Da New Year Massacre 2007 (Feat. BC,SPS,HW,Dro,BD,Flaw,Narc,'Rino,Mayor)

[The_Mayor]

Its official… DA COMMI$$ION is here…. the HHG All-Stars of MC’in have come together in an effort to show all yall garbage ass MC’s on here how da shit SUPPOSED to be done… we only got the BEST OF THE BEST on this shit…. so for all you mufuckas who think you doin it big on here? sit the fuck down…. watch… and learn…. But aye we gon set this shit off wit one of our special guest mc’s in da house tonight..

Dat nigga BoneCollector… welcome back nigga…

look… mayor got at da boi like.. ayo son-son.. we need that fiiire!// i tol duke, ''WaTER ON aH PEN'' wont put me out, cuz my ''iNK BLEED DaT FiRE''// and u new niggas ''HUNGRy FOR THAT TOaST'', u "STaRViN TO GET MERKED''//.. so dont thinkin bout gettin on "MySPaCE", cuz i let da "TOMMy HiT ya FiRST''//.. newbie ass niggas, stop wit da guntalk, it sound borin in ya verse//.. cuz u gon have ''HEaTERS iF U DEAD'', wen they "WaRMiN UP ya HEaRSE''// and uhh.. im paid boii, i wont lie i got money but im mad humble// yall niggas could be ''RaPPiN WiT DiPSET'' n still wouldn't ''STaCK BUNDLES''// dumb fucks, yall belong on a dump truck.. cuz if i dont spray first u got sum luck// so run chump, and go alert ya child, cuz wen i hit da gunstore, i purchase wild// call me diverse, known to merk sum styles, wen u niggas burst its mild// so "PUNCHiN Da BaTHROOM FLOOR'' only way u fuckin ''VERSE-a-TiLE''// and hhg.. dont try dude, last nigga i merked.. naww!! i wont drop his name// but my stats is official, record like 80-1.. dat L made me cock my thang!// i said im ready, neva lose again.. u can ask da vets, i got my tool to bang!// merry ''CHRIST- MaS'' wen i leave ya ''RED'' for dat ''GREEN''.. u ''DUDES CaN HaNG''//

SHOW EM WHAT IT IS, SPSCAR…

Look, Scar's an altered beast like the Sega masterpiece/
Wack drops should cease, lullaby rhymes put me right to sleep/
If you on this track you elite, but the rest is weak/
Like in Miami refusin SAT's yall dont wanna test this heat/

The blessed speak, we continuously drop bombs like a war jet/
Green MC's upset, claimin they vets when they aint even war yet/
I've torn sets and crippled bitches who said they run shit/
All the saliva in the world couldn't amount to my one spit/

So run quick, dont try to match wits, yall dumb shits/
But if you want this, get multi-grained like sun ships/
I run up in cribs wit big grips like im a resident/
Pricks get hesitant lookin stupid like the president/

This embezzlement take all the cash and im out wit it/
Scar a gymnist? Naw, but just watch how im bout to flip/
Get a grip, fuck a clip, my fists fly to split a lip/
And fuck beef, rappers lose they teeth on some kiddy shit/


AIGHT… SMOKE THEM COWARDS, WEEDED..

Check the sickest in a minute, fitted and represented
Witted and precedented, ain't diminished any sentence
We're livid in every sense, stay polished in every tense
And demolished any wimps that promised our descent..

Acknowledge or repent, your tombs we're stockpilin'
You're noobs we're top clients, amused in our violence
Of dudes, just stop tryin' to remove our dominance
Fools just use some common sense and review 2006...

There was Mayor Pen Dro Prince Flaw was the latest
Can't forget about the Bigdog, Scarface or Vegas..
Drop a word for the greatest to make it out the class
His talent ain't debated only who can doubt his ass

From what he's demonstrated he's fated to stay hot
And the day he's faced down is the day that he flops
Dare 'n say that he's not one of the illest ever feated
Known as NoticS to most, the sickest Heavily Weeded

SHOW EM WHAT IT DO, DRO…

Raised in Texas and Louisiana, so I grew-up listenin to my music at a slowed rate/
Doesn't matter if I'm drunk, high, or sober, I've always stayed in a Throwed State//
Speakin that Southern slang, swangin from lane to lane, I'm never drivin straight/
R.I.P to the boys Big H.A.W.K., Fat Pat, DJ Screw and the rest of the late greats//

Dirty South Rider, ask Big Tuck he gon' tell you that I'm the 'Absolute Truth'/
And T.O. knows, there will be a penalty if you're caught sleepin on The Duke//
Gassed up, juice and 190 proof, so a fire ignites when I blow smoke to the roof/
Really spittin flames, you'll get hit with a backdraft openin the door to the booth//

I've only got one Definite Objective for '07, and that's to win some titles main/
So no disrespect, but yall about to get wrecked harder than Cory Lidle's plane//
Step up if you suicidal or insane, Dro like the new Deejekyll of this Hip Hop Game/
That means I'm runnin this thing, 504 Hot Boy, put ya 'Lights Out' like Lil Wayne//

When it's time for me to write, I just zone out, mix up the syrup with the Sprite/
So I'm leanin heavy to the right... shit... I gotta use italics just to read what I type//
And it's only right I thank some of you for your incite, yall helped my skills take Flight/
Developed me into an emcee, now they all "Wanna Be, They Wanna Be Like Mike"//

GET AT THESE NIGGAS, BIGDOG…

Wordplay I got no match, and my punches known to break jaws/
I ‘battle so tough’, nigga’s don’t even last my ‘round of applause’/
Nobody Questions my talent and I’m always ‘on point’ jus’ like ‘Y’/
So I guess I’m ‘The Answer’ cause my talent’s now at a ‘Mile High’/

