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Guerrilla Republikan Vol. 2

by MADD ILLZ

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dboy422 my dog been doing this since he was about 14 well probably sooner than that but I've known him a long time and he sticks to the Grind and Immaculate rhymes
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1.
Let's Begin 01:07
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/
2.
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/
3.
On The Rhyme 02:48
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/
4.
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/
5.
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/
6.
Too Damn Bad 03:38
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/
7.
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?//
8.
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/

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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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MADD ILLZ Orlando, Florida

Orlando Hip Hop Legend, MADD ILLZ is no stranger to the Hip Hop Culture. After founding the largest viewed rap battle league in the world (Grind Time Now), Illz has moved on to lecture on the science of freestyle rap and release underground HIp Hop projects. ... more

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