Guerrilla Republikan Vol​.​2

by MADD ILLZ

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Madd Illz is back with the second installment of Guerrilla Republikan. This mixtape series covers various styles and reports on the current events of our time. Follow @MADDILLZ on all social media. @GTNPRODUCTIONS on instagram.

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released April 20, 2017

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Track Name: Let's Begin
Let’s begin, Texas born Mexican/
With a message stored in his mental den from heaven’s doors/
Forget the stork, he was ushered in on several orcs/
In the right hand a handle, in the left, a sword/
Ten feet in front of him was a leopard, forced/
To sniff out intruders as his eyes swept the course/
The village filed in as the trumpets spread the message more/
To quiet the crowd he pulls out a lion and lets it roar/
He pulls out a giant electric tesla cord/
And starts striking the clouds to erect a storm/
But before it gets to pour on the shore and wet the floor/
He gets to gorge on the flesh of a headless corpse/
If he falls in battle, it’s easy, just get the board/
And Ouija his perfected form back like it never left before/
Saying, “You’ll get chalked-late for them grams, cracker...when I get the torch/
And eft in the marsh, mellow...that’s how you press a smore/
Track Name: Underdogs Ft. ALXMNR
I’m a rapper that’s chosen to close the gap of my own men/
For those who laughed at the flowing, I’m going ham like the Omen/
They hold us back like we owe them, hold up I’m having a moment/
Media has us the coldest, look at Kardashian/Odom/
Oh no we cannot be hoping, hash-tagging, “praying for Paris”/
When it’s out in the open that we’ve been paying the terrorist/
United States of America, how you say you take care of/
The outer stage you’ve inherited as the place of embarrassment/
From slaying indigenous to your tainted religiousness/
From slaves to KKK who train all day to get rid of them/
From Scientology taking away from our citizens
To a million man march and BET don’t do shit for them/
Trayvon Martin dies and and all things considering/
Zimmerman sees a pic of his body and twitters it?/
Refugees and little kids are just as innocent/
As the make believe throne your God is sitting in/

They been trying to make my kind vanish/
In the face of lies and blind panic/
UNDERDOGS

The Anti-Christ they placed is gigantic/
Now the taste they make is quite tannic
UNDERDOGS

We have entered in a bitter season/
Know the flow Adobo but they want it freezing/
I been on my solo even though they teaming/
‘Cause I’ll speak the truth they won’t let me win/

Oh no we cannot be learning, ‘less we’re teaching a lesson/
But what’s deeply concerning is how we’re treating our bredren/
Not even the churches will let you leave with a blessing/
Without a piece of your earnings, that is the key to collection/
My feet have been burning from paths I’ve beat through my stepping/
Presenting speech as my verdict, my only dream is progression/
How you free all these burdens from on your knees as a peasant/
I want to leave this converted version which leads us to weapons/
Invention fees, then get worked in,disbursed to please the intentions/
Of purchasees who are serving the murder sprees that are mentioned/
Ok I heard on my TV, another teen was affected/
That’s how they work off the needy, the greedy leave us infected/
I’m only being poetic you’re not receiving the message?/
No wonder these kids are stressing out on the streets with a weapon/
How many people are bleeding while the police are protected/
But we ‘aint being attentive to all the people elected/


They been trying to make my kind vanish/
In the face of lies and blind panic/
UNDERDOGS

The Anti-Christ they placed is gigantic/
Now the taste they make is quite tannic
UNDERDOGS

We have entered in a bitter season/
Know the flow Adobo but they want it freezing/
I been on my solo even though they teaming/
‘Cause I’ll speak the truth they won’t let me win/
Track Name: On The Rhyme
With MADD ILLZ on the rhyme/
Battle’s on your mind/
But you don’t wanna try/
‘Cause you don’t want to die/

What I can do to an instrumental will usually have you/
Moving through levels of moods and melodies/
Without using no pedals, cleverly embedding the tune in your mental/
I never will be losing credentials, refusing to settle/
I’m the dude in the “who is who” of this movement/
The newest improvement of music, you are listening to it/
If you would enlist in the truth and maybe quit with excuses/
You too can get with the groove and be cool and living exclusive/
Instead, you’re prohibiting lyricism from entering ears, where wisdom/
Is better where clearer lyrics are meshing with inner spirits/
Competitors here are fearless, whoever is fierce, I’ll pierce them/
If ever you hear I’m near, I’ll appear and then kill it Softly/
Like Lauryn from the Fugees/
From performing in a parked car to touring for a few G’s/’
Enormous, where the stars are, I’m sorted next to Bruce Lee/
Snoring on these armed bars, Kimura from a loose leaf/

