BLACKHARTED EP LYRICS AND TRACK LISTING

By: Heroin Black Mood: Stoned Date: 10/07/2008 07:16:52 Music: Heroin Black

Jayke P Smack

BlackhArted EP

Track Listing:

Wake The Fuck UP! (2:36)

Just Like Columbine (1:41)

Dealuh, Dealuh (4:20 of course)

D.I.Y. (2:21)

This Is Hell (2:34)

Free If I Want (Anarchy-key) (1:47)

Fuck The Troops (3:15)

Understanding (2:06)

Wake The Fuck Up - Original Recording (1:53)

Dealuh, Dealuh - Take 1 (3:33)

Lyrics:

Wake The Fuck Up!

WAhhhhhhh!Wake the fuck up!Toxic clouds fade blue skies greyThere’s no sunshine you’ll waste awayThey won’t stop till they kill us allAnd crush your soul as flames engulfWe can’t turn back its too lateNow you suffer - pigs attackWatch your existence fade to blackThere’s no escape we'll all decayIf you don’t fight you’ll die todayI won’t pay to see my graveI will never play your slaveWake the fuck up!Propaganda, crimes, and lies their greed won’t end until our livesWake the fuck up! Grow the fuck up!This death machine- this North americaI won’t bow to you, I ain’t scared of yaDon’t lay on your back when the pigs attackI grab my gat and I bust right fuckin backKill the killers burn their systemCrush this machine rage against emLearn the truth about your country-Leaders think your life means nothingNow the blood runs down the streetsIt’s on their hands and at your feetDropping bombs they ain’t yo angelsMushroom clouds are our new halosAtrocious, heinous, corporate deathKill them now and save yourself!Or get your throat cut while youre sleeping...Wake yourself up from this nightmare!Wake yourself up end this nightmare (Wake the fuck up!)They won’t save you the don’t care (Wake the fuck up!)Slay the beasts and burn their lair (Wake the fuck up!)Protest, kick, bass, hats, and snare (Ahhhhhhhh!)Ahhhhhhhhhh!Wake the fuck up!

Just Like Columbine

Give your classmates what they getJust like Columbine with this shitGunshots echo through the hallwayOur schools on the news todayI got my trenchcoat get out my wayIm gonna find that jock and blow him awayCharge the school and open fireJust like Doom but the stakes is higherShow your classmates what they getJust like Columbine in this bitchDont you want to shoot your school?Their education makes us foolsNow, dont you want to shoot your school?Reeducation isnt coolBlood is splattered on the lockersBlame the music- it must be rockersBlame the rap and not the churchYour kids end up getting hurtIts your culture, its your stateShoot them too, its not too lateAthority is never rightWith a black AK we’ll start the fightNow dont you want to shoot your school?Now dont you want to...Give your classmates what they getJust like Columbine with this shitShow your teachers what they getJust like Columbine in this bitch

Dealuh, Dealuh

Verse 1:Im a dealer, dealer- and I think that I got somethin you needIs it blow? Is it pills? Or is it nothin but weed?My shit aint cheap- you better come bringin doughAnd there aint no regs- we only fuck with hydroBut if you got dough, Ima take you to the sky thoughMake you blast off like you standin in a siloGot that shit that knock you out your drawers and put you on your assI just say no to all the drug laws that they passAnd I know the pigs is watchin so we gotta make it fastBut when you cop your dope from me you know the feelings gonna lastFrom that Oxycontin, Klonapin- I know you aint forgottenYou slide the bill, I slip the pill, and you can get your ass to droppinLet em know that we for real, so dont be thinkin bout no robbinAnd we steal/still, kill, pills aint the only thing we poppinHit my line so we can meet somewhere and talk about the pricesThey be listenin to my convos- yea Im talkin bout po’ licesCuz we got that coke and blow, we got that rush and dustWe got that snow and dro- come fuck with usChorus:Im a dealer, dealer, I got everything you needGot crack, wack, smack, X, pills and weedIm a dealer sellin to you so that you can feel goodIm a dealer come cop when you see me in the hoodIm a dealer, dealer just to make you feel betterSunshine, rain, sleet, I make it snow in any weatherJust pick up the phone if you wanna get litI got all the drugs you need come cop some shitVerse 2:Its dank you smellin- is you buyin cuz Im sellinI keep em yellin while I navigate these streets like MagelinWhat you want? You take your pick orWhat you need? I got your fixI bet you know I need the dough to fix the whip and cop some kicksI got the dubs, I got the bricksI got the dimes, and I got the nicksI got everything you need and I can get there pretty quickIn the day or in the nightAn you know I keep em tightWith the weight I get em rightCuz once I hook em they always biteAnd Im dealin in perfectionI'll sling dope in any directionStay on the block posted up like a erectionDope is my business, and business is bangin, slanginIf they ever catch my Black ass then Im hanginChorusVerse 3:Vicodin? What you know about that psilocybin?That's shrooms- schedule one hallucinogenYou come to me when you're lookin for a certain feelinLike that acid have hearin colours dancin on the ceilingWhen youre successful like me, you gone have enemiesDEA buggin cuz I opened up my own pharmacyEvery store has dope but they just deal it legallyBut Im sellin on the streets cuz thats the fucking life for meIf they ever do a bust Im gettin life probablyPlus a couple hundred years and thats just for my weedSo holla when we ride cuz Im smokin up the southsideAnd if we see them flashin lights, Im bustin I dont hideIf I ever said I wouldnt kill a cop I fuckin liedWhat about my brothers who were innocent and had to die?They runnin a racketThey just all mad that I dont pay taxes!Chorus

