KickUInDaTeef 2 - 2012
“The Rock-Rap-Sheet”
KickUInDaTeef is a musical group combining the energy and freedom of Rock with the style and delivery of Rap. This effective mixture creates an interest for demographics that, otherwise, show little desire to mingle. Add in the way each artist brings a distinguished presence and you get a dynamic that opens the door for people to choose their own reasons to listen. Precision. Determination. Desire. Awareness. Intellect. Creativity. Professionalism. These characteristics are used to attack every opportunity that presents itself, whether a show, business, or the creation of a piece of music. Arming themselves with the goal of Progression and the phrase “just get better” has the industry opening their eyes to KickUInDaTeef and they couldn’t open any wider.
KickUInDaTeef continues to impress on all fronts. Artwork is designed to visually prepare you for the audio to follow. Beats are chosen that attack you with the urge to move in rhythm. Lyrics are written to both capture you in sound and in depth. Vocals vary in such a way to keep you on your toes at all times. Recordings are crisp and editing works in conjunction with lyrics to give you the “wow” factor. Mixing and mastering is done to an industry level and is simply a pleasure to the ears. Doing Business with KickUInDaTeef is a “breath of fresh air” and a professional relief. And Shows? Well. There is no better way to say it than …….
LYRICS
Flamethrowa |
Who's That |
"THEM" |
Sick 'Em |
Price of Guns |
Hookless |
Where Yo Mouf Is |
End of Days |
Addicted |
"FLAMETHROWA"
Chorus:
I spit my shit like a flamethrower (a flamethrower)
I grab the mic then diss yo ass just to spite (what)
You aint a killer you a pussy (pussy)
You can fuck with the flows I bring
Never stopping the flow lets pop on the floor
Birth place of this hip-hop creating the new music
From the streets cuzin cu cu cu cuzzin
Here's the deal let's give em something real
Verse 1 Two6red:
Kick you in the teeth muthafuckin 26
Ima be the king of this underground shit
Got a half a pound smoked and a glass of crown vic
Outta Oklahoma city where the thunder pound click click boom
Yeah we back in the room
I just hit your little city this afternoon
Ive been feeling pretty gritty bout to make a move
Because its kick you in the (what huh) volume two
When I get to the show I just go nuts with my click
Yo chick is up in the VIP she tryin to suck on my dick
Ima pro tho bro so I keep my shit zipped
I call her mary pass her left and sign my name on her tits
You see me shinin in the light I fuckin murder the mic bra
Admit it im the best you ever heard in yo life huh
Im dissin to spite ya yeah were so sick
And them other silly suckers aint shit
Chorus:
I spit my shit like a flamethrower (a flamethrower)
I grab the mic then diss yo ass just to spite (what)
You aint a killer you a pussy (pussy)
You can fuck with the flows I bring
Never stopping the flow lets pop on the floor
Birth place of this hip-hop creating the new music
From the streets cuzin cu cu cu cuzzin
Here's the deal let's give em something real
Verse 2 H-Y Loco:
Everybody wanna walk that walk wanna talk that talk Wanna bark that bark
All bark no bite man its fonk on sight Get him up any day any night
I done took a swig I done took a chug ima rump these fucc niggas up
So don't git too bucc git the club shot up
Ima rude boy bedda move boy boom
Got the tool boy wit the zoom boy doom
3 bodys in the trunk 2 comen soon
Haters wonna fill the rath of a macc insaine when a macc attack kinda like boom
From N.O. ta Sac Eastcoast an back we be dressed in black wit the blue C-CaC in the hood
Skee mask fa the mode ta stack godda flip that back now we blow good
If a nigga really wont it I hit'm wit yellow pages you can take'm to the hood they tell you I'm good
I was just a lil seed spitt'n out them beed's tronna git it ta the feen's I was know good
Even sippen syrup pushen perp even pushen farmasuticals up in the hood
You can git it if you wont mufuka don't run all my niggas got guns an we knoc loose
But Duck Bust blast while I be on tho
Yellen it's H.R.$. an clean cut's up on the beat tho bitch
Git ready cus you about ta feal pain
Cuz im knoc'n you sukkas over an im burnen'em wit the thang Bitch
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Bridge:
You are now listening to kickuindateef volume2
Chorus
I spit my shit like a flamethrower (a flamethrower)
I grab the mic then diss yo ass just to spite (what)
You aint a killer you a pussy (pussy)
You can fuck with the flows I bring
Never stopping the flow lets pop on the floor
Birth place of this hip-hop creating the new music
From the streets cuzin cu cu cu cuzzin
Here's the deal let's give em something real
Verse 3 Plainutz:
Man what the fuck is you going through,
Im regrettin just knowin you
You be killin yourself, your time is gonna be over soon
Better push yourself harder and get yourself out the rut
Man your fuckin it up, but no one's givin a fuck
Its time to get motivated and quit your clownin around
This shit is draggin you down just put your feet on the ground
You fuckin pussy your drownin yourself lets get it done,
Going straight to the top of the shelf your number one,
Best believe you got everything, that you could need
Now lets see your awakening, they all believe,
In the making of glory I see im writin your story
So get the fuck up and show em we can start in the morning
The quarry 's built up of rocks and gated up with a lock
Gotta make a break for the top, break out and show what you got,
Your time is dwindlin fast, better make a move while you can
Before you're gone with the wind, and you're a thing of the past,
Chorus:
I spit my shit like a flamethrower (a flamethrower)
I grab the mic then diss yo ass just to spite (what)
You aint a killer you a pussy (pussy)
You can fuck with the flows I bring
Never stopping the flow lets pop on the floor
Birth place of this hip-hop creating the new music
From the streets cuzin cu cu cu cuzzin
Here's the deal let's give em something real
Verse 4 Saint:
Im a four star general in general you privately
Vying for my position with your lying and your bitchin
I'm mobilizin mercenaries work with the best
And passin out a dozen m16's for all of the rest
Cash talks ,bullshit walks, that the way of the game
I got some presidents that say the same shit I say
My visions the mission aint no competition
And all you thieves get your hand chopped off and left missin
Your pissin up into the wind against a highpower
Got you smellin golden showers leavin you sour
Your crew is a zoo like stupid monkeys throwin their doo
And we laughin at you let you go and come of a fool
Ooh who? I aint gotta throw out a name
Cuz im workin famous all you standard pussies sound the same
No strain on me and mine ya got us fucked up
More like we'll drop another banger just to show em whats up