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Reefer Madness

by Da Grym Reefer

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[Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] Y'all been sleeping on me But's that's ok Cause y'all gon' recognize me In a moment In due time I will get mine And then fulfill my omen Until that day Y'all in the way I'm seeing no opponents So I offer you no atonement I offer you no condolence I offer you flow that's potent And dope as that diesel smoking Set up the mold and broke it And dare if you hoes approach it To let you know who's the coldest And who's flow is taking notice I read all the rules And broke 'em I rolled all the blunts and smoked 'em And got so high I don't even know why Is my flow so open Or why is my English broken Don't matter As long as I keep it flowing like hemoglobin And raising your serotonin We'll keep this going... A fucking veteran Better than your competor More clever And never equal whoever You think you better than But if you want It's whatever But I suggest that you'd better Reflect and project my respect And confess "He is the man!" [Hook: ItsyaboiH2] Not really have said it all Not feel like I said it all [?] Some of y'all don't get it all Meaning that I've still got ears I've been tryin' to reach for years Hanging by a thread So what makes you think I won't let you fall? [Repeat x1] [Verse 2: ItsyaboiH2] How could I even let Get to this My restlessness is petitive And the message is Just a little bit less Than it was I guess, last time around If you're tearing up Better dry it now I swear to ya Just tie my rounds I'm crying out For you to find a route Or already have it laid down Don't worry I'll wait clown Cause I hate how You give me so full of shit Just keep on milking out That brown cow Or rock out on every track I'm the People's Champ Watch how I raise eyebrows With a clothespin You won't even get a toe in When I go in Through your whole smile With a clothesline Cause the whole time I've been trying to stay on my grind All my new fans still geeking off my old rhymes And I always come back You only get one chance Cause you pussy ass rappers Just seem to have no spine And to think that you gon' shine Is when you need to rewind And please find A way better way to waste your free time Nah, I'm not going to be kind Cause this mine I need mine I'm on the come up So you better decline And give it a rest For somebody find your ass out Reclined So if it were me trying to read these signs I'd say you press your luck Trying to fuck with us We gon' hang you up By any silver line we find This designed to lead the blind To exactly where we sacrifice the swine [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Da Grym Reefer] Ugh! Grym Reefer in this bitch again (Yup!) And I don't give a fuck again (Nope!) Since I got real about my dividends (What?) I'm short about a few friends (Well?) I ain't really giving no fuck All I'm asking for is my cut You can kiss the back of my nuts And you fuckers know what's up And I keep the chrome thing tucked And I keep it loaded up And I know you ain't gon' bust, bitch You're known clitoris Mitches that gotta sit to piss Faggots Bad actresses Mitches might be too masculine My passion is thrashing Your whack asses to ashes And fucking laugh As I smash your plastic ass in a casket Haphazardous Nastiest rap activist Bullying rap bullies Who're really in life Pacifist bastards Whether sober or plastered I'm an assassin's assassin We're like plaid and pinstripes In public we're clashing Cause... [Hook x2]
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(Spoken) Welcome everybody To the Reefer Madness mixtape And uh... We bout to get into this thang... A lil something like this (Verse) Been a long time but the game's still mine Still been hustling on my grind Still been working on my music Just gave my crew the deuces Gathered up my game and used it Got the fuck away from the useless Niggas that don't think no bigger Nigga's still Grym [grim] but my buzz much bigger Figured I was gonna fall off But why? Would I come down Cause a nigga too fly Can't make it rain cause you niggas too dry Don't fit the bill no need to apply There's no love lost between you and I Cause I'm destined to shine like a beam in the sky Been on the rise Ever since I arrived King in disguise It's me Who am I?
