DESCRIPTION:
produced by
THE REBEL SCUM
ZAM NAYAN

cinematography by
FAIRUZ ISMAIL
DHAN AHMAD

RTB FEST footages by
ZAM NAYAN
KHALIL MAKATA
BADRUL ISMAIL

written, directed, and edited by
ZAM NAYAN

"TIL INFINITY"
produced by MICWRECKA
co-produced by MUSHROOM BUTTONS
lyrics by HQA, ILLSON, MICWRECKA, and WORDSMANIFEST
recorded by MICWRECKA at THE WRECKTIFIER LAB

http://www.scumbag.asia

Lyrics:
HQA
check da ciphering ciphermeister violently designed
illimitable rapper infinity lines madness mind matters lost in a shit sandwich diagnostic report exported virus scan us
brandish purple haze to make yall see
I reign/rain supreme like prince nahmean
caught up im da game outside da club no sinnin in da bedroom chillin fuck street style livin
all around ill never be square cause we gon rip some up cos u know ill be there
like syberia im large and im cold the easiest way to fall is for da mirage of gold
another doggz day cos I roll with da wolfpack
digital revolution evolution never look back
a joint paxxed wit ammo attack wid a combat groove
masses need message dia song will do

ILLSON
Remember when i got you, mind over matter
still keep my self better no matter
how things get fugged up we still brothers
up in this fuggery, fuggin up the industry like Public Enemy
It takes a nation of millions to hold us back kid
not a million tweets to follow just to run this
a college dropped out i know i just fugged it
you see the light it aint Common jesus walks in
peace god son we keep on represent like
nasty Nas illmatic forever shit is tight
you cant hack the tactic of the semi automatic rap full fanatic
like Wu-Tang clan imma fan shiet could B-real how i just could killaman
thinking of a master plan like Rakim when i be on the mic my flows clean
Bussabuss your whole team when i got yall i checked
rest in peace Guru respect the architect

MICWRECKA
it was 19naughty3 black sunday to be exact
in the form of naughty max MY hiphops on the map
thats when i love rap n decided to grab the mic
wreck emcees the way i like it dont matter day or night
imma take a flight with mos def n dj honda
travellin man, in this case the past wont haunt ya
cuz the past was simply the best like tina turner
remember, gangsta rap was performed by real gangsters
not wankstas, word to krs one emcees aint the same as rappers
or a rapper is never an emcee
why dont u join a rock band if you disagree
see, hiphop is dead predicted by nastradamus
life after death with BIG taunting amongst us now
hip hop is never wat is was before
so we rebel wit a cause and solve this once for all

WORDSMANIFEST
call it a habit
this is nun-fiction on the sabbath
fat tapes in my walkman, with beats made by the abbot
tryin to find my native tongue
stunted with the knowlegde til i got burnt by the philly blunt
roundin out the cali funk, i embodied that shit
so when i bodied my first show, yo the city stunk
rap made me sit down and know gritty
from the beats, to the rhymes to the rogues who roll with me
to the real heads who saw the underground and dove with me
to every line i heard on a track, they grow with me
... and everybody knows
the tag brought the scratch brought the mat brought the illy prose
then the steady shows
it ain't hard to tell, it already flows
if love was the hustle ... we already pros
We fucks hard with it, minus the slutty hoes
Pimpin ain't easy but it's harder without the slutty pose
... Won't stop with it, can't stop with it
That shit from the South Bronx just up and done deed it
And halfway around the world, we run with it
Everybody checkin on what we done with it
All the haters - hopin TRS is done with it
Chill the fuck out, Manifest still havin fun with it
Play it close to the cuff, Imma raise my son with it
And when he grows up, he's gonna son your ass with it