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Barbarians
02:57
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Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
Grab my sword, spread my wings, flying reckless through the snow
On the hunt for philistines, I'm diametrically opposed
No disguise when I strike, fast, it's a ghost shot you
I'm an oversized psychopath, the fangs of Nosferatu
A fucking Savage; breaking down all the upper classes
The knuckle-dragging assassins, whipped up a couple batches
of classics, to package in plastic and distribute to the masses
Rid you of all the wackness and turn your venue to ashes
The Invasion, I can't help it - my pens blazing
I bend phrases like contortionist rib cages
Have you so scared, I bet, every hair on your skin raises
I'm contagious, so sick, I offend patients
You the benign type, just chasing the limelight
So disposable, could've been quotable in hindsight
We'll be the next on your list, of course when the times right
And wouldn't give a fuck if The Source, gave us nine mics!
Kae G The Original Seed:
Invasion, witness the power of New Gods
You'll cower, we loom large with talons and huge claws
A tower of doom carved from mountains with dual swords
You cowards assume loss by power of brute force
The jowls of two dogs, the malice - the rude bark
Devour and ooze froth when challenged to who's raw
It's a given, the villain - foul from house Slytherin
Get down and bow this is, the crown, ya' found victim
The pound for pound sickest, insatiable rage listen
Amazing the grace, witness the vagrant in chain ripping
Restraints from his frame, given ya nasal and brain fission
you'll taste of the blade sticking, ya' face in a rape rhythm
no cape or crusade mission, grenades, and a tank this is
the hated, the gang spitting in faces of lame writtens
the fabled, the strange clique with deranged and insane visions
of flames ... 87 Octane ... Blame Bishop
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Kae G The Original Seed:
Live and direct, it's fire to pyrex.
The violence, vibrance, admire the milage
Conspire with convicts over pirated mob flicks
Compiling a long list of hydrogen bomb picks
The livest of all is, a Savage, I'm all in
The habits evolved, battled, and brawled to call this
The raw shit, I'm balling - copping you all coffins
Chopping with swords, saws - I'm mopping the floor often
Off in the morgue, mobbing - profits with soar, promise
Comments and cards calling my dominant squad flawless
No avant-garde nonsense, nah - I'm a stay (namaste) in the mosh pit
I'm god bitch, top-end - no stopping the progress
The monsters are marching, pardon the song the knocking
Obnoxious, imposters get sunk in the pond posthumous
Obvious the mantra is: conquer and kill a communist
The ominous - Savage Souls ... murder operatives!
Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
Savage Souls is like ghost and Tommy, we host a homi (homicide)
Spit a quick 16 at ya chest, that broke ya body
Then pick the meat clean off ya' flesh like moaning zombies
We're an elite team, get respect, it's more than a hobby
Your flow is sloppy, so maybe you should put the pen down
I'll win for ten rounds. I'm one of the sickest niggas in town
Fuck if my skin's brown, I'll end clowns - should've been crowned
There were no men found, only clothes and severed limbs bound
I'm slim now, acquired impeccable breath control
Now let the record show; the fire I set is a spectacle
Grab my testicles, prior to blessing a festival
After this episode, desire delectable vegetables
I don't do steak, half you dudes fake, caught a few breaks
The ape will make you move to a brand new state
Choose your fate, 'cause after I lift the Taurus: it's rigor mortis
-- Now a pine box is your living quarters.
