Steello a.k.a. Marowak


Now, cup of tea in my hand, it’s darkest than moonless night. I hope it
will take away my mind and allow me tell you true about that’s the Way
what lies under me.

That's the way in my hood, in my Babylon
Where nobody's has rims as in the "NFS: Carbon"
Where big part hasn't cars, but everyone on wheels
Where many of men must frequent swallow pills
Someone had changed it on vodka with sausage or just on pure
They don’t fear drunken fall cuz height less than forty centimeters
Here small part of Babylonians searchin’ exit, and else smaller found
the cure
Rest screwin’ out on that, leavin’ world to Persians, measurin’ meters
Their rooms. Knowin’ what searches will join to them soon, I know that
too
I was searcher too. I’m wanna do somethin’ to Babylonians can do.
Now, I’m male Barbara Gordon as Oracle sufferin’ info-thirst
Ask to M.F. Grimm or Duke of Psycho Realm, they’ll answer you about it.
How many words about street wormwood is bitter
But my home lemon ain’t sweeter
I’m don’t forget that fuckin’ September
And I will remember that forever
Yeah, I want to remember that forever
Cuz that tell me who I’m and what I was born not only in December
I want to never forget how hanged under ceiling and saw myself
Five-year old boy lay upon reanimation bed alone
God did wanna me to life
God put me on that way and I’m ride, thank Jesus and mommy I’m not alone
I hope you never step on that way here can only fall out from Persia
Nobody can realize way what lies in my Babylon from beyond the line
Before somethin’ bring ‘em over line
I hope you never think to stride on that way from Persia


Mozzy


“I was taught, no shorts, to take
Get everything I want and go for break”
Black Moon, “That's the Way Shit Iz”


How you do it? Inhale game
Take it straight through your veins
And mix it with life fluid
Add pain for the lamers
Make your brain exhale rage
Leave the enemies shaken visibly
Like they tried out-jiggering Jay-Z
No litanies, just pure venom spittery
Like irritable green mamba
No saliva, only distilled lava
Steer clear of the gimmicks:
Insipid lyrics with wiggerisms
Shows limited visions
So vivid, you can’t possibly miss it
Like point-blank in an elephant’s ass
Stay focus with any task
Invest your best effort
With even all odds against
And the others like: “naw, he won’t last”
Neglect these nay-sayers
They may be just hating
The guts of those greater:
You’re only out
When refs said it
Respect worthy players
Compare, absorb and cherish
The battle faithfully
When is the next one?
Maybe January
So hey! Don’t stay placid
Some nasty adversaries?
Make’em pay painfully
When they’re memories
And you’re remembered –
That’s the way to handle it!


Demise

That's the way...
Reppin Siberian Athens city for the crime and the peaceful living alike
I've lived throu my life in a dilapidated block never reproached my folks for the life I got
The life I got is the life I spot I got myself a lot I win I prevailed I got my magic life slot
My pencil cannot ... keep up with my flow I got rich, I'm hype
It's like I yeast up my dough and keep it grow from tha low to tha globe
Too used to a well-off life yo ... Not used though to that bad ass ride that I own
Life's a puzzle takin swift turns and throwin hardship knocks
Sippin 'cardi on rocks, recallin poverty, homies and 40 s that we guzzled
I'm past exhaustion no longer have to be thirsty and dehydrated
My money's on my mind, my mind's on tha booze to get myself inebriated
That's the life I created, everybody be updated on my new status of a rich kid
I'm not a crook just got myself a new suitable position for real I did
Do yall wanna step on my game? Look at my Dame... You better learn and start respectin my name
Cuzz That's The Way I Deal With Enemies
Packing enormous amounts of remedies to shoot up they ass like enemas
Never venomous, couldn't care less about what you gotta say about me
Keep your shit to yourself and I'll keep my fists to myself when I pass around thee


ROCCA


Ayo Whats my name and who i am!?
One word-two kills,thats my fuckin way !
Bitch talkin shit , get ready to get layed!
Razor sharp words,i m ready for the verbal wars!
Fuck yo laws, i spit at your idols of mainstream gods!
hordes of sexual minorities invaded this world ,
take a look at your neighbour, twelve years old boy
Tight ass white pants,slim hair and pink T shirt
That shit shocks me not, thats the paralysing fact!
But this battle aint over, til the last warrior drops dead!
One million thoughts , trial of the dead corpses
i gather forces to battle, army of doggs, street poets
And thats my fuckin way, Rocca s my name
Top link in the food chain! Death angel of the gudgment day!
Speak your mind out loud if yo ve got something to say
But Ho you gotta know that Rocca s here to stay!
And even that my way aint never has been a farytale
I didn t fail... motha fucka i brought my style to another level!
I carried it ever since the cradle, MC is my titel
In the battle of the heavy weighters i knock yo ass out in the first round!
One versus a crowd, nuking your ears with Threedimentional sounds!
And thats my way, thats my motha fuckin style
Storming series of punchlines, three, two, one.. knock out!!!