Most ya’ll dunno hip hop, ya’ll narrow mind needs to learn to widen/
Cuz half you ‘don’t even think straight’ the way ‘ya’ll are dickriding’/
How ya’ll ‘Sprint’ pass hip-hop got me sick, you niggas is ‘phony’/
Cuz way you nigga’s ‘sold out’ to hip-hop I should be callin ya’ll ‘Tobey’/

Tried to dumb down to ya level, and yet I beat ya’ll with just my half-wit/
Amazing, cuz I ‘wipe ya’ll wit my ass’, but ya’ll still can’t ‘touch my shit’/
I’m ‘Hostel’, I strike foes, ‘cut off toes’ whenever shit can come to blows/
‘Exorcise’ so many nigga’s from the net I got this feelin like Emily Rose/

Murked and buried you faggots, ‘ripped off ya arms and legs’ clean off the skins/
‘Clapped two to ya head’ so I got a ‘standing ovation’ from a ‘bitch with no limbs’/
I’m a threat, got ya’ll rooks ‘digging deep n coming up short’, that’s ‘Battling Debt’/
So remember, Bigdog’s ‘always sick’, so that’s why I’m synonymous with ‘a Vet’/

[The_Mayor]

HOLLA AT EM, FLAWLESS….

Ayo I write what I can, is whatever my hands commission/
Plus my mind's a dangerous tool given my hand's permission/
My legacy's imprinted through my palm which is gifted/
And I've easily been listed for the throne but depicted/

An inconceivable ego that's been set to deceive you/
Pause, rewind the past like my life consists TiVo/
And most my people illegal, playing humble and feeble/
It's no wonder why I feel no honor pledging the eagle/

You see the point's Im packed lyrically, I clap viciously/
And seriously, half of you niggas can't reach epitome/
To get at me, you gon need a higher delivery/
Cus physically I'll literally kill you niggas efficiently/

Deliberately, looking to solving this more effectively/
Inherited the Mind Of A Genius thru past accessories/
And once a nigga lands penitentiary he's gone essentially/
Dats why I been at it since elementary, sign eventually....

LET’S GET IT, NARC…

We The KnockOutKings Cuz We KnockOutKings with more KOs Than Boxing Rings
Ever Since We Got Punchline Prince We've been holding shit down like Rolling Pins
Smoke A Blunt To Get Rid of the Sins im Hustelin To Hit The Green Like a Golfer
Inspired By The Culture Marjiuana Smoker BX The Best Im A Native NewYorker
No One Taking The Arena Over cuz when They say i Lost It I strike like a Cobra
Ya fags Dont know shit bout Rap As a Matter of fact Ya Cats Remind me of Oprah
Im Never sober always high like the sky multiply my supply of lye and ride till i die
Im a Fly Soldier Never Lie Balling Nigga I Buy What i want To Buy shine like a jedi
Got My Eyes on these Hoes got alot of Doe so I get By But my game too wicked
Im a Pimp I Must admit it If I Like I Hit It and If She Aight i Get Dome Like a Fidit
Im Sick wit it nigga talking shit about uzi ill rip out his tounge n smack him Wit It
50 Wins I Did It I Spit it some of ya niggas a little bit too cocky But ya not Gifted
I Roll an L And Get Lifted Get Some Coronas Chill In The Corners and Get Twisted
Im Listed in the hood where i Shake feds Break Heads n brake bread like a biscuit
Ya Lil Niggas Cant Risk It cuz im in the hiphopgame hall of fame with all the Names
Flows insane Uzi Ya Cant Stop The Reign Im The Best and that will never Change

WHAT U GOT, ‘RINO…

Just go ahead and let me be your cure, I'll suck the cancer inside you
Thriving off your lesser actings and doings that seem to reside through
I'm leeching your inner soul, feeling the cold from longer past days
Let me put your antibodies on hold, entrust in my form of masked fate

Your touch sends messages and vibrations through my spinal passage
The look and smell that comes from you is just like a vinyl fashion
Take a picture of your worst experience, imprint it on me to see forever
You wanted me to be your halo, saved from these cheap endeavours

I sit, watch and wait looking out the window of hope, one day...
One day you'll return, all for me, all I need, all I breathe, some day...
One's loss is another's gain, I'm afraid I'm losing and losing in this
Squeezing my body through a hole to reach you, bruising my hips

Bones crushing under the persistance I seem to put myself through
All to reach you, my one, my only, nothing matters, love, wealth, youth
I see you, I'm reaching for you, it's all true, all of the hope I need
My addictions thrive my actions and now I can finally smoke this weed!

Time for me to finish em off….

Aye these geeks on the street cant compete with this ‘dudes verbiage’
Mayor got that ‘anarchy flow’ – nigga ya ‘rules lose purpose’
And you worthless.. shit I got satan hesitatin… so ‘whos nervous?’…
Wake up wit that toast in ya face…that’s what I call room service

Too merciless...so dont mention me or my clan “on wax”?
and ima ‘send more niggas at you’ than ‘Kramer’s stand-up acts’
so you better ‘man-up, Jack’… my ‘style’ is like a ‘gang initiation’
A little less ‘bloodshed’ - but it’s the ‘same intimidation’

I’m the ‘truth in the booth’…. The ‘proof’…? its ‘too visible’
But these ‘bourgeois individuals’ think im ‘usin too many syllables’
‘Bruising too many crews’ and ‘abusing too many imbeciles’
‘Refusin to lose’ until it ‘accrues’ me some new ‘residuals’

‘Ruthless interviews’… Im like a ‘old age crook’
That’ll show you how to kill ‘Simps-on-site’ like ‘OJs book’
I ‘know they shook’ ....my “spit shine” like I was ‘polishin leather’
who else you know could ‘retire his fire’ and ‘come back hotter than ever’???