How to be Hard
by The Sunset Kid
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Don't be Scared
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Outrage
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Mister Burnem
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How to be Hard
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Mass Destruction
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Bang Zoom
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credits
released 21 June 2011
Executive Produced by The Sunset Kid
Executive Produced by The Sunset Kid
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- Track Name: The Mouth of Madness
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Hook:
I'm out to take over the world.
It's all good.
(8x)
Verse 1:
The Mouth of Madness.
Understand it's
the savage
who sent you for bandages,
stitches and staples.
My technique is fatal.
Sensational.
Fateful.
It's meant to be.
Destiny.
A specialty.
Novelty.
Deadly. Quite honestly.
Astonishing.
I set off on an odyssey.
The one thing you've got to see.
A heinous atrocity.
The words of a prophecy.
Mass destruction.
Big Time Stoak Productions.
Erupting.
Stomping and crushing
all bozos.
I have a huge arsenal at my disposal.
Blow holes
through those
fools
once I lose my cool.
I'll have mercy on only a few
once I rule
the planet.
Understand it's
the madness.
Hook:
I'm out to take over the world.
(2x)
I'm out to take over the world.
It's all good.
(6x)
Verse 2:
Big Stoak Boogie.
You ask, "How could he be
so merciless
with
the way he spits
lyrics
and rips
beats.
Keeping it mad real on the streets.
I stay eating mad box and boning mad freaks.
I've got lyrics for days, weeks, months and years.
Smoking mad blunts. Guzzling mad beers.
3 cheers
for the Kid.
The Ultimate.
You bitch ass clowns ain't fucking with
the realness. The ruggedness.
Yea, I step on people.
Let them know that I'm the illest.
I'm like Popeye the Sailorman. I'm strong to the finish.
For breakfast I hook up an omelette with some spinach,
tomatoes, onions and cheese. You what this is.
This is
how I handle business.
Yo, this is how I roll.
This is how I display the rythm and the soul.
No joke.
I pack a bowl.
One toke,
I'm good to go.
Then I grab the microphone
ready to explode.
Sit back, relax and watch it all unfold
as I unload.
The illest story ever told.
I'm just the same old
me.
I'm Brooklyn everywhere I go. You know me.
S - T - O - M - P - A - N - D - C - R - U - S- H.
Terrorize the whole place.
All up in your face.
Hook:
I'm out to take over the world.
(10x) - Track Name: I Love You All
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Verse 1:
I'll put
my foot
so deep in your ass
your gas
will smell rubbery,
from the sole of my shoe. You can't fuck with me.
I'm in love with Olivia O'lovely.
I want her to fall in love with me
so I can perform perverted sex acts on her body.
Slap her with my salami.
I'll give it to her hard, hot and sloppy.
I beat women in the face with my penis. It's so severe,
I have to stand clear
of their sexual advances from that point on
because they come on
entirely too strong
and get crazy.
Trying to enslave me.
They want to make me their sex slave and dominate me.
Asking what have I done for them lately.
I'm like, "Mami, you have to understand - - I'm just a gigolo.
You ought to know
by now.
If you don't know me by now,
you will never know
the truth about the most illest from Sunset.
The most wickedest from Gunset."
It's big Stoak in the place to be.
Fake emcees terrified to face me
run and hide. They say I'm just too crazy.
Hook1 (1x):
I love you all. I love you all so much.
I've got your girl on her knees sucking on my nuts.
I love you all. I love you all so much.
I'm like Hulk Hogan breaking out of the camel clutch.
I love you all. I love you all so much.
I'll twist a Dutch, but I don't smoke blunts too much.
I love you all. I love you all so much.
It's The Sunset Kid. Stomp and Crush.
Verse 2:
My styles are furious,
so you can just call me Furious.
Boys in the Hood. Ain't nothing you can do to us.
Stomp and Crush.
A name you can trust.
This is not new to us.
The catalogue is voluminous.
My raps are venomous.
The comp can't get ahead of us.
