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Droppen the Bomb
Disc 1
01. Definition of Nice
02. Truth or Game
03. The Calcutta Convention
04. Heat Seeking
05. Dark Riders
06. I Who Have Nothing (video mix)
07. Organized Ryme, Part II
08. Hell Up in Harlem
09. Call 4 Backup
10. Hons Start to Freak
11. Old School Tactics
12. Pass the Pitchfork
13. Unseen World, Part II
14. CDV Warning
Disc 2
01. Style Wars Excerpt (intro)
02. Execution
03. Just Like a Test
04. Strawberry Moon
05. End of the Innocence
06. No G'nus
07. Pump
08. Lyric Fathom
09. Fuck You
10. Swing
11. Pregnant
12. Therapy
13. Part Time Assassin
14. The Rap Race
[Buc Fifty: repeat 2X]
Born in fire built in this Empire
can't get no higher or stop my desire
Dark Riders, we be pullin all nighters
Never see us perspire building this Empire
[Verse 1: Mad Child]
Order the launch, blow the fuck out the insubordinate(?)
Blow the court at the plan can't change the coordinates
On course threatened by force, passed the limit
Mutilate the meak, terrorize the timid
Murder in a minute then its mission accomplished
Corner the confused then stomp with my accomplice
Figurisly we, disfigure at random
And still remain the most vain in this chain of commandments
Branded its the beast this is mad child unleashed
God bless the masterpiece one sinner within the peace
Release the hound, sound with a demented twist
Bent but the insentive is inventiveness
Pay dues, man come on I spent the went on this
Made the whirlwind of the experimentalists
No time for gentleness, I've got moves to make
Have fun ridin the same bus that I used to take
Chemical weapons specialist is here to diffuse
That shit you call the bomb because that's yesterdays news
Word Up
[Hook - Buc Fifty: repeat 2X]
Born in fire built in this Empire
can't get no higher or stop my desire
Dark Riders, we be pullin all nighters
Never see us perspire building this Empire
[Verse 2: Prevail]
The superficial, metamorphin their bodies to pixel
Tryna lose me 'cause they know I go for gristle
This will eventually run its natural course
And the weasels who ram-skin in the house of the lords
Us, the cannon-ball crushin misguided angel
Bent on performance in the symbol of our label
It's simple, the cradle to the grave and so fourth
You've heard other speaches by those breaching the default
Sea-Salt, Eye of Newt, Horn of Bison
I've sworn allegiance to the league of striking lightning
We fall when we choose and confuse you with patterns
The legend of the two who induced you like Dragons
We strike like swooping Gargoyles of Saint Catherine
I'm taking parts of hard earned parts unimagined
It happens, when lacking a variety of guidance
The good ones die young and dive in to the silence
[Hook - Buc Fifty: repeat 2X]
Born in fire built in this Empire
can't get no higher or stop my desire
Dark Riders, we be pullin all nighters
Never see us perspire building this Empire
[Verse 3: Prevail & Mad Child]
[Prevail]
The torment, of getting caught up in the moment
And having to be on the receiving end of my orbit
This axis, acts as light and dark passage
And guides me passed the sticks, river floating caskets
Promoting collasping lungs and charcoal tablets
The howling wolfpack who dwells in outgoing maddness
Cage driven in rage livin in vains of access
Engage the driven and incisions are the process
[Mad Child]
Check the flipside of the coin, Dark Riders preform
Words rip right through ya skull tucked inside the storm
Its hard to hide if your warm, blooded, we sense heat
Predators that feed off flesh to make ends meat
Here's a garuntee, Death is instantaneous
Mercilously, me maim the miscelanous
Conquer all my challenges by reaching within
Then mad child leaves with the screech of the wind
[Hook - Buc Fifty: repeat 2X]
Born in fire built in this Empire
can't get no higher or stop my desire
Dark Riders, we be pullin all nighters
Never see us perspire building this Empire