Shadowkat Nightson, 4-Dog, Guttaman, K-Real, FoDoose, Sho-Down, Laurel Hall & alpha.live
When THE HURT GAME was conceived, it was important that the album ended with a powerful, climatic lyrical assault supported by original, rhythmic production. The track was produced by Beatroom, but he had not identified a purpose for the song, initially. Then, Shadowkat Nightson had a vision of a select group of MC's that would give the track an edge that has not been seen since THE GRAND FINALE from The D.O.C. featuring N.W.A. Shadowkat Nightson assembled seven other MC's, along with himself, and created a song structure and a hook that would allow eight vocalists to get open on the track.
The call went out. And all of the artists met at Harris Hitz Studio on the same day at the same time to record this incredible song. Now, what happens to you after you listen to it will just open up another COLD CASE file on your own story. Listen at your own risk.
Get It Now
Produced by Beatroom. Additional production by Shadowkat Nightson.
Recorded & Mixed by Warren ‘Three V’ Harris, Beatroom & Shadowkat Nightson at Harris Hitz Studio, Indianapolis, IN. All instruments by Beatroom.
- Shadowkat Nightson |
- 4-Dog |
- Guttaman |
- K-Real |
- FoDoose |
- Sho-Down |
- Laurel Hall |
- alpha.live | alphaisforever.com | reverbnation.com/alphaisforever |
- Beatroom |
- Warren 'Three V' Harris |
Special thanks to Pimp and Daddy-O for joining the recording session for this song. You both helped make it happen!
No more warnings, no more chances,
No more passes, start clappin' niggaz asses.
Food for the masses; I'm livin' proof
Of what would happen if you fuck wit real niggaz wearin' glases.
Know what I mean?
My rap style's superbly matched and spectacular; respect my cuisine.
America's most complete artist, the hardest
Composer/arranger drops another banger. (WHOA!)
I told the streets I ain't never got comfy, ya block love to bump me,
I blew past fugazi niggaz cuz they was monkeys.
These 8 bars, Peruvian flake, to make a lame throw up.
I don't care if you a star or about to blow up.
The big dog been a problem; get yo ass tore up.
On HURT GAME, I merc thangz; it's a wrap. Know what?
I'm still smashin' em, black flaggin' em,
Cold casin' these untraceable bullets and get to blastin' em!
You nice (I see) on the mic (I see),
But you could never get wit a G. (I swear!)
When we yap on foolz, (whatchu do?) track it out.
When we cold case a nigga, watch ya boyz black it out.
In a manner of speaking
by the time I'm done freaking the technique
that shit'll bump for like the next 3 weekends
the type of ish we on......is at a level beyond dominant
as I bomb w/ my Nightsons conglomerate
so stop stressin....
before you and your mens get lost in a binge of my unhinged agression
I do what I want, you do what I allow
your best bet is to take this ass-whipping lying down........BOW
THE GAME BOUT O.V., IF HE REAL, HE KNOW ME.
AND DATS REAL AS ONE, TWO, COMIN BEFORE THREE,
AND IT DONT STOP, LIKE THE HAND ON A CLOCK,
GOT MY HAND ON MY GLOCK, SHE GOT HER HAND ON MY...
COCK BACK AND PEEL CAPS!!!! FINALLY, REAL RAPS AND
WE GONE APPLAUD YOU CAUSE WE WILL CLAP...
WHO IS HE??? NEVA MIND DAT, I'M A GRIZZLY!!!
AND I LEAVE EM COMATOSE AND DIZZY....
dey say im nasty cuz i spit fo days
cut traks like under da tung razor blades dat cut ya throat a new airway
i twist ya brainwaves wit verbal play
and makem sit sideways on ya hed like a toupe
Ay yo whatever FoDoose say go. or i'mma blow
like BOOM And watch blood flow like h2o
Big Shodezy aka "Was that yo breezy?"
yo kid, i ain'T kno she slid so easy
got took easy, so b easy cuz if need b,
i lace da mic like a blackbelt n karate gee
please u no want no beef
i let da gloc 9 hangout like radio's teef
a straight street soldier, nuts hangin like a freeloader.
got me feelin like Jason at a sleepover.
snake nigga i'm the King Cobra.
BIG Sho'll cause a heatsroke'll make a nigga lean over
Banks closed and it's a hold up..
to maintain and remain sain in the same flow of..
they can't explain. the diein' names. where the pain grow up.
despite. your enlightenment in the night that you been hidin' in..
life got lanes. you better chose the one you drivin' in..
physically fit. to bang. with a train. collidin' in quick.
to get back..you better sale this pack of vicadin..
time is money..i give a f***. if you like it man.
Huh. (Bars) back-slap, the shit up out you
(Or) open hand so it don't, bruise, the bitch up out you
Got damn right they doubt you would have
the testicular fortitude, to reinforce what your mouth do
(Vagina ver)nacular u as pussy as porn dykes
Double XX chromosome, you wasn't born right
You wasnt built with midichlorian code,
(HA!) You just another Padme clone. (You aint dead yet?) (DAMN!)
Comments to date: 7. Page 1 of 1. Average Rating:
5:07am on Saturday, December 8th, 2012
qyenjjmffees I used to compose songs that were sort of like this one. Well not ralely the same, but I tried. I have a site link in my channel check-it-out. But on this link, insteadï»¿ of my music, I put lots of details on how I make lots of m... read more »
7:33pm on Tuesday, October 4th, 2011
I found myself ndoindg my noggin all the way through.
Rich W Da ill Mil-willy; via G.I.
7:43am on Wednesday, August 26th, 2009
12:01pm on Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
12:00pm on Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
MUTHf***N DOPE! DEEZ MCS R INSANE!
neal g naptown
7:37pm on Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
dude im diggin this whole joint!!!
6:37pm on Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
BANGIN FAM..AND I'M NOT JUST SAYING DAT CUZ I'M ON THE TRACK...