Back in the days...


Reminiscing the old hood we grew in/ when we was young, rude and stùpid/ when most youths were clueless/ and rivalries between groups were brutish/ 
we sailed hard, screwed bìtches with big bòobs and bootìes/ while rocking to Boogie-Woogie/ it was all both cool and foolish/ like those things they do in movies/ we were called the Crooked Bullies/ our motto - "Screw Or Shoot It"/ Old Blocks our rivals owned rifles, we shooting Uzis/ it was so interesting/  we used to roll in Benzes/ straight up gory shelling/ meanwhile, i'm storytelling/ 
My main nigga Don Mike Benzene/ got a bìtch...we called her Maureen/ and the 'Maureen ho' was 'hot' and 'tight' like 'Chelsea'/ but she was lousy and had a pùssy any nigga could fùck on credit/ trouble started when Slow John/ a crooked member of the Old Blocks/ taunted and reproached us/ after getting Maureen to give him a blòw jòb/ took pictures of it and showed all/ in all fairness,  that means war, get it?/ told my nigga to get that sore buried/ dìck was all the whòre cherished/ but Benzene  swore perils/ he attacked Slow John with 'four' devils/a revenge returned 'squarely'/ beat his ass so bad his jaws perished/ 
but shìt got more scary/ a nigga I saw in the daytime/ got shot in the same night/ Slow John in trouble, it's time we made him paid fine/ 


and then I picked up my phone and rang my hommie, Krone. . . . .

To be continued..

I picked up the call...

"Hey yo, Krone, my nigga. . .wassup?/ a sad story just popped up/
Maureen and Slow John played nasty. . .and Benzene got touched". . ./
I was hit with the bad news/ it stayed on me like a tattoo/ that's true. . . one of those things that we passed through/
when we initiated the bad crew/ young and wild, bloodbath was the game/
our wrath was untamed/ raze the man who crossed your path or your lane/
cos you were either the predator or the prey. . .like cat and rat in a race/ but we could race a marathon for a prize/
a prize of madness and of pride/ every thug with a gun or a knife/
amid the wanton and the strife/ we stayed glued to our duty/ to Screw It Or Shoot It/
the Old Blocks crew kids were crooked/ . .so we was like Hutu and Tutsi/ though clueless and s.tupid/
besides sex and cigarettes/ we enjoyed getting niggas wet/ and forging aggressive killer threats/. . .
. . .still on the call, Gray swore. .
"I'll blow his chest/ through his clothes and vest/ to expose his flesh/ and put his soul to rest"/
I said, "we'll do that with no regrets/ coz nobody dares fu-ck with us/
we'd sneak in and pop the dog/ while we watch out for the cops"/ and the moment I dropped the call/
Rebel and Jigsaw came to mind. .
(to be contd)

Krone: Hello Shawarma, there's a drama going up in the block,
I grabbed Ilamas, hugged my grandma, Then went out in some shorts,
This freakazoid, reached the door, Then some memories flashed,
Back in 2008, When I was rapping in class,
Some Alora boys came, started stabbing this lad,
And they gunned down every Jew, And any Man on their Path,
They saw me, And like an Athlete, I started to run,
Sprinted to Cyprone Tha Don, Met him sharking some rum,
Obrikado Abrakado, that's the language we spoke,
Brotherhood was a religion, And Capone was the Pope,
We fücked babes together,
We rocked shades together,
We sailed, We maimed, And we räped together,
We had drinks together,
And We dreamed together,
Did every possible horrible thing together,
But after graduation, It all came to an end,
Reminiscing, got me missing all them days with my friends,
So on this Sunday I was chilling, eyes focused on the TV,
X-box, fried chicken, Alomo I was sippin.,
Till my phone rang, OH BANG! , it was Kr0ne from my old gang,
Told me there was war, blood, and everything raw,
Told him I'm coming, but first.. ..lemme alert Jig Saw.