We're far too advanced.
All City Champs.
Make all the women want to get up and dance
to the fly rhythms.
Caribbean.
West Indian.
Puerto Rican.
Creeping
on the low.
Rocking 'lo
still.
Yo, I'm so ill.
I shoot to kill
at will
for the thrill
with elbows perched on a windowsill.
Holding a sniper rifle.
Continuing the cycle.
Mingling with psychos.
Hook2 (1x)
I love you all. I love you all so much.
I've got your girl on her knees sucking on my nuts.
I love you all. I love you all so much.
I love big bati gyals. That's girls with big butts.
I love you all. I love you all so much.
I love sluts
who make me bust nuts.
I love you all. I love you all so much.
It's The Sunset Kid. Stomp and Crush. - Track Name: Don't be Scared
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Up and at them.
The phantom.
Some shit you can’t fathom.
Imagine
all the people living life in peace.
Imagine niggas never having beef.
Nobody getting shot dead in the streets.
No need for police.
It’s the Sunset Kid.
Stoak Burnem. Emcee Whodat.
Ripping raps for the people. They love when I do that.
I’m poison like sumac.
I’ve got the itch. I’ve got the fever.
I need a quick pick-me-up. Forever burning reefer.
Turn you into a believer.
When you see the way I kill it,
you will go into hysterics.
Wickedness in full effect.
Growing up around the way, you know I had to watch my step
and watch my back,
and all of that
because shit is mad serious.
Hook (1x):
From the streets where the average man can become a killer.
From the County of Kings.
Doing big things.
From the streets where the average man can become a killer.
I'm all about Stomp and Crush. Rap and graff.
From the streets where the average man can become a killer.
New Age Killers.
Nobody's iller.
From the streets where the average man can become a killer.
You hos might as well just kiss my ass.
Crazy Street Vandals.
I stay making examples
of whack ass rappers. They get trampled
underfoot.
By the crook
from Brooklyn.
It’s all good.
Coming out the wood-
work.
It’s time to burn.
I’m a pyromaniac.
Them dudes is ‘fraidy cats.
Don’t be scared.
Just beware.
Big Tim Stoak. I’m everywhere.
El Terrible.
Simplemente increible.
Mision imposible.
You don’t need me
to tell you.
I just killed the instrumental
off the top of the mental
and my style might resemble
no one’s because it’s all original.
All City Criminals.
MS rest in peace.
Hook (1x):
From the streets where the average man can become a killer.
From the County of Kings.
Doing big things.
From the streets where the average man can become a killer.
I'm all about Stomp and Crush. Rap and graff.
From the streets where the average man can become a killer.
New Age Killers.
Nobody's iller.
From the streets where the average man can become a killer.
You hos might as well just kiss my ass. - Track Name: Outrage
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Verse 1:
Let me teach you
about how I beat people.
I take my belt off and lash them. I’m mad evil
I make art. The world is my easel.
You know your boy stays on point like an needle.
Plus, I stay diesel
for all the fly honies,
and to protect myself against niggas who act funny
and try to steal from me.
Never know. Just in case.
I might have to punch somebody in the face.
Stick a rocket up his ass and launch him into outer space.
Can’t let fools get too big for their britches.
Teaching children manners like nobody’s business.
Who is this?
Your boy, big Stoak.
Cloak
and dagger.
Don’t get stabbed
in the throat.
Don’t get choke slammed
in front of your wife.
Don’t make me have to violate your rights.
Nah, sike.
It’s just me bugging out on the mic.
You know how I do.
The usual.
It’s crucial.
Hook (4x):
You know how I do.
The usual.
I get brutal
on the mic. It's crucial.
The Legion of Demons.
Fresh and fly for all seasons.
You clowns
get slapped around
and catch beatings.
Fucking with a bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans.
De la isla.
Not Rikers.
Roll trees in EZ Widers
and Bambu papers.
Fuck the haters.
They caught the vapors.
Much props to Biz Markie.