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(Da Grym Reefer) Verse 1 From the depths of hell From the cradle to the grave On this planet-tation planet Everybody born a slave From day one had to struggle Until you learned to hustle Then you learned it wasn't Who you are, but what you have That made them love you (And why?) Cause you can't take it with you When you die So if you make your ends by any means They say you fry So why should I try to live like I'm the perfect guy When even the preacher living like religion is a lie What's the connection 'tween this life and the next life? Most life is spent worrying about post life Host life eternally wishes that is was most life And I'm so like: "What the hell you doing with your life?" Worrying about each other like we have no life Ignoring the ones who really Try to grow life You think you're 'Big Pimpin' living the "ho's life" We're all living but nobody really knows life (Miss Joyce) Chorus The world in which we live Can be so cold Learn to survive this life With a heart of stone Real Eyes realize real lies You must hold your own We walk in the valley So the path is long And they wonder why we act this way My reply is just to live to see another day They ask why we choose to roam alone Because we chose to go The less traveled road (Tension Relief) Verse 2 Head across the River Styx to get back home Feels like I'm lost in the realm where the blacks roam They say that white's right and black's wrong That's why a fitted crown of thorns adorned the king's black dome How come the truth you tell ain't what you say it is? If you just solely after riches, yous a Paganist Show me a republican and I'll show you a Satanist Only kids play games and I ain't trying to babysit What you after, the riches? The gold? I'm trying to talk God into saving your soul Peter, don't close the pearly doors I hope to get in before this Earth implodes How could I possibly forget? The fire drew me out Strung from a dogwood in the dirty south When i die, just put a quarter in my mouth Weeping willow sag extra low in front of the house (Miss Joyce) Chorus
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[Verse 1: Psy, Westside] Reverse the quote From Malcolm X dream Necessary action by any means I'd hate to be mean With a fucked up plan Cause sometimes the missions Achieved through peace Thanking the Lord For grabbing my hand I've touched 29 I feel like a man I'm raising my seeds With values with ease Lucky my mentality beat the streets [Verse 2: Da Grym Reefer] Or let them streets beat you Even though they not know what they do Same streets made me Made you In a world of lies Trying to seek the truth So when I speak the truth Even if I show no proof You feel it Even shit I didn't say You hear it and know it's more than lyrics [Verse 3: Psy, Westside] Progression is hard to maintain for people It's harder when you searching for fame It's evil Society's cast is one fit all Follow the leader Everyone falls Description of people Sometimes will be meek You fight for your life Or you fight just to eat [?] of life But the path can be beat Half will die Cause the rest cannot see [Verse 4: Da Grym Reefer] Everybody all about wealth Can't lie, I want that myself I don't wanna be loved for being someone else Rather you hate me for being myself Ain't nobody but myself Got a problem with myself? My advice to you niggas Grow a pair and just go fuck yourself [Verse 5: Psy, Westside] This world is in our hands Even though we act like the world ain't our hands God's hands So we continue struggling trying to change our plans We commit sins over sins Mind over matter This game called life is a battle between evil and good But we battle the demons so good we can't lose With the Lord on our side We got much pride With our hands up high What supposed to be tears are dry Ain't no fear in my eyes Why? I'mma fight for my life. Right? I'mma make it in my life. Right? If the war is on I'mma fight for life Everyday and everynight I'm prepared for the fight From the dark into the light Been too evil You can have this world [Verse 6: Da Grym Refer] I wake up to another day The sky is grey but life is great Ask me how I feel I feel like shit but the reply is "Straight" Heading to my 5-8 so I can slave and make this money Ain't it funny? I'm a college educated working dummy We're puppets for this money We'll 'bout do anything In our childhood we left our dreams And traded in for schemes Or scrubs and a hairnet At the top we just ain't there yet We're at the bottom Left to perish Isn't it apparent We're doing worse than our parents The economy is bust The government is broke I bet the tab falls on us Long as I've got my fam Long as I've got my girl Long as I've got my son Then fuck it Y'all can have this world [Hook: Psy, Westside] You can have this world You can have this world You can have this world You can have this world You can have this world [Repeat x1]