M DWELLA


How would you feel if the man wanted to kill your ass for real,
So, maybe you would call the police to determine some peace,
Kiddy, please! I have more expa in this,
I'v been struggling and hustling and playing the game,
So i tired, Just wanna have some rest, buy a farm in the west,
Live and watching TV, raising kids, participating my family's contest,
But i know, i got nothing to blow, so i got to swim in this ocean,
Please! One portion! Oh, you know, I'm in prison, for show,
What's happen in the world, it is getting too cold, global heat,
I'm so tired of this shit! All we people gon die, so i ask you to try,
Just to try carry through years these thoughts of idea of life

People in Africa used to make masterpieces from bones, so do i,
just one time, baby try to rely on a table, horse in the staples, we are rappers,
Ain't that strange? Yeah, so strange...Ain't no aliens i see in this range,
Bang-bang they are coming! FRom the bords of Ufos they are shouting,
Something. Do not pay any attention, they ain't worth been mentioned,
They brain damaged, old fashioned, specially made, they make weak conspiration

U see, that's the way all nations're comin,
every biatch wanna be free & then they are shouting
From their seats, shakin their asses to ma beats
Reeds, actin like kids...


Mariachy


Here I am,ya'll listenin' to Mariachy.I'that one who in rhymes gonna be an archer.Maybe you are mad about cool guys and machos,than your style is football matches.You are for these bitches who don't see reality who see only pictures.But rap is like a mixture full of different shit,are you ready for this fixture?You seem to be a gansta who's close to the world of G-unit,unless you see a bullet understanding you can't rule it or control it.Ya'll gonna be a star but be carefull cause if you make a mistake the whole world gonna know it,and tomorrow you'll be feeling sorrow for being famous that everywhere there're your faces and everybody knows what your motherfucking name is.Wait a minute,I'm on wrong pivot,what my theme is?I don't feel it just a little.Does that make me bitter?As for rap that's my first step,may be it's not for me,I don't care just some rolling


Hommie


Clowns show no progress, all I see is regress
My rhymes akin rusty nine inch nails to ya asses
And no matter how much will ya figa possess
Im gonna use u lyk American Express

Prepare ur docs for pubs, get ur G's loaded
Well laced, true based stories promoted
Hold it! Stop! Font is not bold and
Rhymes u got done good, but not coated

Gold plated, affiliated, in short - gang-related
U made it! B-side, underground sh+! - screams faded
Crossin hands on the chest, ready to bow-down
Is up to u, im not pushin, not pulling ur crown

Changed ur rapstick to lipstick, Bad Boy click
Lookin lyka hot chick with pitiful parody of a dick
Duckin from my spits-bullets, holding fake tits
Bitch please, I started from nothing to big hits

Ain't nuttin but a G-slang, guess who's banging?
Blitzed to death, makin big mess, head bouncing?
Rhymin bullshit, good shit, long verses tagging
Some sounds swallowing, dirty pronouncing+

Bad meets bad, beats bad, it's all no good
Lyk Boyz in Da Hood, my hommies in Sherwood
Byatch! In S-world, using s-word to school ya
To knock all the bullshit out of ya, inch alla

Violation of rules will cost a lot to ya, fools
No one of ya fools still can't use a tool
Called versification, got u in prostration?
I swear to yall it's a well-known situation

That's tha way it goes! And I lyk it!
Fuk it, I decided that way if u don't mind
Aight! Punks are pressin from the both sides
Shit getting real getting tight, Round 2, Fight!



kormega


What's the way, let me tell u, brothers and sisters
Keep it real and don't brag wit' yo money or pistols
My way is various, both sides, ups and downs
Like Jeckyll and Hyde, double-faced, high and low
U can meet me on the sidewalk, drunk wit' a broken face
Next day on the lowride flyin down the highways
Change the pace, baby boy, when I'm comin through
Brace yourself and give a call for your weakass crew
Don't run your mouth coz yo words could be clue
If u don't know that's the motherfuckin way that I do
Boo-ya, Black Sea homies on the way to the top
Check ya steps or ya last sight will be loud gunshot
"That's the way" is just a warmin' up, what's comin
is the realness, when "real" mofos begin mumblin
words of apologize, quickly steppin back to nowhere
where they came from, no baby is safe from
my gun size and barrell gauge solvin the problems
I'm rollllllin since dark nights till early mornings
I'm balllllin, harder than Dipset, I done told em
That's the way, motherfucka, no way back, it's on!



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