Music
Raw, unfiltered hip-hop production, satire, and spoken word by Elia Kazan
YouTube Links
- You Never Lose It
- Vermillion
- This Is How I Feel with the Music
- Ozarks
- Mittimus
- Fritters
- Belvedere
- Music Is My Life
- Pro-Life
- Strawberry
- Spit Yo Game
- Dandy Freestyle
Speak from the heart. Sometimes this is just words, sometimes it’s eye-contact. Sometimes it’s just hiding.
With these rhymes, I deal it. I got the skill wit to beat you with a verbal iron skillet. You more corny than millet. I make a siren feel it, even when I conceal it. If you got a broken heart, shawty, I can heal it.
I’m fuckin Misty from Bisbee
She hotta than a summer in Corpus Christi
She’s married, yo, but life is risky
I need an overpriced consultant, somebody call McKinsey
Stumblin like I’m pissy drunk frisky like I drank too much fuckin whiskey
I’m like a floater, they call me Frisbee. One day, I bet you gonna might miss me
You think I won’t slap no trick?
Open-handed
Is that your adult kid? Wearing a bib?
I punch you in the lip when I take a sip
COVID? They say they preprogrammed it
I’m so damn wit, yo, we so damn wit it
In slow transit
Trying to upload my porno but I got low bandwit
I’m stretched and perplexed
Fuck a double text
Still alive beneath the rubble mess
Forget a guess
I wish my life was troubleless
Walkin around rudderless
I left the rainbow fuckin colorless
and your bank account, stripped it numberless
Livin in the fun house
The gossip’s true, I did spun out So let me whip this gun out
and strike out harder than you swung out
No doubt, me and yo chick we done hung out
She like me with my tongue out
Do as I say, not as I do
I’m as good as a homeless dude with a bag of food
As rude as a mouth full of food as it chews
My mood is solitude, that’s how I choose to lose I make you bruise before I make you snooze My mood colder than a winter in Kalamazoo Wild ass flow I broke out the zoo All my shoes is new
“I’m emailin you … from the wrong website and misspellin you, prankin you, and puttin the fear of hell in you”
“I get in front of a sell-out crowd, and yell out loud, ‘All y’all can get the hell out now!’”
“They shouldn’t of chopped down the oakwood, cuz everything that you roach in yo notebook was no good!”