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[Chorus: Miss Joyce] Determination is the key to the game Real recognize real I'm not searching for fame Tried to tarnish my name But this is not about you So your thoughts and opinions Are irrelevant too Cause I Will never lose at what I do Keep it true Just play my part Stay out my lane Just do you What I want to achieve I will please believe Cause this is not about you This is all about me [Verse 1: Solo G] Look They say they want it all Fancy cars and jealous broads I say they're blinded by All the dollar signs involved I've got a deadly mind I'm in this game, homie They say I'm tripping on them Family switching teams on me That's why I'm Solo G I don't need your company I've got my own swag All that anna don't belong to me I'm doing what I gotta do Grinding 'till the job is through Look at me I'm living proof But what's a man supposed to do It's family first If that don't work Then I play it in reverse Lift the curse You got the pouty face Because your feelings hurt I give my all And spread the word to all of those involved That I ain't stopping I ain't even slowing down at all I'm 'bout mine You're so far from my mind It's astronomical Just like a fragment of time Been missing Since I've been gone But now I'm back in the zone You can put your money on in it I'm killing 'em like a slug to the dome (Yeah) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Da Grym Reefer] All we can do Is try to stay the hell out of jail What can you do When everybody wishes you fail? In these times Your haters are the ones that's wishing you well So if you shoot They give you 24 with an L So with that said You know that everybody's going for self So don't be too friendly Cause it's bad for your health People are selfish as hell And that ain't soon changing Man, it's all about wealth If you ain't sharing they taking That's the only way that some of them Seeing them make it That's how America made it In the land of forsaken It's a given or taken for stacks Leaning and breaking your back Long as you're paying your tax You might leave it all intact Watch your friends Whether you're balling or flat Cause it's cold outside Your homie will lay you flat Like Solo I roll solo and dolo And me gucci When cat's start acting small like Pebbles Extra fruity [Chorus]
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[Hook: Da Grym Reefer] Ain't nobody got time We trying to have a good time Got drank in my cup And money on my mind All these niggas up in here Y'all just holding up the wall But all these women up in here Better get up on these broads [Repeat x1] [Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] Ciroc flowing like a fountain Everybody in this thang just bouncing (But you, nigga) Why you up in here frowning? (I mean) Who comes to the club to sit on the couches? (Turn up, nigga) I ain't worried 'bout shit Won't start no shit Won't be no shit Everyone in here grown We ain't on that shit Next slow song the DJ play I'm snatching up a chick Cause tonight this is a party I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow All my niggas poppin' bottles All my ladies look like models Not the place to feel your sorrows Nigga, we trying to feel the opposite Stepped into something fresh And stepped out Like "Tell me I'm not the shit!" Stepped out To take a break from the grind Stepped out Just trying to ease my mind Stepped out Just because I wanna shine But mostly stepped out tonight Just trying to have a good time [Hook x2] [Verse 2: VVS] F.N.I.A I'm a watch connoisseur But I don't have time for the bull He just hating on all the strings that I can pull This here macking Breaking hoes down like some fractions or division I got chicks on both coasts I just put them in divisions I get money I like new money My money in mint condition I been getting money for years Getting money a tradition In the club Yeah, we tipping Grym sippin' Me, I'm pimpin' Bad chick dancing on me With a shape that be gifted (Yeah) I pull a wad then instantly start tipping Throw it in the air She gon' get it like Griffey Yeah, my guys in the club And they smoking on medicinal My guys on your girl Turn your head and you missing her (Yeah) I'm just trying to have a good time... With your bitch Took her to my deluxe apartment Until I get tired [Hook x2]
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(Hook) Break it down. Drop it low Drag it all across the floor Further than you usually go Show the club that you're a pro Take your Jello. Make it jam I just wanna see you dance Got these niggas in a trance Trying to get up in your pants (Chorus) Now twerk something The way you move I'm surprised that you ain't hurt nothing Got these other girls watching like they learning something Everybody tossing dollars like you earned something You working with something (Verse) Now you know as soon as you came through the door You know you had ass like "Whoa!" Gone drop it down low to the floor Let ya boy get a peek of that peach on the low Cause I know you're a freak on the low You chief on the low I peeped out the pro You're licking your lips While I'm blowing my smoke You moving them hips like nigga let's go (So I'm like...) (Hook) Break it down. Drop it low Drag it all across the floor Further than you usually go Show the club that you're a pro Take your Jello. Make it jam I just wanna see you dance Got these niggas in a trance Trying to get up in your pants (Chorus) Now twerk something The way you move I'm surprised that you ain't hurt nothing Got these other girls watching like they learning something Everybody tossing dollars like you earned something You working with something