The fact
is that
most rappers spit malarky
nowadays.
Selling out the rap race.
The biggest disgrace
to lyricism in history.
No dignity.
An overall lack of integrity.
But, I’ve got the remedy
for all the mediocrity.
The world is not ready.
I prove deadly
for lightweight emcess. I’m too heavy.
Good & plenty.
Far from petty.
I go into a frenzy
and slaughter any enemy.
Forever rep the assembly
‘til the death of me.
Until there’s nothing left of me,
your Excellency.
Hook (4x):
You know how I do.
The usual.
I get brutal
on the mic. It's crucial. - Track Name: Mister Burnem
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Verse 1:
Here's a little song I wrote
and since it's written by me, you know it's got to be dope.
So here we go.
I blow minds with my extraordinary vocals.
From coast to coast.
I'd like to propose
a toast to
the pioneers of this genre.
Phantom of the opera.
Here to bring drama
and do mischief.
Who is it?
Mister Burnem.
Berserker.
A hard worker.
No doubt. Yo, I make it happen
for people who think it can't happen.
Punk ass bitches talk shit and get smacked in the mouth.
A humiliating experience.
Today's lesson: take life seriously.
Big Time Stoak. Ridiculously
fresh.
You know that this is the best.
As good as it gets.
Basta rest
in peace.
Peace
to his brother Primo.
Haven't seen him in a minute but you know
we go
back.
Burnem on the attack.
On track.
I look inside myself and see my heart is black.
A rolling stone for real.
Can you feel
the realness?
I'm down to earth and always have been a realist.
Devious.
Vicious.
You cannot fuck with this.
The sound is magical.
Seems like it's supernatural.
It's never ending.
Burnem the living legend.
I keep it moving
making it look like I'm superhuman.
Don't ever try to play me. That's suicide.
I would tell to ask those who've tried
but they all died.
A bona fide
hellraiser. Certified
hellspawn.
I've been the man ever since I was born.
Hook (x2):
You're listening to the sounds of acid.
It's classic
material.
You're listeninig to Big Fucking Stoak the Imperial.
You're listening to the sounds of Stomp and Crush. It's a miracle.
You're listening to Big Fucking Stoak the Imperial.
Verse 2:
Diabolic.
You know I stay alcoholic.
I just cut back a little bit.
I come equipped
with
ill
lyrical
magic.
A miracle
on 44th street.
Two-Face. Agony. I generate heat
naturally
and bring insanity.
Calamity.
I'm doing my thing. Don't get mad at me.
I have the audacity.
Yep, big balls
for all broads.
Barbarian. Warlord.
Taking heads off with one swing of my sword.
Then I exit the stage to the sound of applause.
The audience goes wild and roars for an encore.
They can't wait for me to come back out on tour.
They cannot get enough of the uncut raw
bumrush. After one hit, you need more.
It's never enough.
I keep my sound rugged and rough.
Adrenaline rush.
Plus,
I don't sweat small stuff.
So I remain on course
and come equipped with X-Force.
Lyrical blowtorch.
I scorch
the earth's surface.
Serve my purpose.
Quality service.
I'll toss you in a furnace.
The creep reemerges.
I go all out and represent my tribe.
An archangel doing battle with the satan inside.
Two-Face. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde.
I haunt my enemies all the way into the afterlife.
Nowhere to run. It's not safe anymore.
My liquid venom. It's sick. I'm too hardcore.
New & exclusive
fluids.
Natural juices.
I jump on the mic and get verbally abusive.
Beautiful music.
It’s like a heavenly illusion
brought on by the use of hallucinogens.
Soundtrack sacrifice.
Brutal crucifixion.
It’s made holy.
Big Time Stoak.
The one and only.
Most noteworthy.
Sunset Park to New Jersey.
Across the planet.
Throughout the universe.
The words of madness.
I swing battle axes.
My target collapses.
The titan clashes
with the mediocre.
It’s over.
I finished it.
New millenium.
Maximum power. Unlimited.