So Jigsaw left his phone again? such a pain, I picked, yo Rebel what's up?

he say yawa don happen, tell Jig He better get his shorts up

checked if Jreyez and Giyazz was up

i told him to cut all crap, he said he ain't playing

theres knives, blood and all that, felt urgency in what he was saying

now the network starts failing,
his airtel was off, _shit is going down

climbed down, off the bed, off the head, remembered i had catapults in my gown,

wore a frown, picked my back pack, dressed up black black,

took few stones from Jigsaws knapsack

told my bae to postpone the visit, this is it

ima take the head on another day, that _pussy ima finish it

wish i knew where Jigsaw kept his steel, readily i would steal

but still, i gotta wait on him, he fears ima squeal

he doesn't believe im real, he wants to see me kill, show some skills

my stomach rumbling, tumbling, whats the deal? garri is the only meal

ate it with zeal, my stomach walls copped a feel

if any girl ask me what i ate, i be like 'i've been kissed by a rose' my lips are sealed

my fat looks should leave these Gees deceived

i kill em 'interstate' they got no will to live

today should be redemption of the beast, i bump some dmx,

i heard Jigsawkillah push the gate with his old bmx,

i said Rebel just called, he's heading to the spot.

he questions my skill, "what will you do when it gets hot"

i said, im an Obese motherfucker, running no bi option, my fat should hold the shots, let's go

I ran into the buildin' picked my revolver
Gave Obese the shotty, I need him to cover
The plan? I say we leave six in the brother
And if any nigga fights back, into the ground he'd dissolve, ah!

Women! Destroyin' men's life since inception
Stay loyal to that pûssy and die by deception
Life's a Death Race, kill a nigga for redemption
John gets shot in the veins, like an injection

Old Block niggas braced up, start spraying
No cops, triggers laced up, hearts racing
Cold glocks, niggaz blazed guts, hard stayin'
Fo' pops, cigars blazed off ashtrays and

Blokes dropped, bîtch ass laid off, no waking
The Rebel to the rescue like it's a Tyrant governing
Kr0ne run in with the Luger, fire buzzin' in
Grayline finna lynch the crew, tires coming in

It's only right i'm thugging, see, made cheddar with gees
Thug anthem bumping, real niggas better at ease
Paint the town with the blood since the death of Benzene
Caught his right hand man, two clips empties his knees

The Crooked Bullies reign. . . Niggas gonna get wet
Take one of our's life, 80 of yours get death
Stab one of ours, 50 of yours get bled
All ours are the Best Man, who tryna get wed?

Axe breaking chains. . . Gats blazing brains
Machetes and Gauge. . . Tragic and crazed
Jah will be praised. . . If my cats leave ungrazed
Everything on the floor. . . The Black leave 'em razed

Watch rainfalls through the windows of a compact bus/
When lightenin' strikes, we smile and we say, "God just snapped us!!"/

Crazy act plus/ Voltron my favourite cartoon . followed it with bliss, then passion/
characters Verbs superb, u don't wanna miss the Action/

Stayed in a street where hits still happen/ the next minute you're dead, goner/
Hood was 'rugged man', although you find a few with the 'head warmer!'/

R1, UP, L2, O ..a jump n its a goal . 'cos of that, my opponents dread corners/
Fear kicked their heart, I make whoever face this master stool powder/
Video game stores where we taught ourselves 'lessons' 'after school hours!'/

Did this then, became harder, cruel, powered/ try this now, you'd die than quench/
We'd swallow our Okin biscuits with black biro ink 'all over' . . . Igbo man saying 'goodbye' in French/

I 'reigned' back in the days letting good knights all 'drenched!'/ futuristic is the word, let ma wits explain/
Dutifully stubborn, they flog us down 'fore we go for church service so that we don't misbehave/

No cause to make silly mistake/ on the verge to deliver super/
We purchase Sisqo manual to learn his break dance not how to configure router/

While Taribo ugly die, Rostand “Kako be chicken” - all these happened since genesis/
A lot o' yarns went down then, but this was all I could reminisce/

.

Inspired

Gray | Jigsaw,

krone


Drebel


Dj


Obese

Wow! I admire the effective concept and every member brought a carpet drama.