Appollo Valdez:
Real desperado, skill rhyme pro, the streets is like a ill novel
Niggas pack steel: colossal, watching 5-0
They buy dope, the cops supply coke and rock to my folk
I'm cocking nines yo, this block survival
Thug pharaohs, tolerance gone, love was narrow
that is down to spit arms, double barrels
causing hollow tip songs, slug concertos
stash drug denaros, guns and flare yo
niggas rapping so lame with no brian, mug of a scarecrow
the war start, sidewalks collecting more chalk
bodies fall everyday like price at Walmart
The 44 spark, dead you cats with raw talk but carry fraud hearts
Even in the day, the underworld is all dark
Give me all your rings, I'm one with the gun
My eyes are the clip, loaded into my semi-auto brain and let one from tongue
Gat saliva, spray rapid-fire - rapping dialect pictures
Hieroglyphics spitting prophetic scriptures
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Carradine
03:46
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Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
I'm the core commander, a thesaurus, you poor with the grammar
Swing swords on camera with force like Thor's hammer
Absorb gamma rays transform to a behemoth
Defeat demons leap tall steeples and eat vegans
You's a toothpick, the size of a broomstick
Running loose lips will make me ruin the mood quick
Threw bricks, two fists hit him like Bruce Smith
Now he's toothless, bruised ribs, missing his new kicks
I think they underestimate come and test your fate
Cut the head off a snack and use the blood to redecorate
Don't ever start beef I'm the reason for shark week
Love dark meat my sharp teeth stops heartbeats
We dark siders, talented bar fighters
With small priors old niggas battling arthritis
And crossed wires. I spit sick. you caught the virus
Fuck them law abiders. my wicks lit and it causes large fires
Kae G The Original Seed:
My vices still grabbing at me, the path that I see
Is all low, no top - the lack of hapadasrhy
I tracked a mass of tragedy, savage and mathematically
half of the cats that actually knock are not that challenging
Battle me, I will happily - roast you and spray the kerosene
savagely, choke a rapper with rope - your David Carradine
Slow, your shoulders; very weak. Cold, your body barely
holding, there's no air to breathe - frozen my motive clear to see
Heresy, no comparing me - no emotion, no therapy
A bear, a beast - apparently, never sober coherently
Garishly, so embarrassing - terribly on a feral streak
Buried beneath a barrel, he's sauced - the cost varies each
Week, the bleak terror he keeps a drink, daringly
Feet to teeth, wearing cleats - needs to sleep, sparingly
Flee the streets, peril, he's evil - conceited pharaohcy
People will need a needle to ease on the dope, we carrying!
Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
I'm the number one draft pick; cummerbund hat fit
Jump up on a track and do a double tucked backflip
It's funny how these rappers get to mumble dumb slapstick
I'm troublesome run or get your bubble gum ass kicked
Wack shit is not allowed six-foot vicinity
A monster with the energy, my pen, shook the industry
Conquer all my enemies with no hooks or symphonies
The strongest infantry, history books will remember me
Kae G The Original Seed:
Like Kennedy, I'll get drunk and kill with no penalty
The hilt of each blade, engraved - contains filagree
The guillotine, the screams - our team, insane kill spree
the villainy, tyranny - byzantine artillery
Inspired by paramilitary, struck as one tragic
Suckers run, hunched and ducking from guns blasting
A doubled tongued dragon - dope and dubbed Savage
The master - stunting with nothing but dumb passion!
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Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
Call the medic, call the doctor and police - look yo, they mobbing in the streets
Another cop just shot his glock and dropped a father at his feet
Didn't matter that he was jogging, shopping, or at home asleep
Shits not sweet, so let's get it popping and load the heat
Or we could fair bare-knuckle brawl and watch these scared fuckers fall
Beware of the dog that made them think that they're above the law
Fuck being righteous, my aims in the league of snipers
I can slap box with wolves slay, demons and breed tigers
You need writers, Savage Souls is top of the food chain
Rocked with a few names came up on Nas, Big Pun, and Wu-Tang
An Outkast, let's see how long your fuckin doubt lasts
End up with your mouth smashed, I silence loud cats that spout trash
The south has undeniable talent, drink wine with a salad
Work 9 to 5 and write rhymes trying to find me a balance
Don't mind the challenge just need the people to listen
I'm evil and twisted, very lethal and equally gifted, muthafuckas
Kae G The Original Seed:
A savage and a brilliant mind, my greatness ill-defined
When patience fades, it's amazing - Van Vander vilified
No pills and I'm off balance - a challenge ill-advised
The villain's eyes, so focused on filth - you'll feel the vibe
Optimize the soul of a Barbarian
Cold in the heart, carrying motive to start burying
Soldiers like Von Erich kids - Holy, the god terrorist
blowing ya' spot - explosives and rocks - the loss very big
Nefarious, imperative, a derelict on a mission
A pair of the hardest spitting, kill - bury - and bomb a district
The pairing of monolithic monsters, off their genre kicking
A constant of compositions, comprised of our condescension
No novice, I'm Amen Ra out of the sarcophagus to kill shit
So dark and incomprehension, even gothic kids'll feel it --
David Copperfield your village, I'm awful - no competition
No profit in opposition, not even a pot to piss in!