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[Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] With so much drama in the industry I see it's getting kind of hard for the real MCs but... Somehow some way Keep coming up with lyrics for these niggas While the rest bringing decay They say That every other rapper trapping now Three-sixties got 'em trapping out of massas house They keep telling me to stay the independent route But I even see some independents cashing out I meant selling out Freudian slip Niggas bailing out On some corporate slip While everybody claim That they're the realest and shit I see way too many mules on an industry kick Even the fans acting like some fucking zombies and shit One blog can make the world jump on top of your dick While the rest treat you like a fucking target they missed Cause you don't live to be a legend and an artist in this... Rap shit [Hook x 4] Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky duck Then press your luck [Verse 2: Teddy Sm!th] I'm sick of the cynical, hypocritical censorship Two MCs in their rawest form is what you're witnessing Kicking down doors Bringing attention and Fuck your blogs and your forums We ain't listening Secret agents wearing hip-hop uniforms Sneaking in Like a Mexican going across the border This that New Rap World Order Instead of me giving them pennies for my thoughts I gave them quarters cause the game is lame and needs change Leaving me insane Everybody's brainwashed and they're doing the same thing Over and over again History always repeats itself If you don't pay attention to it I'd hate to call you stupid, Stupid but Stupid is what Stupid does They want you to rap tough and bust your gun So you can be in handcuffs Use your fists, nigga Man up! It's Teddy Sm!th and Grym Reefer Coming out your fucking speakers! [Hook x4]
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[Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] With so much drama in the industry I see it's getting kind of hard for the real MCs but... Somehow some way Keep coming up with lyrics for these niggas While the rest bringing decay They say That every other rapper trapping now Three-sixties got 'em trapping out of massas house They keep telling me to stay the independent route But I even see some independents cashing out I meant selling out Freudian slip Niggas bailing out On some corporate slip While everybody claim That they're the realest and shit I see way too many mules on an industry kick Even the fans acting like some fucking zombies and shit One blog can make the world jump on top of your dick While the rest treat you like a fucking target they missed Cause you don't live to be a legend and an artist in this... Rap shit [Hook x 4] Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky duck Then press your luck [Verse 2: Teddy Sm!th] I'm sick of the cynical, hypocritical censorship Two MCs in their rawest form is what you're witnessing Kicking down doors Bringing attention and Fuck your blogs and your forums We ain't listening Secret agents wearing hip-hop uniforms Sneaking in Like a Mexican going across the border This that New Rap World Order Instead of me giving them pennies for my thoughts I gave them quarters cause the game is lame and needs change Leaving me insane Everybody's brainwashed and they're doing the same thing Over and over again History always repeats itself If you don't pay attention to it I'd hate to call you stupid, Stupid but Stupid is what Stupid does They want you to rap tough and bust your gun So you can be in handcuffs Use your fists, nigga Man up! It's Teddy Sm!th and Grym Reefer Coming out your fucking speakers! [Hook x4]
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[Hook: Miss Joyce] I do what I gotta just to ease my mind in time It may get hard but I keep on moving Stay on my grind I don't worry bout what others Have to say about me Inhale, exhale My world is so lovely [Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] Life is full of so much pain and sorrow People finding peace of mind in the bottom of a bottle Bottom of a barrel The world is in peril Always stepping on a brother No Will Ferrel So in my mind's eye To keep my mind right My eyes tight When you're living the high life You focus on the highlights And trying not to get found on the roadside So a nigga stray Far away From the low lives [Chorus: Miss Joyce] [Verse 2: Da Grym Reefer] Trying to stay out of the drama and bullshit Rule number one Gotta watch who you fool with Everyone smile in your face You ain't cool with Especially them fools that your ass Went to school with Even though they older Man them fools on some new shit Cause they ain't done nothing with their lives And won't do shit So I know a lot of niggas mad cause I do this But I don't care Just saying so you'd know that I knew this Instead of thinking I'm clueless Bitch, I ain't new to this Bitch, I'm true to this Since I fell out my motherfucking mamma's uterus My fuse been lit, to blow bitch And it Refuse to quit Till' I refuse to spit And I quit and let go And the answer to that question Is a resounding "No" Cause the answer to the pressure Is a resounding flow And I respond to all the bullshit When I light my dro so... [Chorus: Miss Joyce] [Verse 3: Da Grym Reefer] I'm just saying You better live your life And enjoy it All that other shit ain't really that important If you think about it It's too short to be stressed out Be glad you're above ground Niggas do bids And get killed when they touch down Wasn't safe back then Even less safe now When frienemies from then Be all in your face now I guess I'm about to reach success So in the meantime Stay on my grind And ease my mind And stay blessed
