb on the gun My legs won’t move fast enough To catch the drum I run on the sun,
Calling it a gamble But we don’t lose Kiss them rings Shine them shoes Royce left’em with a hell of a bruise Silence told me it was all on the news We are the illest on this planet called hip-hop
~END~ “Shockah” w/ Dude-N-Nem
(Chorus)
Listen to this little di-dy we paint-ing on ear drums Listen (listen) Listen Here it come comes It’s a, It’s a Shockah shockah shockah It’s a , It’s a Shockah shockah shockah
(1: Qwazaar)
Dirty Digi Be the Beast 500,000 in the streets Every week We burn at least A hundred sheets Of quantum leaf If she lay me down to sleep Don’t hate because my soul is weak Hate because how dude-n-nem split syllables up underneath (ne-ne-neath) Wait a minute please pardon me Point us to where the red carpets be See mtv won’t front on we Like they did ye’ They must believe Qwavid Blaine from up the sleeve Pulling tricks p.i.m.p. C (see) Don’t look Don’t hate Don’t blink See there Look here Just watch my feet
(2: Upmost/Dude-N-Nem)
Boom shockah laka aka I am the witch doctor Doooga Uga Doooga E-Noooga E-Maaga aaga haaga Raise up Charlie, ya heel You know what we be on Out to damage rappers for real Neck full of chicken bones I am the great wizard The one behind the curtain You’re just a stupid coward You need some hot for certain We so original Us and Dirty Digital And we holla Chi-Town From the go down Get with it joe
(Chorus)
Listen to this little di-dy we paint-ing on ear drums Listen (listen) Listen Here it come comes It’s a, It’s a Shockah shockah shockah It’s a , It’s a Shockah shockah shockah
(3: Trygic/ Dude-N-Nem)
Every since the day of slaves We used music to give praise Then we used the same music To free our people from them chains Now we going through that phase Where we caught up in that daze Too much smoke Too much haze Got us brain dead for days Now they selling us those chains Only difference is they glaze Man what the hell is this The generation must be crazed And we do anything for them Even go inside the cage Take a life, don’t repent Then go inside the blaze
(4: Silence)
Listen to this little di-dy Oh so sorry Don’t take pity Cause we making it happen Not waiting any longer My city getting stronger Can not believe the hunger Turned into such a monster Ca-can you conquer what we on? When we rock hard When we rock hard Re-regardless re-regard this as none greater Style innovators (vators) Peace I see you laterz (laterz) You can find us on them elevators (vators vators vators)
(Chorus)
Listen to this little di-dy we paint-ing on ear drums Listen (listen) Listen Here it come comes It’s a, It’s a Shockah shockah shockah It’s a , It’s a Shockah shockah shockah
~The End~
"Sodapopinski” w/ GLC (Chorus) (1: GLC) To make my paper stacking up
~The End~
“Turn Me Up”
(Chorus)
You hear me calling your name I know it’s all such a shame Don’t have no time to explain Just want you to turn me up What can I do You know I’d do it for you But first I need on my cue Just need you to turn me up
Just want you turn me up (we turn it up)
(1: Qwazaar)
We turn it up My system thump My speakers bleed We turn it up I like it loud I make it bump You keep it clean We turn it up My bass is low I keep it low I keep it low Then turn it up My woofers fried Don’t give a fuck I get’em tweaked Then turn it up
(Chorus)
You hear me calling your name I know it’s all such a shame Don’t have no time to explain Just want you to turn me up What can I do You know I’d do it for you But first I need on my cue Just need you to turn me up
Just want you turn me up (we turn it up)
(2: Qwazaar)
Ooh they so mean Ooh they so cold That shit it bang I wanna roll Ain’t nothing change Switching lanes Got them thangs poppin You feel that rain dropping Yo shit it ain’t knocking Oh that was you talking? I couldn’t see you either Plus we don’t speak no evil But evil it fear my speakers of course Seek and you’ll find A way to turn it up There Fist, full of hair Oh yeah, pull there She like it rough Turn it up
(Chorus)
You hear me calling your name I know it’s all such a shame Don’t have no time to explain Just want you to turn me up What can I do You know I’d do it for you But first I need on my cue Just need you to turn me up
Just want you turn me up (we turn it up)
~The End~
“Grinding” w/ Jaime Clemmons of Royce
(Chorus)
You know my grind You know my shine You know my mind I’ma find my way I’ma make that mill (meal) I’ma pay that bill I’ma plant my seed I’ma pump my weight
(1: Qwazaar)
I’m talking bout 23’s 24’s North Pole On my lake On my side On my waist Still chrome How that taste Tell me how ya like ma’am Tell me what you wanna do I come through in hundred proof Bent on blacked out 22’s Bouncing on my left side Bouncing on my right System thumping Speakers tweeters Bump them motherfuckers right You know my grind You know my shine You know my mind I’ma find my way when it don’t look good Still got food on the plate So I plant my seed and I pump my weight
(Chorus)
You know my grind You know my shine You know my mind I’ma find my way I’ma make that mill (meal) I’ma pay that bill I’ma plant my seed I’ma pump my weight
(Break)
Heavy on the kick when the bass get low (3x) Whole face get swole when I smoke that ohh
(2: Qwazaar)