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Kae G The Original Seed:
The most violent, Souls invoke riots
Known giants, rouge pirates - a dope hybrid
The coldest in snow, thirty below with no coats - thriving
Once Covid is gone, I'm going to shows - to close eyelids
Low and behold, soldiers have rose to become tyrants
The motive, the goal; total the globe - and glow vibrant
If sober's the mold, it's broken and old - I'm so Irish
My vocal and tone, choking the soul from live tigers
Divine virus, guaranteed to thin the herd
The team that dreams of words - best believe this heat burn
Call the cleaner, need to learn - I'm supreme, the leader, word
When the evil Seed is heard, the people - see the worth
He's berserk, he's absurd - acting crazy, half drunk
Never play me, I'm saying - Rap raised me to slap punks
The last one, in action; smacking chumps with a passion
I'm asking: who want war with a Savage!
Fortune the Iron Mic Mangler:
I take action and do magic the street verb wizard
Stay savage, a bull mastiff, I'll eat your bird's gizzard
Make classical boom-bap, my speech is a word blizzard
Straight jackets won't hold me back, I'm reaching for your liver
You shiver, I got a scary talent, plus I'm very violent
You rarely challenge, whip ass in a flash like Barry Allen
No need to share ointment, you bleed from rare poison
Delete their enjoyment, I've seen it, I'm clairvoyant
The outcome is critical, medical records pitiful
I create better visuals with incredible syllables
Nigga, don't let it get physical I'm not your typical
Easy win, guarantee, it will end; pathetic and miserable
The tall dark creature with odd features and broad sneakers
Kick a hole in your large speakers ...
My thoughts deeper, than you average folks
Beakers and a lab coat and make non-believers see that it's mad dope
Appollo Valdez:
I'm a Carolina, Star Rider, hardliner, raw rhymer
Authorized author of flame, greatest of all-timer
Seven Signs remind you each verse, reverse your Alzheimer's
Any time, caught in the cipher - know it was all fire
Only raw shit you hear in ears, loud and clear
Shout out to the engineer that mix the stereo clear
These rappers wacker than the radio is
I spit it nastier than; bacterial fizz of venereal jizz
And you can front all you want -- when you pair with your peers
But the truth gonna appear in your fears, I'm well aware that I'm weird
Cause apparently, it's strange that I say - you ain't got shit to say to me - -- if you don't take care of your kids
Somebody probably felt some type of way, acting all pessimistic
I do this for the love, they only rap for the recognition
Real and authentic, while your wack and your neckless isn't
In fact, that's why the black on the back of your neck is itching, nigga!
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Frontline
02:59
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Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
Yo’, it’s the Diesel weapon, sent to destroy you feeble peasants
With multi-syllable rhymes, dope beats, and lethal injections --
Now your speakers infected, intravenously connected
And there nothing, that you can fucking say to keep you protected
It’s documented record, knock you out within a second
Throwing a combo, quick pronto, guess that's how I’ll get respected
You better hit the exit, now or prepare for your final days
While the vinyl plays, lyrics consume like a tidal wave
Take you out of the element, show the crowd your irrelevant
If they buy it - I’m selling it, don’t require development
The Master of the Universe, smash you deep into the earth
You can call me He-Man, when we clash - you see who loses first
Fighting for survival, we deserve credit like 4th Disciple
Staying up late night, to the daylight like Jimmy and Loren Michaels
We were born idols, here to defeat every sworn rival
All of you new rappers and wack and corny as porn titles …muthafuckers!
Kae G The Original Seed:
The crazy, the camo wearing - impatient, insane, the rarest
Invade and then raid your terrace; a sadist afraid of marriage
Elated to slay, the pair is paid to just say the barest
mundane and forsaken language defacing the face of lyrics
You’ll perish and it's apparent, this crew is the truth with merit
The two with the dude that's flaring unusual grooves and blaring
A suitable tune to tear up, a beautiful mood of terror
Remove you and lose an air of the fake shit, Taker and Sara
Go postal and post a note to the mobile web page of Goku
I’m no Radditz, this is savage, the baddest - I’m saying Pro Tools
The way that we slay is so cruel, the day of the may is vocal
So pray for the fate of those dudes, who wasted away Chernobyl
Our mace to the face is Scoville. In rating: a blazing total
Of Hades, invading local bar tastings of Haitian soul food
Car chases with jake, an ode to our favorite dissuaded soul group
Amazing, a maven, mogul, that made it - the raven told you!