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[Intro] Why is it you're always asking me about other females But when I'm trying to kick it with you You're always playing me to the left? What's up? [Verse] Why don't we Settle down, fall in love Girl, what you waiting for You're losing your investment All this time that we're taking up Making up, breaking up Just so we get back together Know we wanna be together Need to get our shit together Get together? It's whatever You act like you're just passing time Call up, hook up, fuck And then you go your way and I go mine But next time that we talk You're acting like you're 'bout to lose your mind You need to say what's on your mind Girl, I cannot read your mind No more than you can read mine No more than you can lead blind You don't like her but she's trying You act like loving me crime 'Spose to do with these signs? You cut into my "me time" A drama queen by design Plays the role of the one crying, the one lying The one trying Always deals with bullshit The one dealing the bullshit always says some shit like "Deal with it." But I'm a keep it real with it I'm not about to deal with it And not even trying to hear about no chicks that I ain't kick it with so... [Outro] "So what I'm saying is...(inhales blunt and exhales) Hit that dope If I don't have no ties to you don't have no ties to me..."
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[Verse 1: Psy, Westside] See, this city that we living in It makes me hard to love her My black brothers drop out of the 10th Grade get a gun and shoot each other Tell me how I make it in a city Where they live to die Since 15 they wasn't taught We live in a city that's bred in violence Adolescent, look up How can I look up if I don't know better? Scheming trying to make it in life Needed money started selling that white Oh, my Lord, How did I get caught up In the situation I'm in I promise, Lord, only took one hit Now it seems like I'm sprung on the shit Habits turn magic with sound Excuses be holding you down Half of my thoughts I regret it Half of my people indebted Money the root of all evil Backstabbing mashing your people Tell me how angels don't cry Boulders on shoulders won't lie Holding you closer my five Exposing my knowledge and time Look at the daughters that cry They turn into women that fly Leading the blind and misguided Hope that you find it in time Leading the blind and misguided Hope that you find it in time [Verse 2: Da Grym Reefer] I'm from the belly of the east Where you won't find a damn thing peace When you're struggling to pay the lease You do the most but get the least Cause these streets They teach that you can't eat Without no heat So we preach You come short on my money Put you six feet deep And fuck police Cause it ain't me They serve and protect Oh heck! Go check! Those negroes so suspect... Description Not to mention We came in chains and whipped So now we murder one another Over chains and whips Cause when it rains it pours And when it leaks it drips And when the storm has passed You all abandon ship Because the grass looked greener You thought the water was cleaner (But no) The freedom is raining Jim Crow And you didn't even know.... [Bridge: Psy, Westside] This city was built by trains This city is full of snakes This history hard to take Every street was built by slaves Don't talk to her In a city full of pain I know it feels strange When they up them thangs Nothing remains [Hook: Psy, Westside] Jackson done changed Jackson done changed The problems and the issues that you have And you can't talk to her Jackson done changed Jackson done changed The problems and the issues that you have And you can't talk to her [Repeated from Bridge]
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Tension Relief: (Quietly: "RIP Trayvon") Im gone stay the way the Lord made me; off in his image 6'1" young black male, alot of melanin in my skin and They profile me a felon in the court of public opinion I'm already guilty, the only crime committed was living In a world full of sinning it seems you can walk to the store no more Every time I walk by slow little white bitches locking they door Oh no, I ain't gone go for being your scapegoat no more Where's the crime in buying an iced tea and a bag of Skittles? Now who knows which way the wind gone blow? Ho, stop your faking Only seems to me that you are witnessing black men in public places If I wanted your purse I'd take it, go rambling through your shit Mace you in the face with your own mace, bitch. Now take this! (Ugh!) The troops assembling in the city. We going To start a riot, all my niggas coming with me Let's head to the suburbs and show them white boys what's the business It's a white man's world. You all run this shit, we all just live here. Yeah But living in fear just ain't no living Can't even go grocery shopping without people keep following me like I'm stealing Every time the police stop me, how come they always got to frisk me Villian-ized by social