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I Got It EP

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  • Label: deadverse recordings
  • Release: 29 Nov, 2011
  • Catalog No: DV004
  • Heat Down

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      Chorus:
      put the heat down
      .45 automatic 9milli
      Open fire hydrants
      Bomb train, all city
      Stickball handball idle hands grip necks.
      I'm all in, I call next. x2

      New conquest, infested terrain
      Plain speech cuts through platitudes
      Raised amplitude
      Accrued pain enough to pay all debts
      Numbers blowin' up like Odds weed connect
      So few of us left,
      Scattered to four winds
      The fraudulent step, get shattered like porcelain
      I'm forcing my hand, so fuck it I'm all in.
      They fail to grasp that they ain't that important
      Rudiment tasks, they blown out proportion.
      While they blacken our oceans
      The Earth is scorching.

      Chorus:
      put the heat down
      .45 automatic 9milli
      Open fire hydrants
      Bomb train, all city
      Stickball handball idle hands grip necks.
      I'm all in, I call next. x2

      Been called spic, from pale lips, time shifts but the scars don't.
      Throats quote lessons taught from the back-row.
      We go back like Don Co. and Afros.
      Seeing Red like Ché and Castro.
      Too many walking upright
      they missing backbones.
      We can speak on lit street feelin heat on Tapped phones
      12bits, make hits
      need 10 seconds sampled.
      Sequences mangled.
      pliers change channels.

      Chorus:
      put the heat down
      .45 automatic 9milli
      Open fire hydrants
      Bomb train, all city
      Stickball handball idle hands grip necks.
      I'm all in, I call next. x2

      (1 bar pause)
      Expected seas to part
      Skies rain down on the daily
      Devices of my speech pattern
      Tattered bruised brain matter
      Retain status on this mic apparatus
      Teeth chatter, gets brick in this upper strata
      Forces gather, remain persona non-grata
      All I see is actors and non-factors scatter
      Blood converts to text of my next chapter.

      Chorus:
      put the heat down
      .45 automatic 9milli
      Open fire hydrants
      Bomb train, all city
      Stickball handball idle hands grip necks.
      I'm all in, I call next.

  • I Got It

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      8 i got it's

      Your chains can't hold me
      I'd escape like Whodini
      This just 4 plus minutes of funk
      But you'll feel me!
      This ain't high class like caviar & martinis
      Think More gutter like McFish and Riunite
      started seeing the world mad clearly.
      It ain't nothing like TV
      smell of burnt flesh won't leave me
      Thoughts remain like the Lincoln motel ... Seedy.
      ain't a good neighbor, ain't Mr. McFeely.
      I'm your sworn enemy won't sign no treaties
      Fight till the death. no imprisonment For the weary.

      4 i got its

      break

      4 i got its

      Chains self inflicted like gun wounds to right temple
      Embodiment of a god with ideas of a devil.
      I'm the thorn of a rose that stabbed it's own pedal.
      I'm the kid who ain't got shit
      And refuses to settle.
      The one who ain't scared to get bruises,believe me got several.
      To put it short, I test your meddle.
      Model citizens tend to cross streets when we cross paths.
      Invoke the wrath of a 1920's chain gang.
      Cause you to chain smoke.
      Provoke you to clench fists before you realize that the chain that hold me back broke!
      Will I show pity, show remorse? Nope
      CAnt quite cope with societal restraints.
      And I'm well aware of the type of picture that this paints.
      Time to grab your rosaries, pray to your saints
      Nothing good ever comes to those who don't wait.
      So wait a minute while I reload this Trey-eight.
      Call it prophesy ... call it fate.
      Every decision I make reverberates
      hold communal memories like dusty record creates.
      Im Well known in my hood like family first or section 8.

  • Union

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      Test my ,vocal dexterity
      do verbal gymnastics 'round these dim lit bastard celebrities
      Cast as an outcast, I feed on your fear.
      You lucky You allowed to have a career.
      direct actions of an Antichrist like Lars Von trier.
      I'm home schooled nigga I have no peers!
      I'm old school like Vietnam vets wit 1000 yard stares.
      movements are minimal .. dragons lair.
      You say you packing heat, but you packing flares!
      Waiting to be rescued,
      distressed damsel.
      Playing patty-cake don't count as hand-skills.
      It's jersey son fuck around end up in landfills
      get your chance to speak, make sure it's substantial.
      got no time for cartoon niggas,
      I drop anvils.
      Bring your pitiful world to a standstill.
      What's happening Now? You Got cancelled!
      If u don't get it... I'm sure your mans will.

      Chorus:
      Could continue to conversate but it's been one sided.
      Yeah I produced the beats too.
      And they fire.
      Did need a new script?
      Cause your act is tired.
      We Union son,
      We built this Empire! x3

      Yeah decipher that!

      In dire straights but money's nothin'
      My wealth's in a golden tongue and sick production.
      Frame Fortified at this crucial junction.
      Continue wit art when this world is set up for fame consumption.
      Like most volcanoes, was due for eruption.
      The depth of pure evil just Got me buggin
      The feds filming Corners like Charles S. Dutton.
      Whole world recessing, bunch of Benjamin Buttons.
      So What we struggling? You think that's something new?
      only reason it's in the news cause it effects blanquitos too. So you got a few peoples?
      Don't mean you got a crew.
      (you) Just surrounded by niggas as WACK as you!
      All your flossing and posturing ain't practical.
      I practically prophesized your
      Demise down to the decimal.
      You all wrong like Pedophile priests fucking kids in a confessional.
      Amateurs fold like paper swans I stays professional.
      Whole world must of sneezed muthafucka i'm blessing you.