Grayline, can I still increase membership to the topic?

Kudos to Krone, Jigsawkillah, Rebel, Obesemf,dj5naira and Grayline.


#Respect

Alexpissu:
Wow! I admire the effective concept and every member brought a carpet drama.

Grayline, can I still increase membership to the topic?

Kudos to Krone, Jigsawkillah, Rebel, Obesemf,dj5naira and Grayline.


#Respect

Sure you can.. let the show continue

Wow! Wow! Wow!.. creativity at it's peak.., you guys should just keep up with the phone call pattern




#Respect

The world a global village ..iPhone circle secrets
As a child I knew Rap mystery...shared table with critics
Glory and phenomenal my gentiles before millennium
Killers from murder Ghadaffi questioned Hussein uranium
Nightmares got me turning my clock on Venus
Addressed my peers with poetry schemes of Genius
More in depth.. searching Hindu with Noah's dove
Powerfully official I mourned mankind essence of love
Social gatherings of our yearbook fancied lightly
Stepping on moonlight stories Mama told politely
Lying was ghost... we stamped signs of Mother Theresa
Kids ice thoughts freedom made us un-judge Melissa
Rapping came with attitude ..gun talks was to sway rhyme
Told Menike rebellion not altitude...I motivated time
Fallacy of bars ..legacy spilled on wall street
No twitter handle ..we retreat anger on dope sheet
As an acient child I built flats with cardboard
A1 figures plotting art symbols on blackboard
Our kites flying shoulders island sky scraper
Papier-mâché was easy b4 curriculum ....I made a crater
Back in the days I page Sharn Obedz Malc
These days I pocket fortune versing Adanna Llayk
I stained my kinsmen with dracular tears
Here I am tuning a rhythm ....Llaykorn truth appears

Back in the day was more relaxed in a way/
No stress from bills that need pay/
Just play in the hay lol/
Childhood memories, had kids crocodile cry enemies/
5 mins later share food eventually/
Back in the day would shower in the rain/
Play with boys without getting raped/
Shout n sing to mix tapes/
All was good from the pave/
Beat the feet n toes to the park/ Play spotlight in the dark/
No need 4 alcohol drink Milo and eat junk/
Use to have space candy that looked like cigarettes with pink spark/
Sugar rush didn't phuck up our lungs/
Back in the day was innocent with boy crushes/
And the only time fellas came close was to carry my books n we shared lunches/
Just so he could feel my hand with the touches/
None of this sucking dicck or puccee suctions/
Back in the day was more simple with the functions/

After bullet holes riddled walls o' these blocks that God loved/ After our souls freed from that series o' gunshots/
Now, more questions than answers: the world dropped/ Like, Hey, who you think the realest gee on the block was?/
Pissu and Lay or the gees who sourced 'em block wars/ And like river swollen with rain, running through mountains, gushed on/ killing some, ffucking up some....?

Saw and his gangs or Pissu and Lay/ always preaching round the projects of 'em church rat ways/ lacing every other sentence with..."Hey bro gonna hear what the Lord says?/ dammit! recompense aint sweet for thug ways/ good for good, evil for evil, that's what our God says/ put an end to violence and shun these/ or how you gonn' fare on Judgement Day; on God's day?

Confusion loomed over me like 'em foggy clouds/ vengeful steps of every lost soul dancing round the house/ the demise of a hundred and u aint put an end to the fights yet/ the battle over whom the realest gee's aint decided.... Damm!

I put a call to lyricist, Nigga knows all/ and I said "gee who you think the realest gee on the block was?