With MADD ILLZ on the rhyme/
Battle’s on your mind/
But you don’t wanna try/
‘Cause you don’t want to die/

With MADD ILLZ on the rhyme/
Battle’s on your mind/
But you don’t wanna try/
‘Cause you don’t want to die/

There’s just a couple of things I want yall to get instead/
I’m out for blood with the beam, that’s what I call infrared (In for red)/
And if you're dead, then I’ll slit my neck to inflict more threat/
That way I could find your body in the shadows like silhouettes/
So why settle for less lethal, elect evil/
If life imitates art, your head’s a wet easel/
Your homie’s got rhymes, why’s he work’ at Hess Depot/
The only time he got signed, he was talking to deaf people/
So try and stop me, I’ll be in Pine Hills on Hiawassee/
Giving crews a fix (Crucifix), The G’s?..US (Jesus), Try and cross me/ Get it?
I’ll have to flee though if they find the body/
I’ll be in Rio pissing people off with Ryan Lochte/
So try if you can, I cypher with fans/
Besides I hate when rappers have to try to lie to advance/
I am a man and that’s why I fight with my hands/
‘Cause guns are easy to draw like a line in the sand/

With MADD ILLZ on the rhyme/
Battle’s on your mind/
But you don’t wanna try/
‘Cause you don’t want to die/

With MADD ILLZ on the rhyme/
Battle’s on your mind/
But you don’t wanna try/
‘Cause you don’t want to die/
Track Name: We Need A Leader FT. ALXMNR
Disguised as god, they guide our thoughts/
The names of deceased voters lives get bought/
Their fame’s the the extreme bonus, why’s this odd?/
Because brigades of elite soldiers line their plots/
The white get washed, the black get whitewashed, lives are lost/
But the Red Man gets a giant rock/
With Washington’s bust at the highest top/
Just as a reminder of how they died and lost/
I need you to lead and please do believe/
That they feed you these dreams that are weaved in deceit/
They leave you with these things to keep you asleep/
As you leap of the peak of the pre-thought elite/
They keep us in fear by the seat of our rears/
And we don’t dare speak out because we need our careers/
We’ve searched for years, not a speaker was clear/
But amongst the ones who struggle, there’s a leader in here/

To all my people we need a leader in here/
‘Cause we ‘aint really seeing as clear/
I said my people, we need a leader in here/
Because the ones we have now, keep us in fear/

We so/ Sick and tired of being sick and tired/
So they/ Picking lies that'll prick our mind/
No way/ For they design to be recognized/
Till the Day After and now we holding picket signs/
This is what your complacence got us/ They internet think they profits/
But got it wrong cause rural America been sold a product/
I'm not opposed to people imparting their will on destiny/
But presently I'm not comfortable inside the devil’s reach/
I know I'm kind of left, but y'all right is more like the Reich/
Your cabinet's looking bare and my folks are hungry for rights/
Needing to see a doctor but can't even pay for lights/
Y'all niggas dropping the ball, but think you dropping the mic/
Now the speaker is weaker, our new POTUS a tweaker/
And dismantling the state of the union seems to be their fever/
I need somebody to show me we can truly be saved/
Cause after a hundred days shit looks like the hunger games/
Track Name: Leave Me Alone Ft. ALXMNR
Why is it that I’m mentioned by every little battle rapper that wants attention/
I’ve been minding my business, like Maury, I don’t know who these kids is/
Stabbed in the back by my best friends, but I am back so now you bet I’m on a mission/
Shredding all these thoughts that have brought in all my flaws/
Now I got a cause to bring on my ambitions, listen/
Supposed limits were broke within an old written/
And it was awoke by spitting a code in known rhythm/
His whole soul goes for the goal known in him/
But he goes ghost and the shows no longer go with him/
Slow it down, ‘cause going ‘round circles isn’t so profound/
You’d rather have me talk this slow about how I’m gon’ hold the pound/
Forget the message, you’re zoning out/
From blowing loud and it won’t amount/
To the only style that really holds it down/
But it’s noticed now, after he’s old and out/
So focus now, ‘cause he’s deep in the zone/
He is awake in a league of his own/
Keeping afloat through a sea of his quotes/
If you see me, you know now to leave me alone/

Niggas think that Facebook'll keep em safe/
But I tell fools here to hit the breaks/
Cause I'll remind you like they remind me/
Nowadays you ain't hard to find, G/
Leave Me Alone/
Leave Me Alone/
Don't write and don't phone/
I'm off in my zone//