      Chorus:
      Could continue to conversate but it's been one sided.
      Yeah I produced the beats too.
      And they fire.
      Did need a new script?
      Cause your act is tired.
      We Union son,
      We built this Empire!

  • All About Skills

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      I learned to bob and weave when this world throws bolos
      As fancy as I get is some Clarks and a polo
      Don't tell me that you fly when you scheme is jso-so.
      Mechanics rectified to redeemed the slow flow.
      Context remain abstract.
      Too many of them guns prefer the hand claps..
      This is For the Ones I'm apt to sub tract.
      If you never came, it ain't a comeback.
      Got a certain knack to make these fucked tracks.
      We can trade tiraids but nah fuck that.
      Time is money and I'm short on both.
      You'll be, short of breath
      If I get provoked.
      For that, poisoned speech I'm the antidote.
      I'm the kid you can't stand but you plan to quote.
      Could build a library wit all I wrote.
      Lyric run deep I need a periscope.
      let's keep this superficial.
      No time for the fictional
      If vocab don't impress perhaps my diction will!

      Chorus:

      Yo listen well
      Its all about skills
      What the industry took?
      It's time to rebuild.
      Born to concrete so I love that feel.
      You are What you speak!
      Right here? We real! x2

      I rhymed for.. days on piers that straight disappeared.
      Got a.. heavy left that'll end careers.
      Spent.. time on tours that spanned past years.
      Somehow somewhere,
      my path got veered.
      Back on new blocks with the same doctrine
      Some carry box-cutters so that life don't box them in,
      drips of irony.
      When charged in the 1st degree.
      WACK mc's should be booked wit grand larceny.
      I'll play the razor, you play the artery
      Would take some Picasso type shit To match My artistry!

      Yo listen well
      Its all about skills
      What the industry took?
      It's time to rebuild.
      Born to concrete so I love that feel.
      You are What you speak!
      Right here? We real! x4

  • You On Blast

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      Chorus:
      iconAclass putting you on blast
      Forget the past, lil niggas make me laugh. (x4)

      1. Your new styles, are fu-tile
      Stop complaining bout too few smiles.
      This nigga spit bile.
      Burn your timid lyrics on contact
      It's too late back down like Obama telling Saddam he wants our bombs back.
      Your predecessors shoulda taught you betta.
      Now you left to deal wit Consequences of my vendetta
      Conceal the microphone in a 3/4s leather.
      Fitted cap off kilter like I played a double header.
      All bull cause I'm just increda.
      If you a teacher, then guess what?
      You just lost you tenure!
      I speak with confidence a monsignor
      Without the kiddie rape.
      Go ahead god rewind that tape!

      Chorus:
      iconAclass putting you on blast
      Forget the past, lil niggas make me laugh. (x4)

      2. So let me guess you the next big or pac?
      Rising straight to the top of this declining Industry--- Million muthafukas know your name cause they copped it free.
      And in 6 months they'll act like you got a disease.
      Mc's gotta know their worth, griots since the sun's birth.
      Reduced to dancing minstrels just to get work.
      I observed this demise for decades.
      Fake facade presidential puppets
      Set up to disarm our rage.
      It's all about hope? Well I hope we don't get lulled to bed. Wit their warm milk lies.
      Let's get this straight.
      I don't cry cause it's spilt...
      it's rotten inside.

      Chorus:
      iconAclass putting you on blast
      Forget the past, lil niggas make me laugh. (x4)

  • World is Watching

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      Gouge your tongue out, leave tht vocal stump speechless
      There's no class in the world tht could teach this
      Rhetoric like milkcrate preachers.
      To each their own, they found them laying prone.
      Fake al capones too much of tht goodfella nonsense.
      Time to move onward with fresher concepts.
      At onset of cataclysm
      Last man speaking wisdom wont be a Christian.
      Won't be a politician
      Survival is our mission.
      made mistakes before by relying on falsified faiths.
      Genuine fakes
      passed off as great for centuries.
      Cop this tape quick before they censor me.
      Vilified as enemy
      Overload your sensory.
      Probe frontal lobe for remaining memories
      Where I get these rhymes?
      Yo they sent to me.

      Chorus:
      Stream of conscious flow
      A Lil bit obnoxious tho
      Feel the world watching
      Yo Proceed wit caution
      On these blocks u walking x2

      Advance wit a sidestep connected wit a neckgrip
      You Reaching for my rhymes like a groupie want a setlist.
      Intergrate my thoughts like I'm playing tetris.
      well invested in my art cause we born wit bad credit.
      I don't like you... There I went and said it.
      It's said a million times but you never get the message.
      Should be hung to dry, like the younger Maddoff.
      Have me cheezin like the Knicks made the playoffs.
      You All American like layoffs.
      Nigga you like Dick's Chainy, you Stay soft.
      Enough comparisons?
      Save yourself embarrassment.
      And ask yourself.. where the talent went?

      Chorus:
      Stream of conscious flow
      A Lil bit obnoxious tho
      Feel the world watching
      Yo Proceed wit caution
      On these blocks u walking x4

iconAclass – I Got It EP

I Got It is pure hip-hop, hypnotic heavy beats serve as more than just a backdrop for this MC. They focus a spotlight squarely on the lyrics, and iconAclass has a lot on his mind! From race relations to religion to corporate greed, IconAclass holds nothing back. Pushing forward into the new millennia with Mixmaster Motiv  providing the cuts, iconAclass is the next chapter for this ever evolving musician.

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