Liricyst

... in the ghetto wit mah homies ..puffinq blunt / Talkinq bouh the qud life ..and wah we want / how we sold our drmz in an auction/ back in the days..was more simple wit the functionz//
ka ka ka .. .. ka ka ..nonstop sprayinq/ dis shiitt is real..aswear..gunshots playinq/ rumorz had it 5 ppl dead ,wahz more crazy/ buh me i never finish my grass ..still puff puff ..waitinq/
(10 minz later) .. na God say make i go out yo! / saw krone,dark,o'bis ..they my niqquhz yo!/ as a loyal G .. saw Jig ..he showed me the opponents ..am ready to blow guys off!/
its a battlefield..no child play..ground is hot/ brouqht out my instrument .. .. .. like i won compose a song/ then i look'd around.. Saw Dj,Gray ..no liricyst/like fvck! ..hu go help me write my song!/
normal stuff this is .so aint fazed/ requested help from mah homies to help spray/ we the eagles ..lurkinq/ Bleep you. .am the hitman!/ its a one~day killinq spree ..we aint doing no'ing next day!!//
i hope liricyst arrives fast tho / ***** ****

Asleep then woke up to that gun sound/pulled the rugar underneath my pillow and spun round/
Facing the direction of the gun sound/ about to fire off some rounds/kill whoever raided liri's home/
Oh shit!…it’s just my Ringing tone/ I cracked a smile, I almost shot my freaking phone!/
See..i’ve been tense since we got those niggas sprayed on/I sigh…walk over to the table…the phone said it was Llaykorn/
He was like liri what you think about the block wars/ need your own take on who the realest gee on the block was/
My mind took a trip back to the beginning/ before the killing/…how I came late and found my niggas be skimming/ Lhood looked up at me grinning/ Yo! Liricyst has arrived….this massacre is sure gon be thrilling/
Just a few minutes must have passed/ when we crossed their path/
in front of a beer palour , think of the drinks they must have had/
Took em by surprise….our bullets partied hard…It was such a blast!/
Some got cut and slashed/ bodies tossed like shaft/
We put Egypt’s first plaque to shame with all the Blood that splashed!/
Our glocks too precise/we also took swords to incise/
Ksslib was a curse to these guys/
He made a nigga meet his bloody demise/
then to make sure he wasn’t mistaken, used bullets to put dots in his eyes!/
he said he wanted no pay backs…no sequel wraths/
So he played the role of number 2…split even the dead niggas into equal halves!!!/

Llaykorn, you already know the answer/ Ksslib is the realest gangster/
I hung up….and placed a call of my own/
Sup ksslib, been getting a feeling I would fall in my home/
We got to ensure no comebacks…..
Did we kill more than three-quarters of the total gang in that combat?/

.

JigsawKillah

There was impatience in our midst/ silence as we awaited Lyricist/ in one of those unpainted little cribs/ time is no man's friend, and we hated risking it/ bad times surface as a cyst/ with no purpose they exist/ just to give us a nervous little twitch/....... we didn't know what lurked in the 'abyss'/ and not all was 'burning' to assist/
in the game we was scheming/ Lyricist too lazy to believe/ and Llaykorn was said to be preaching/ 
then late in the evening/ Jig broke the silence. . . .as his temper rose like pilots/
 "I'm gonna find him/ and deliver him here like a sold consignment/ I don't need no compliance/ for Christ's sake... y'all too slow and quiet!"/

I said "dude, don't be so excited/ we don't joke with crisis/ u know, on the road to violence/ I'm ready to go the highest/ spend my golds and diamonds...."/ 
he cut me ....
...."man, I've strolled with giants!/ hunted wolves and lions/ and sailed to Rome and Cyprus/ while chasing rogues and pirates!"/ 
I said "I lack effort. . .of going back and forth/ bro, that's what we have to sort"/ 
"real men ought to be clapping guns/ instead of bitching and flapping gums/ no rest till I pat the dog/ then we might prolly catch some fun!"/ 
for some time, his voice devoured the silence/  then he slammed the door behind him....

our bullets partied hard…It was such a blast!/ - Pun galore

bad times surface as a cyst/ with no purpose they exist/ just to give us a nervous little twitch/ - Rhymes galore

Am I free?