This local rapper had the coldest year/
But I didn’t know ‘cause I was over here/
While ‘yall was throwing bars at every show you hear/
I was going hard to try to mold new gears/
Live off the flow, that’s my soul career/
That’s why the OG’s give me open ears/
That’s why all the haters can’t hold me here/
‘Cause I can see into the lies of the, “so sincere”/
Acidic rappers with hazardous standards/
have Hitler’s hands in their answers...Gassed up!/
That shit is trash, you attracted to that/
I’m a pass and be absent to class ‘cause...That sucks/
Sorry, I cannot be rapping with ‘yall/
Because rapping this isn’t my passion at all/
I just happen to want a release/
from the chemical imbalance trapped in my thoughts/
That is just all, I’m an animal, lost/
Through these patterns, I toss you undoubtable laws/
I doubt you will all give a round of applause/
To the thousands of losses I’ve traveled across/
So focus now, ‘cause he’s deep in the zone/
He is awake in a league of his own/
Keeping afloat through a sea of his quotes/
If you see me, you know now to leave me alone/

Niggas think that Facebook'll keep em safe/
But I tell fools here to hit the breaks/
Cause I'll remind you like they remind me/
Nowadays you ain't hard to find, G/
Leave Me Alone/
Leave Me Alone/
Don't write and don't phone/
I'm off in my zone//

I’m a say this as slow as it gets/
Just so nobody goes showing offense/
I don’t know none of ‘yall ‘cause there’s a ton of ‘yall/
And you’re as dope as it gets/
Why throw a shot like i’m going to flinch?/
See, you need me to respond to go on a binge/
You’re at the open mic, hoping I’ll slip/
I’m back at home, getting dome from my chick/
There’s rumors in town that she knows I’m a dick/
If it is true then she knows where she lives/
There is a doorknob inside of the living room/
Do not think she cannot open the bitch/
I’m sick of you all, posting and shit/
You know me through music’s as close as it gets/
Open my fence like you know where you is/
And i’m choking you limp til your soul is adrift/
This is my world and can no none exist/
I ain't holding you back if you know you can spit/
Just don’t be my friend if you only persist/
On the drama ‘cause I am just over the shit/
So focus now, ‘cause he’s deep in the zone/
He is awake in a league of his own/
Keeping afloat through a sea of his quotes/
If you see me, you know now to leave me alone/
Track Name: Too Damn Bad
I never seen a rapper that could do that bad/
Until he had to battle rap against a dude that’s MADD/
If you ever had a thought you could lose that man/
You better guess again this Mexican is too damn bad/

I never seen a rapper that could do that bad/
Until he had to battle rap against a dude that’s MADD/
If you ever had a thought you could lose that man/
You better guess again this Mexican is too damn bad/


Merry Christmas, this will be very different/
Lyrics get gifted in stocking stuffers for all participants/
Jaws get lifted when talking tougher causes sharp instruments/
To carve your jugular and areas where air would enter in/
I’ve been spitting since this winter wind brought blizzards in/
Since Saint Nicholas said, “Fuck you” and put me on Schindler’s list/
I just wanna rock like Twisted Sister did/
Tongue twisters get so sick they make your mental blisters rip/
Short stops get the pick in every single pickle pit/
So before you pitch a fit, make sure you know it’s a hit/
If you hate me you should scissor snip your dick and slit your wrists/
Or let the gun kiss your lips while you’re drunk up in your whip/
I’d rather be stuck with my chick, getting intimate/
When I bus’, I get inside her body like Miss Frizzle’s kids/
I get the numbers while this pie don’t know what rhythm is/
If you don’t have the time for math, then you won’t hear arithmetic/


I never seen a rapper that could do that bad/
Until he had to battle rap against a dude that’s MADD/
If you ever had a thought you could lose that man/
You better guess again this Mexican is too damn bad/

I never seen a rapper that could do that bad/
Until he had to battle rap against a dude that’s MADD/
If you ever had a thought you could lose that man/
You better guess again this Mexican is too damn bad/


I don’t kiss and tell that’s why she’s at my spot to give me more/
If the box is on sale, I’ll take a shot and liquor store/
During intercourse, tell her, “jack it up”...WINTER SPORTS/
Then use your Darth Vader voice and tell her that, “it’s the force”/
Yo-da chick throws a fit, tell her to get over it/
But make sure you use hands, solo til the boba fit/
Then slay her with my lightsaber, that’s her favorite pick/
My job? Uh...the hut, where I lay ya chick/
She slowly wanna blow me even though she doesn’t know me/
And gave me so much face that her face is an emoji/
Once she killed the hunger, I poured her out some O.E./
Felt like Obi Kenobi fought over the only cannoli/
She needs me close, in her box like TV shows/
Did I eat it or not? Only Wheaties knows/
I’m war’d in behind bars, releasing quotes/
So every sentence forces me to see 3 POs/