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Kae G The Original Seed:
I'm here to raise the murder rate, invert, arrange your vertebrae
In certain ways, I'm certainly - going for a circle shape
It's surgery, inserting blades - I'll take you to the pearly gates
it's verbal rape; Ghost and Rae, that's word to the Purple Tape
I'm nervously, skirting jake; turning, swerving purposefully
The early service sermon teach lies inspired by clergy
Live at five the murder scene, mired in dry Burgandy
Hide or die, the urgency - homicide in the first degree
Fortune the Iron Mic Mangler:
Black Hercules, God-like composition
Too powerful for mortals and all mic competition
I rock with precision, no stopping the vision, on top of the mission
I'm taking your spot and that pot that you piss in
Listen, I'm on another level, I scrap with the devil
Snap his horns in half and then laugh - it's like plastic to metal
Mash on the pedal, travel in traffic, so fast you hit a car
Spit a bar so savage and graphic it left you with a scar
Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
You better get, some sleep or rest to decompress and speak less
I'll teach you how to rip a beat from Bless
Each lesson; gain deep respect for a chief, a vet
Every record is in repeat when we connect
The master swordsman without any rap endorsements
Pull a weapon, take swing and fucking slash your organs
Tag the orphans, post it up on Instagram live
Clash with Fortune; watch you and your little man die
Kae G The Original Seed:
I'm a villain, at my side: a blade for stealing life
The page, a killer writes. Amazing, the illest white
Impatient, I kill a mic, all graves get filled despite
The brave instilled with pride, inspired by Miller Lite
The fight still rages on, the might: I'm Megatron
Your life is dead and gone, give flight or bet it's on
I'm hype. Your head, your arm - I'll slice it and sell it raw
The nicest to peddle war, since 1964!
Kae G The Original Seed:
I swing a sword to make war, the gang raw
The main source of pain caused by chain saws
Insane bars, our brains are trained for the main course
Get slain or your veins drained by deranged dogs
The apes maul, so blame God when the pain full
It's face-off with the ape's claws and the Kabar
I'll take charge; invade, brawl and break jaws
... call HR, if I rage hard with blade drawn!
Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
It's still the same song, never lacking with the rhymes
On the third verse; my words hurt, fracturing your spine
I'm passionate; attacking with a fraction of my mind
An African in shackles that you couldn't capture from behind
I'm chasing after power and can't relate to you cowards
That settle for minimum wage and getting paid by the hour
My skills are limitless, what I'm building, has ill benefits
They still reminisce, what comes after - you will remember this
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Savage Souls, purveyors of a devilish art
Evil, intelligent - still peddling letters and thought
When the metal, it spark, it caught several in chalk
No medic, no God - just bed rest in the morgue
We deadly as dogs, starved for nefarious cause
Let 'em loose in the booth, you best to bet a yard
I'm all in, invested in weapons and hella arms
A veteran, no contraception and still - it's fuck 'em all
The raw, killing squad - we here to wreak havoc
A savage, so austere, he eats and repeats patterns
My feet to your teeth, tragic - a feverish dream, bad it's
a evil conceit, teaming with heat ... the complete package
A beat with no master, wild as they come
The violence, the fun - son ... I am the one
I'm-a-pile up the guns, you rack up the mileage and run
or suffer in since until I finally come... for blood
Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
Blood of the moors coursing through my veins, the Lord's used to fame
Handle it with grace orchestrating your future pain
Pulling strings like a king, kept score but knew the game
Golden rings on my wings, heading north shooting flames
Yo, I cause destruction, total loss no pause button
You softer than a muffin, it's nothing, you frauds bluffing
Acting wild trying to be hard - won't crack a smile
Light a black and mild, load up these bars, and back 'em down
The life taker, Darth Vader with a lightsaber
A former star player whose love for the mic was greater
Performing hard labor while studying white papers
I'm more than raw flavor, get money despite haters
You'll never stop me, it's my pleasure, forever cocky
I'm after buried treasure, my next endeavors monopoly
You couldn't measure up, so step back and watch me do work
Up in the lab rocking a fresh hat with a Wu shirt
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Savage Souls Charleston, South Carolina
Savage Souls continues a long running, and seemingly forgotten, tradition of lyrically driven, sample based Hip
Hop.
Kae G The Original Seed and Dj Icarus brings a sound, both fresh and yet incredibly familiar to dyed in the wool Hip Hop fans.
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