Killah tapped my phone. . . said it's time for war/
"Those niggas in the restaurant. . . grab the nines and fours"/
I said that beef pre-historic . . . but they dying, sure/
Just say the word. . . and I'ma shoot up all the diners, Saw/
The realest nigga on the block?. . . man, I ran the South/
Herdsmen. . . my team really brought the lama's out/
If we wasn't strapped. . . ásswhippings got handed out/
with punches like how we lived. . . strictly hand to mouth!/
You need a Killah? Who better?/ A nigga lose? Never!/
These bullets puzzled everybody. . . . they riddled whoever/
Lhood was enfant terrible. . . we called him Chucky brother/
He left niggas outlined in chalk. . .with the knuckle duster/
Reminiscing on events from back in the day/
when I was startled by a noise. . . my phone banging away/
007Bruce said what you doing . . .I said I'm occupied/
he got 2 chicks out of town. . . my plans got modified/
We ran train on them ho's. . . had em colonized/
Head game was murder. . . the way one ate 7. . . was a homicide!/
Soon as we kicked the ho's out/ A nigga brought his phone out/
Message from Giyazz. . . somebody tried to knock Krone out/
That nigga must wanna get his fúcking brain blown out/
I'm out of town. . . but Giyazz already got his chrome out. . .

Got a text like. .yo! Slib pls excuse me/this shii is exclusive/and what i heard was ironically confusing.... a cat got killed for a girls pu..$$y?/!
As a thug, I never let a girl use me/prolly why all my ex boo me/I realised girls are empty...so I never let the next fool me/
Break their hearts after years of courtship... many don vex sue me/
Cos we only think of the glocks or the bullet/nigs who fall in love are dogs in a true sense/...take these as the words of a true vet/!
Thugs operate the streets like doctors, and they prudent/school pu..$$y nigs mercilessly like teachers flogging they students/real G's busy in the streets...no time for love or a nuisance/
I remain poetic with the violence...sword is my romeo... and the gun be my juiliet/!
So when i got a call from liricyst/that a nigga slow john effed up and I gat to finish him/a background check revealed the G is weak/but filled with tricks/
Told liri imma go ill with it/and kill him quick/cos niggaz like me defy physics.... cold on the inside... but externally filled with heat/
A thug with wits/releasing brute force that ill/so ungoldly, he feared by gods and priests/
grabbed a chain saw imma rip his vocal cord with it/No! imma use a dagger till hes gored with it/a big hole in John's throat...now he musters force to breathe/
No! I want it to sting...i should prolly choke the dog with bees/so many evil ideas in my head...silent thoughts were forced to scream/
Either way,john was dead...imma kill him in ways he never thought was real/
He slept with a G's girl and murked the G/and every nigga knows.... when you fffuck a beach/..be ready for the consequences when we storm the streets/!
Like that 50cent track ive killed many men/black hearted moraffucka..i never leave a nigga fairly dead/and it aint my fault, you gats fear me mehn/and next time you visit a morgue....remember iam the reason body plenty there/
John gon get wounds everywhere/till there's no good skin left anywhere/then we strip him off his pride....his body on the street naked....without any wear/
Back in the days, the thugs i bred/were known to be tough and feared/ they brought the holocaust and fear/i might send em john way to cut and smear/his blood right here/ & squeeze every liquid outta his system... thats wash and wear/
I was like no worries liri... you know i gon eat john like bagel and bread/am da right man..the bravest of vets/benzene shouldnt have been slayed dead by them/
And Ion care if he drew first blood..like the angel of death/!

You want a brief summary of shìts from Back in the days?/
we was the maddest gang in the race/ bis, gray, mik, llay, jig. . . .max & DJ/
we've got that appetite to kill. . . . . . so any nigga bringing beef to the table. . . .gets his äss served on a plate/ nuccas call us dopefiends. . . .we sniffing that crack everyday/ you see the ash on the tray?/ we smoke & puff puff. . . Aint talking snacks. . . . . concentrate!/
should i talk about the macs that we sprayed/ the traps that we laid/ for the rats on our way?.../ nah!. . . .