stigma, penalized just cause of my pigment Da Grym Reefer: What's beef? Beef is four little girls getting burned up in a church Beef is Emmit Till getting hauled off in a hearse Beef isn't the way Pac & Big got did Beef is police being involved in it My skin is my sin While America pretends It's unheard of I could get killed and go to trial for my own murder Served a summons in a casket I'm being dramatic But the truth in what I speak is tragic Under these fascists Reverse Racism? No you've got it backwards These days and times, man The truth is a bad word Voted for change but were hustling back-wards The moneys in the way. Gotta get to it faster Why don't we own nothing? Too busy trying to rock a chain Skip the guns butter over everything Fuck freedom! All that corny shit ain't of importance Niggas don't stand for justice They stand in line for Jordans Miss Joyce: (Chorus) A queen can't sit back and let them dethrone her king My brother can't you see you kill each other in vain Learned how to play the game But you switched up teams Don't you know there is no fear Like a black man with a dream Kumasi: In a free society -- I'm walking down the street, police got the nerve to ask me "where you going? Where you coming --" "ain't none of your damn business where I'm going! "It ain't none of your damn business where I came from! Fuck you talking about, 'Where are you going? '" " You go anywhere and ask anybody else "What they're doing here?" Do you stop and ask anybody else in this society, man, "Why do you exist?" you understand what I'm saying? But you got the nerve to ask me that, all day, every day? Now what do you think that does to me, psychologically? What does that tell me? What message am I being fed, everyday See, he don't understand that every day, he's feeding me a spoonful of hatred Every day -- that's my diet A spoonful of hatred You see? And it's just a question of when is this going to erupt? And upon whom is it going to erupt? Am I going to attack myself, am I going to attack my brotha, you understand? Am I going to attack my own image in the mirror, or am I going to eventually attack the cause of my anger and my frustration? But the point is, I'm a walking time bomb -- .. someday, somewhere, on somebody The question is -- upon whom? (Chorus)
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[Hook: C Dub & Yung Ra] Same ol' shit (Same shit) Just a different day (A different day) Still searching for those better days (Better days) Lord it gotta be a better way (A Better way) How more can a nigga take (Reaching for the stars) [Repeat x1] [Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] It's an everyday struggle just to pay the bills Can't make an honest living Damn near gotta rob and steal Feeling like a slave Cause even though I got paid today All the bills I've accrued Overdue Or they due today Just wish that I knew a way To make it to a brighter day Racing through the road of life Looking for my right-of-way Cause right away Everything isn't looking good But still trying to keep up with the Joneses Like I'm living good But I'm still in the hood Tell me what you know Honestly About poverty No credit card in your wallet Just an EBT Been seeking employment But employment ain't really seeking me And Section 8 About the only way for me to keep my lease Got a letter Telling me, next month My rent will increase But in that same week My work hours about to decrease Seems like the only comfort I find is in a weed leaf But gotta find another job So I can't chief for six weeks (Damn!) [Hook: C Dub & Yung Ra] Child support due Baby needs shoes I might not have a job But you ain't got a clue So don't push me Cause I'm close to the edge Trying to keep from robbing niggas Putting pistols to their head I'm just Fed up with not having my bread up Rather take chances with feds trying to set a nigga up Instead of getting fucked by a 9-5 And still can't hardly survive Or get your head above water as hard as you try No such thing as an honest living Cause honestly No one honest is even still living Obviously I see the poor and we're still struggling I see the rich and they still hustling Like it's still nothing They've got the most But they give nothing We got the least but we share it Even though we ain't got nothing And even though we ain't got nothing We've got the will to survive more than most So nigga that's something [Hook: C Dub & Yung Ra] [Verse 3: Da Grym Reefer] Life is what you play out Looking for a way out We be like "Fuck a job!" And hustle hard for a payout Jobs like a layoff Right before the playoffs Fourth quarter bullshit Right before your payoff Guess that's how I got in this rapping shit Cause if it wasn't for that I'd probably be on some trapping shit Went and got knowledge of self Now they say I'm an activist But I ain't got a pot to piss How can I adapt to this Trying to school my people On all kinds of traps and shit But I would get more respect If I said I was trafficking "Oh, now we on that again?" "Yeah, now we're on that again." I love all my people I just hate where our passion is If we wanted to change the world More than our income We'd still have the Black Panthers Malcolm and then some Instead of doing the same shit That's just going to fade away Dig down a bit deeper And maybe we'll see a brighter day (Just maybe.....)
