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Welcome to the Buckshot Entertainment “Sound Archive”. This audio archive is a collection of some of our favorite songs and sound recordings over the past dozen years or so.

Songs that appear here in our archive were hand selected by the audio engineers and music producers as our “favorites” and the songs that we believe deserve to be shared with the world.

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LYRICS

Chorus (The Beast)
We in a league of our own extraordinary gentlemen
You hear us knocking from outside now we breaking in
Vetrenz snatching all your ends yeah we making it
The game is ours “steak the claim” now we taking it!

Verse 1 (The Beast)

Simmer down, naw I’ma stay hot
We blazin hot fire yeah straight to the top
We knock em off at the hinges with this game on lock
We rock at all the spots with our status “Top Notch”
It’s reflectdd in the streets when the fans come and flock
Handin us their mixes when we rollin down the block
When we stop, ain’t no shots poppin from no glocks…
Just props and questions bout the last hit that we dropped
Then it’s off to go and meet the doctors at the shop
Mixin strictly bangers hot tracks never stop
On the doc tip yo they call me the white Dre son
The protégé producer consigliore “I’m the scary one”
The unpredictable mastermind behind the scenes
When I pull strings son expect big things
My despicable actions are reprehensible, screw predictable
Pursuit of perfections endlss… Ha... I stay relentless!

Verse 2 (Cloud 9)

How you gonna act when we get on the map?
Haters better relax while I start stating these facts
Let us get this scratch forget a battle rap
Cuz we got straps for that fatal contact
When Cloud 9 react, so now I gotta speak
If the track broke, Cloud 9 the crutches you see
The press is bound to rush us so player please
End the discussion and stop the fussing
I’ll let you hear a lil something to let you know we ain’t rapping for nothing
SO let’s get it cracking from the capitol
Outside is so dramatical from the dizzle dazzle
Watch us getting mathematical, treating haters like pimples
We pop them it’s that simple, check our credentials…

Verse 3 (Se7en Nova)

Littlefield stand up…
I switch the style up cuz yo Alamo told me
Cuz half you cats are pretend yall ain’t really my homies
Pretending you my goldie, ya leave me dead in the street
Blood leaking out my veins, probably missing some teeth
Man I ain’t gonna let that happen, I’d rather go out clapping
Make these niggas dance like Rerun from What’s Happening
Instead of yapping what ya gonna do, hype man gonna be signing you?
Face the facts nigga you wack! Nobodies signing you!
I’m reminding you what dope is when I spit this shit
Flows so fluid that they call me the “Liquid Kid”
Only difference between industy niggas and us?
They be drivin Bentleys while niggas like us taking the bus!

Verse 4 (Villen Vigilante)

MOTB… (Mark of the Beast)
Tell me how you come against me
When I’m out here rappin “to live” rappin “to eat”
Don’t really give no fuck about these streets
Just pass the chief dog, pass the drink, pass the leaf
I’m starving… See these teeth! Real hungry I’m about to eat
And all the real D block killers feel on my speech
Gyms flip, shims slide in, guts will leak
Peoples will scream… Red light blue sirens
Not playing I’ll pop these things and I got a four fifth (.45 cal)
That’ll clear take out your brain
Snatch the neck when I come for the chain player!

Verse 5 (Juice Lee)

Flint to Lansing nigga…
From Reality blast first, focus on cash first
Nigga get your ass hearsed, get it too fast I straight mash up and dash
Mix grass with hash, you and your staff catch a gash
Outlast a bloodbath… Never… Operator for my cheddar
Murderous mentals on Beast instrumentals
Fuck with me? You an old game like Atari
The hood’s a safari I run around like al-Zarqawi
Beast drop’s blaze, I pop shots at fades
Send lead through dreads, murder shit till its dead
Hold your head I know you dread bloodshed
But it’s “now or never” so we ride together
Get it right we in a league…

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