My son want a brand new go-cart Got me thinking that I want one too Along with a stretch hummer With it’s on Benihanas A spot in Amsterdam will do Maybe 1 or 2 Maybe one in Oakland I know they be smoking That shit be sticking to me like glue Not supposed to be a colorful metaphor More like the raw truth Just something that I do Thought I do well Though the pockets don’t swell If you judging by sales Then it’s really hard to tell With dash spilling thousand dollar liquor on heads Nukka sip that glass If moms knew about she would whip that ass Strip that ass Pistol whip you get that cash Fame only last for a minute So that cash I’ma get it Like I knew it all existed I’ma do that.. Then when I do that I’ma do this Then when I do this I’ma do that Then when I do that I’ma do this Who’s this? Who’s that… Move back
(Chorus)
You know my grind You know my shine You know my mind I’ma find my way I’ma make that mill (meal) I’ma pay that bill I’ma plant my seed I’ma pump my weight
(Break)
Heavy on the kick when the bass get low (3x) Whole face get swole when I smoke that ohh
~The End~
“Tila”
(Chorus)
Do that one more time for me Shine on me shine on me No need to worry There’s no clouds today
Do that one more time for me Shine on me shine on me No need to worry The sons come out to play
One more time for me Shine on me shine on me No need to worry There’s no clouds today
Do that one more time for me Shine on me shine on me No need to worry There’s no clouds today
(Break 1)
The word is what The word is word (x8)
(Break 2)
I’m gonna do my own thing (do your thing) I’m gonna do my own (4x)
(1: Qwazaar)
This be the illest shit I never wrote I swear the lord’s angels couldn’t sing a better note Get your telescope headphones and stethoscope If what you need we make it bleed another decibel A cold world we living in But see we love heat You know we love heat The vocal tones peak The kick drums beat Promised I’d never hit another marijuana bong But silence promised me an 8th and another lung We can get it on homie (ohhh weee) Every lyric every spirit that you feeling is heat We came through thoroughly You waited for so long Don’t worry me And please don’t hurry me That’s just common courtesy You cut off they sound You won’t murder we We prefer to lead the blind Than be the pawn token Knight takes rook and Kings get shook and Queens yelling good looking out
(Break)
The Word is word (x8)
(outro)
I put the needle to the groove but she still wouldn’t make a move double it up and I show you just what I’ma do I put the needle to the groove but she still wouldn’t make a move got game got thangs felt pain know the rules I put the needle to the groove but she still wouldn’t make a move C.h.i.c.a.g.o. you know I put the needle to the groove but she still wouldn’t make a move I got I got We go we got Dro
I’m gonna do my own thing I’m gonna do my own (x4)
~The End~
“Yours Truly”
(Chorus)
What I do with my life If I move with this mic Then maybe I can move with this mic And we finally can do what we like And the family can do what they like If we see we can feel Overstand what is real Understand and be killed It’s either that Or we take a stand here and we build
(1: Qwazaar)
I send my soul to all those Who died in the search for knowledge And for all those who died cause they got it Follow unjust laws without it My way of life I often doubt it Man I been drifting through these waves Since 89 as far as rhyme goes Nobody ever asked how old my soul and mind was These thoughts existed before I knew what a rhyme was But that’s enough about mine Lets talk about yours So many different paths and roads for you to choose from You got a hand full of pawns scared to lose one You never know the proper value till you lose some A lesson well learned Could’ve been better taught So you caught a few burns But everything is everything when you testing lifes limits It’s okay to dream But when you wake envision it still And never leave without inflicting your will So you can say say say…. That
(Chorus)
What I do with my life If I move with this mic Then maybe I can move with this mic And we finally can do what we like And the family can do what they like If we see we can feel Overstand what is real Understand and be killed It’s either that Or we take a stand here and we build
(2: Qwazaar)
1 for the sun 2 for the shine Get another 1 Cause we need a 1 for the 9 9 is for the ether the energy the light For my family , my enemies The reasons that I write So you don’t have to place that hot water pack on you back So you can act how you wanna act I never meant to hurt anybody from the choices that made It’s so hard to get adjusted to these new world ways But one day I promise you this father will be paid And my people will benefit From every penny that I save Go ahead and let’em pray It’ll be fine Remember to let’em pray for soul, spirit and mind Struggling to search for right words to define My timeline related to life Let’s call it the light Yeah I know some of the time I repeat myself In some of these rhymes But I can only be myself Leave it up to you to delete Or choose to accept My godbrothers know I love’em May they fathers be blessed I thank The All for the protection The pain and the stress The lessons that I learned on earth From dealing with death Taught me how to love others who don’t love themself taught me proper meditation and the value of wealth I put it together So you can have it as apart of your being Press play and experience the things that I’ve seen
(Chorus)
What I do with my life If I move with this mic Then maybe I can move with this mic And we finally can do what we like And the family can do what they like If we see we can feel Overstand what is real Understand and be killed It’s either that Or we take a stand here and we build
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by B/|nGerKat 3758 Posts |
3 years, 3 months ago
lolshocker
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by andross2939 Posts |
3 years, 3 months ago
Lame.
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