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[Chorus: Miss Joyce] J-A-C-K-S-O-N My hometown Call it Jackson Where we wanna grow With love and peace And bring some harmony To our community [Repeat x1] [Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] I was born on the eastside of the J-town I was three Still remember that ride on the Greyhound I remember when a brother would beat you straight down Nowadays they take a gun and lay you face down Can't let your kids just walk around these streets now These streets will snatch 'em up Soon as they put their feet down You ain't no gangsta, little shorty Put the heat down Y'all being punks Scared to take a beatdown Get in your books kid These streets ain't all sweet Ain't nothing for you in these streets Ain't no peace in toting heat These police don't care If you claim for from the West or East All they see is that black skin So to them, we all are beasts Whether rich or poor When it rains it pours We're under the same umbrella Better less or more With no cheddar But more cane than Singapore So when you flash your cash The all wanna see you poor in... [Chorus x2] [Bridge 1: Miss Joyce] I know it's not always easy To smile when the road gets rough But only we can make a difference Our children are depending on us [Verse 2: Miss Joyce] To do the right thing There's so much pain And confusion in our world And we are the ones who's losing Our generation of boys in girls Are growing up to fast (too fast) And leaving too soon (too soon) Tell it's now to speak To remove this cloud of doom Let's help them to achieve their dreams So in themselves, they can believe Let's turn to the positive So they can begin to lead [Chorus x2: Miss Joyce and children] [Bridge 2: Da Grym Reefer and children] Children: (Stop!) Da Grym Reefer: Committing the killings and violence It's senseless Children:(Stop!) Da Grym Reefer: The murders of all The children and women Children: (Stop!) Da Grym Reefer: Tell again and make the city feel it Miss Joyce and children: (Oh Stop!) Miss Joyce: Say J-A-C-K-S-O-N Children: J-A-C-K-S-O-N Miss Joyce: J-A-C-K-S-O-N Children: J-A-C-K-S-O-N Miss Joyce: J-A-C-K-S-O-N Children: J-A-C-K-S-O-N Miss Joyce: J-A-C-K-S-O-N Children: J-A-C-K-S-O-N [Bridge 1: Miss Joyce] I know it's not always easy To smile when the road gets rough But only we can make a difference Our children are depending on us [Chorus: Miss Joyce and children] J-A-C-K-S-O-N My hometown Call it Jackson Where we wanna grow With love and peace And bring some harmony To our community
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A compilation of collaborations of songs featuring Da Grym Reefer

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released February 10, 2014

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Da Grym Reefer Jackson, Tennessee

Da Grym Reefer officially started his career using the moniker Renaissance featuring on Dr. Gigglez 1st compilation “Roastin N Toastin Vol. 1”, released in 2002.
He recorded his first solo song, a song titled “Frigid”. This song opened doors to feature on future releases by the young independent label headed by Dr. Gigglez, known as Jacktown Records, commemorating their home town Jackson, TN.
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