I never seen a rapper that could do that bad/
Until he had to battle rap against a dude that’s MADD/
If you ever had a thought you could lose that man/
You better guess again this Mexican is too damn bad/

I never seen a rapper that could do that bad/
Until he had to battle rap against a dude that’s MADD/
If you ever had a thought you could lose that man/
You better guess again this Mexican is too damn bad/
Track Name: War Paint Ft. ALXMNR
I just wanna make this perfectly clear/
To anybody who gets offended from words that they hear/
Well I am here fitting verses in to serve my career/
it allows me to teach the youth to turn off their fears/
How is it we have used our purpose to steer/
Countless of people to become perverted and weird/
Any system proclaiming that a virgin appeared/
And gave birth to a Demigod on this earth is a smear/
When the actual truth is buried in dirt with a fleer/
It’s the reason you haven’t seen me in churches for years/
How the fuck are you going to explain genocide/
Of the indigenous via European enterprise/
The same system saying earth was flat and centralized/
Is the same system in which you argue, never lies/
I’ve severed ties, now a growing swell of people love me/
So, fuck your God if you go against his will to judge me/


The worst devils claim they never lie
The politicians claim that they the saints/
The war lords claim they pray for peace/
So why they puttin' on the war paint?//

The worst devils claim they never lie
The politicians claim that they the saints/
The war lords claim they pray for peace/
So why they puttin' on the war paint?//


They manufacture FEMA caskets for all sizes/
And pissed Americans will probably be called ISIS/
No alternate fuel’s got us paying wrong prices/
Christ is white ‘cause Colonialism’s like this/
Who likes this? I’d advise that you side with/
The type that doesn’t have to lie to be righteous/
The day I decide to be quiet/
I’ll be disguised with a surprise like a 9/11 pilot/
I’m not a terrorist so don’t be conflicted/
My intentions aren’t to serve these religions/
I don’t belong to any kind of a cult or a system/
I don’t lead followers, their soul’s not my business/
I’m just a pissed off American whose interests/
Are the exact opposite of triple sixes/
So if I commit a heinous crime and get convicted/
Just listen to this song ‘cause the media’s gonna twist shit/


The worst devils claim they never lie
The politicians claim that they the saints/
The war lords claim they pray for peace/
So why they puttin' on the war paint?//

The worst devils claim they never lie
The politicians claim that they the saints/
The war lords claim they pray for peace/
So why they puttin' on the war paint?//
Track Name: Time Out Ft. ALXMNR, Matty2Dope, Aye5k!
Feeling like I’m in time, suspended/
Mind bending, advice...pending/
My “end of the line” ended/
And I’m spending it blind/
Surprise vision only for a limited time in/
Despite limits, I get...I’m sick of not flying/
Or hiding my words in the manner I do on the surface when giving you rhymes/
I’m ticking a different rift on my mind, clicking...I’m sick of this high/
Maybe I got it backwards, maybe i’m living a lie/
The only thing I can do in the end/
Is pick up my pen and give it a try/


They got me running through the sand using cement shoes/
So why the fuck would you think I could lose?/
The hourglass half full at the moment, but I take that as an omen/
Second cloning is a thing I could use/
(My Father's Time) It's so precious and the only thing I'm left with/
But the method of this madness brings me closer to my death wish/
(Kinda leftist), but my right to life is being violated/
Got a bucket list a mile long and can't annihilate it/
I'm debating trying to wait it out/ (But dream killers'll play with doubt)/
These second violations got me hating/ (Please just take em out)/
Rules upon rules for these tools to con fools/
While I'm looking for that wisdom, (you know jewels up on jewels)/
Cause I need to see the meaning in what's leading to my demise/
A day just ain't enough of what I'm needing despite my tries/
Each morning is a labor herculean in type and size/
It ain't just gravity that is beefing, I'm fighting pride/
I die every day a little more, not from being in a war/
But from just being alive/ (That's just God keeping score)/
Cause what the good lord giveth he will taketh away/
Every clock tick I'm losing what he gave me today//


Better check the time or you will get lost/
In a crazy fucking world where your souls become the cost/
To be a slave to the grind, it’s like a light to a moth/
Acting like a zombie, it’s your mind that starts to rot/