but just know you could get jabbed in the face/
for talking trash to my babe/
. . . .cos i love my babe & my baby loves me/ y'all wonder who this babe is?. . . . . her name is maureen!/. . .
that same girl that caused the beef between john & mike/. . . how can i forget that hurtful fight/. . . when i was the only thug that survived/. . .
this tragic incident happened over 12years ago. . . . . .
beautiful maureen is now my beloved wife/


(betrayal)?. . . . .this is how we live our fùcking life!/

We was the maddest/with our guns we showed madness/watch us shoot niggaz up, cover they bodies with jackets/with they dead bodies, we took pictures/it was picture perfect/we kept it real in the projects/only our brothers we protect/in the summer or in cold/right from when we were young, till we get old/drugs and guns, together we sold/kept that coke in folds/only sold to niggaz with dough/all about the money, later we'll get them hoes/took a stroll while kicking away little rocks/heard some noise round the block/it was good i had my glock/i peeped and with what i saw? I got shocked/the only thing i said was fuc.k/them bad niggaz coming for us/they came like birds in flock/turned around.. i was the only one/first instinct was to run/well.. a real gee never runs/i took cover and kissed my glock/first brother they saw, they shot/i watched him go down, then ma heart stopped/oh no! You poked the beast/fuc.k south, this shi.t is going east/pulled ma trig/3 shots took down three/they were shocked they couldn't believe it/just one gee took down 3/well, u shot my hommie and now u gon see/more shots, but they dodged the bullets/they retaliated and i was wounded/at that moment i thought... if ma niggaz don't arrive, it might be my end....

Men I'm blocked. Abeg make una no vex.

Smoked Weed unendingly
Fo fifths we caressin'
No peace for enemies
Coke sniffed for energy
Police, they beggin' me
Bro, please, stop wrestling
Hos still be gettin' hit
Goaties been gettin' picked

The grasses suffers, when Elephants wrestles
Shît ain't 'bout Benzene but relevant thresholds
That nigga dead. . . More deaths ain't bringin' him back
Vividly remembered how we buried him singin' with gats

The Casualties; the Innocent Bystanders
They either get hit or robbed, for starters
Some get räped, and some rendered homeless
Breakin' doors in the name of huntin' foes, with reckless motives

The Headless police, they ridin' with us
'Cause when we hit big robberies, they been dinin' with us
No Pain No Gain. . . Thought we knew what the fûck it meant
But now we doubt, seein' the ways of our Government

Saw MuhdG clutchin' his feet. . .
Bustin' his clip. . . Old Blocks rushin' on him
Was stuck with a fifth. . . Oh God! I'm fallin' on em
You fûcked with my Gees. . . For that I'm shootin' angles carelessly
Drunk with the Trig

Can't take them all. . . I called Richhommie and the others

Received the call from jig/ Talkin bout hefty thugs with cliques/ Come with gees/ Said "we coming quick"/ He replied- Bursted ribs/ I said- Dummy flee/

He hurt his knee/ Coolest rapper ..I make the "mic ooze" am brute and hottest/ Black terrorist ..this "dark rebel" comes with nuke and gun fests/ "F.. uck you hard" ...u think u can win in a lugar contest? / "See dawg" ...me, gray and liri ...U'll get an attack from the 3 like "coogar" on deers/

Met the gangsters, was like jig, don worry, this vets gon die/ Am the best of kind/ I test their type/ So if they blessed on hype/ My tecs don't lie

.....

Finish the mission, I head on bike/ Meet slow john ...was like- this vet must die/ Juju killer ..I use herbs on knives/ I promise yall- I'll live john's head on a plate like herod's wife

have been in this block some months now,sun rise till its lights out/
a battle on this block,this nigs never back out/the only time u see their back,that's u on the floor,3secs later lights out/their shootings, drunk style, one hand with the gun, other holding staurt/
and some1 shouted dessi,wats the count/I'll be like,with the bullets we raining on them,the blood erosion flowing over here been coming from their side,south/
Youth in war....we be shooting loud/
You in worship...... Abeg this is not a holy ground/
dj5naira been shooting Nigggas sore/many nigs blind to this,but Jigsaw/killah with his sleek rhyming sword/anytime he swings it,the sound we hear is war/