D.I.Y.

Ugggggggggh...I dont need your fuckin major label toSell my records or steal my capitalSpend their fuckin cash to get my song on the radioI can do that by myself (When its mine its DIY!)I aint gotta sell my soul to impress youDrop a quick couple hundred on some motherfuckin tennis shoesI can make my own outfits make it just like I want it, tooI do just fine by myself (When its mine its DIY!)We dont need no party or a motherfuckin membershipI can be the captin of my own fuckin pyrate shipI dont want your help or your motherfuckin censorshipI can manage without that (When its mine its DIY!)I can live my life by my own rulesThey can function on my timeIll operate independent protocoolI dont buy when I can make mineWhy we let them write the definitions of perfectionBuy and steal whats right with liesWhats wrong with free artistic direction?You can only get yours D.I.Y.I dont want this- I dont need itLifes much easier cant you see itLiberate yourself and you start to believe itDo it all your fuckin self (When its mine its DIY!)Call yourself an Anarchist you patronize their systemBy your goods from em and you call yourself against themEverytime you spend taxes go to take your freedomRead a book and do it yourself!Get an indie label gotta own your own somethingMake your own music, make your own fuckin everythingSell out your trunk and use the money for some fuckin greenIndependent do it yourself! (When its mine its DIY!)I dont want it- Just dont ask meSave my face, keep my autonomyWhen I digress they'll all follow meDIY till the day I die! (When its mine its DIY!)You dont have to slave for their gloryTeach yourself and make your ownSacrifice your funds to get their names down in historyDo it yourself or do it aloneI can live my life by my own rulesThey dont function on my timeIll operate under independent protocoolWhy go buy when I can make mine?When its mine its DIY!The media writes the definitions of perfectionBuys and steals whats right with liesWhats wrong with free creative direction?You can only get yours D.I.Y.Every trend found its place in societyDont ask me, I dont know whyAll I know is this shits too seriousDIY till the day I dayAint no love when its all about moneyWheres the truth at, wheres the fun?When theres wealth there aint no mercyDo it yourself till the day is doneWhen its mine its DIY!

This Is Hell

An endless war- A Living HellHolocausts- Burning CellsAvarice swells up in these busomsFields of pride that bloom delusionArmageddon born of violenceDrop the bomb and wait for silenceBe a good soldier, go and burn another home downBut the army's not for me so that aint how I'm getting downThere aint no democracy; Only aristocracyThey steal from us until they take the leadAnd leave us all in povertySomeone told me war is hell, we in an endless war in hellWe're trapped inside a coffin nailed; Realitys a burning cellIt ain't stoppin it ain't endinThis shit isnt just beginninYou're all losers there's no winninHell's a product of our sinninDig your grave and join us dead menCarved Hells scorched away the heavensScorch the childrenChurch and state will burn...This is hell- we're all on fireGo and vote and wait to sufferStagnant minds and hypocritesYour life is short and she's a bitchSomeone showed me hell is warIts flames are scratching at your doorBlind and helpless on the floorIt burns through flesh straight to the core

Fuck The Troops