We used to be number 10, now we’re permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain’t wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became Dead George stealin’ chickens
From my farm, damn, another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I’m bringin’ on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody’s shootin’, my body’s made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade
That sounds sick maybe one day I’ll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies
Of their own families, what’s going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon
Trying to front like he’s down with Mount Zion

1-Oooh La La La,
It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang
Oooh La La La,
It’s the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah,
Sweeeeet Thing

Yeah in saloons we drink Boone’s and battle goons till high noon,
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon’s.
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci’s and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin’ sushi, bumpin’ Fugees.
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don’t play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can’t handle us, WE BUST
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen “Cooley High”,
Cried when Cochise died.
I’m twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
Don’t remove my Polos on the first episode.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn’t diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set’s bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I’m superfly when
I’m super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.

(repeat 1)

I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Smokin’ beadies as I burn my calories,
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees,
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me.
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, I’m a true champion, like,
Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu’ran it’s a phenomenon,
lyrics fast like Ramadan.

What’s goin’ on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he’s down with
Mount Zion.

Thank you Michael Jackson, Quincy Jones, Lionel Richie, Justin Bieber, Nicole Scherzinger, Jennifer Hudson, Jennifer Nettles, Josh Groban, Tony Bennett, Mary J. Blige, Janet Jackson, Barbra Streisand, Miley Cyrus, Enrique Iglesias, Jamie Foxx, Wyclef Jean, Adam Levine, Pink, BeBe Winans, Usher, Celine Dion, Fergie, Nic…k Jonas, Toni Braxton, Mary Mary, Isaac Slade, Lil Wayne, Carlos Santana, Akon, T-Pain, LL Cool J, Will.i.am, Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes, Swizz Beatz, Iyaz, Nipsey Hussle, Kanye West, Michael Bublé, Patti Austin, Philip Bailey, Fonzworth Bentley, Bizzy Bone, Ethan Bortnick, Jeff Bridges, Zac Brown, Brandy, Kristian Bush, Natalie Cole, Harry Connick Jr., Nikka Costa, Kid Cudi, Miley Cyrus, Faith Evans, Melanie Fiona, Sean Garrett, Tyrese Gibson, Anthony Hamilton, Rick Hendrix, Keri Hilson, Julianne Hough, Nipsey Hussle, India.Arie, Randy Jackson, Taj Jackson, Taryll Jackson, TJ Jackson, Al Jardine, Jimmy Jean-Louis, Ralph Johnson, Joe Jonas, Kevin Jonas, Nick Jonas, Gladys Knight, Benji Madden, Harlow Madden, Joel Madden, Katharine McPhee, Jason Mraz, Mýa, Freda Payne, A. R. Rahman, RedOne, Nicole Richie, Raphael Saadiq, Trey Songz, Musiq Soulchild, Jordin Sparks, Robin Thicke, Rob Thomas, Vince Vaughn, Mervyn Warren, Verdine White, Ann Wilson, Brian Wilson, and Nancy Wilson.

Not quite sure I am supposed to post this type of stuff but oh well. JNYCE is a canadian producer of the horrorcore genre, his sound is raw yet relaxing (almost sedative). Here are a few tracks he has produced

With a good sample comes a good song. Proof below

[Featuring Nas]
-Your bigger than the Jews
-Bigger than the Irish
-You run the whole fuckin country
-You can be the next John D. Rockerfeller
-Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit
-But the bigger we get, the more were takin from other people
Nas:
Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery
That was lightin and rain drops
I’m tied up in the basement cocaine spot, like Bangkok
I’m blindfold
Vietnam type mind controless torture
His accent sounds like the rarest culture
Askin me, my astroby stabbin me gradually
Says its astrobute
What’s atonic, mesonic, ironic
I felt reminded of my fast life ventures
And winters
Blinded til the flashlight enters
AZ:
Yo dun, before the sun set
Call connect get all the tech’s
I’m vexed, this nigga love his sex
He lost respect, lets off his neck
My caliber
Got me thinkin on a higher algebra
See me I’m just as foul as ya, but you ain’t got no style in ya
I’m into bigger cheddar
Cheese ??? armaretta
Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us
Chorus:
Mo money, more murder more homicide
You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi
You never know, it might just be your time to take that ride
To them pearly white gates, watch that suicide
Nas:
Now government official
Got you sippin on Cristal and crystal
You ???
And took your clan with you
i’m out to get you
Guaranteed every shell will hit you
Plus I’m on some shit to
Layin down whomever’s with you
Mafioso
This New York City nineties Era Soso
AZ you know my culture
Now my wolves is out to ghost ya
AZ:
Center a rose on the graveyard for real now
The stakes is up a half a mil now
I tried to grab him with his shield down
What walked in a crazy paid up
Sharp but straight up
gators from Barbados
Never seen nobody play those
Laylow what they called him
His head bald and
Sippin cappuchino spilled to his silk suits
Lap was scalding
Laugh was vulgar
Canvas paintings of the Iaetola
And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture
Tobacco pipe smoker
Escobar your life is over
Justify the righteous nova
Bullets flew out his right shoulder
Corpse leaving a foul odor
The firm volume one adjourned
Bring it to a closure
Chorus:
Nas:
So now you rolling with us like codefenders
No phony business
Should no the difference
From supreme solo its the style ancient as Moses scriptures
Its latin kings, black goofies and white jesters
Among us
Crime invades the minds of youngsters
Where its pitch black they can’t see you
Godfather three falling for dead in a cathedral
AZ:
Now you forced to listen
I got the mind of a grad from Princeton
Play your position
Or soon you’ll be lost and missing
Its far from fiction
My presence is like that of a christian
With ammunition puttin states under submission
Street addiction
Got me tied thorough with burrows
Still in the ghetto
But in the cut where its mellow
Incognito on the leelow
Like Carlito
Cause we know
Niggas don’t really want us to see dough
You never know it might just be your time to take your ride
To them pearly white gates watch that suicide
Chorus:

Straight from Crooklyn, betta known as Brooklyn!

One of Nas’ best

A little Drum and Bass