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- A smooth, laid-back beat sets in as we begin.
Max Steel:
Max Steel! (what) 2008 shit! (what) This is about to be a very ugly yeah! (Uh Huh) Especially when a nigga like me is spittin' mad catastrophic/ Leavin' nigga shawdow boxin'/ Casper da Ghost, when da chips are you down you can always count on me to add a hot hit/ These sad hoes knockin' one of da best/ Nigga, grab you saddle, strap up, it's time to battle and put all these fake ass nigga'z to rest/!! OH, FUCKING YEAH!! Randy, when you told me it was going to be an ugly year, I didn't believe you son, but now I do!!! LETS GET THEM! 2008 is going to be ugly.
- Song starts as two gun shots go off!Hook: Max Steel (Repeat 2x times)
I'm finna stay on fire
Until da day I retire
Rollin' on Twenty inch tires
No matter what da subject matter is
I'm gonna stay gettin' it how I live
Spittin' fiya on each joint
YOU KNOW, I'M HOOKED UP BY DA BEST, Meagan Street'z
Ain't no need to question me
So stop stressin' me
Cuz with each joint I stay on point
Max Steel: Max Steel, Meagan Street'z! Shoutout to my muthafuckin' nigga DaGlobalKnight! I see ya boy! Street'z on Lock Entertainment, what it do baby?
Verse 1: Max Steel (Head Rapper of the Mac Pack)
Now you know when I come through/ First thang I'm
here to do/ is stunt/ You can run up if you want/ and
get left in the back of a trunk/ But I'm gonna stunt
and I'm gonna get mine/ Max Steel is determined to
shine/ Brighter than a new rolex watch/ Ruin my
hustle if you want, these chopper shells will eat you
up and leave you wound up tighter than an alarm
clock/ Max Steel, baby, I'm a real cool sniper/
hanging my head out a candy candy coated viper/ Cuz I
spit nothing but Poison on these tracks/ When I come
through I'll have nigga'z saying Amen/ because I spit
nothing but phat rhymes while you other nigga'z spit
Mother Goose/ Nigga, I'm da truth/ In da booth/ I've
been doing my thang since 1994/ Infecting this game,
if you can't tell look at all the nigga'z bodie's
laying on the floor/ Trying to stop me from hittin' a
score/ But no matter how hard you try I'm going to
stay winning the war/ Beef with me, COME ON PLAYBOY
AIN'T NO SENSE IN BEGINNING A WAR/ WITH ME because my
lyrical appetite for pain and destruction is
insatiable/ Nigga'z have tried everything to quench
my thrist like Sprite but the fact is I'm
unescapable/ You can try to trench my turf all you
want, but the fact is nigga I'm going to remain
unfadeable/ Spitting the realness from the hood/ You
nigga'z wish you could spit/ Fuck it, I'm so hood
rich/ All the hoe's tell me they don't have to travel
far to suck on a good D***/ because they know who I
am/ and they know who is da man, M-A-X S-T-E-E-L,
more satisfying than Snickers/ Leaving all of these
nigga'z bitter/ You got beef with a nigga, YA BETTER
KEEP IT ON THE WHISPER/ I ain't no Isley Brothers but
I'm finna tell you bitch ass nigga'z now, YOU BETTER
STOP WITH DEM FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK/ Because it ain't
no secret, I'll take you off da street quick and rip
your head apart/ I HAVE A SICK, MIND, MORE SICKER
THAN STEPHEN KING/ I roll with a sadistic
muthafucking nigga that goes by the name of
DaGlobalKnight who studies ancient Midevil tourment
techniques and jijitsu/ He likes to drink from a cup
of blood and so do I so either way you look at it,
you gonna get hit fool/ I'm cold-hearted like that/ I
get so retarded when I'm spittin' 16 out a
muthafuckin' gat/ Or layin' it down on a muthafuckin'
track/ Bitch nigga'z run laps/ Just to keep up with
how I exercise this lyrical ability/ Hoe's testify
that I put mind's at ease with my lyrical
tranquility/, NIGGA'Z QUESTION HOW A MUTHAFUCKIN'
DIRTY SOUTH NIGGA FROM VL MAGNOLIA'S U.P.T CAN SPIT
SO ILL/ Ugh................excuse me...........I
DIDN'T KNOW Brooklyn, Queens, Red Hook, DETROIT,
CHICAGO, LA and Compton were the only hoods who had
skills/ Whereever you come from IT DOESN'T MATTER
WHAT clique you're from or what MUTHAFUCKIN' SECTION YOU
REPRESENT/ All of you wack ass nigga can get bent/
Like bike/ frames/ Max Steel, I play da game/ Rawer
than bad breath or Gingivtis/ And if you ain't know I
been da tightest/ rapper to come out of my hood since
B.G., Juvenile, Lil Wayne, and Turk took over dis
muthafuckin' game in 98, I may talk slow with an
accent/ But you fake ass rappers had better use your
rap sense/ to know I'm not the nigga you try whether
it be gunplay or freestyle battlin'/ I'll definitely
make it rain, grab a boat and a paddle nigga and
start paddling/ I overflow with Hip-Hop juices/ Ain't
no excuses/ when you lose bitch/ THERE WILL BE NO
SECOND OR THIRD BATTLE, I'm going for dueces/ while
ya'll nigga'z stand around with horns stickin' out da
side of your head mooses/ Ya'll nigga'z ain't really
hard, you soft like teddy bears, only difference is
who da cutest/ Da bitches might care, but I don't cuz
we all know who da rudest/ To da music/ Absolutely
ballarific and so amazing like Luther/ I drive all da
bitches so crazy cuz I'm so blazing comin' out your
sub woofers/ I spit da venom most nigga'z wish they
could spit and my style changes from album to album
cuz I'm unpredictable/ Just when you thought you
passed the examination on my physical/ I change the
questions/ SPIT A DISS TRACK AT ME, I'LL CHANGE MY
MUTHAFUCKIN' FLOW AND MY MUTHAFUCKIN' STYLE UP SIX
DIFFERENT TIMES JUST LIKE I CHANGE MY WEAPON/
Competition is a notta once I bang my weapon/ and
blood stains ya veterans/ There's not a thang or
question/ you could do to puzzle/ That piece that is
missing is all in my bubble/ and I'm not gonna let go
of it, I'm finna hold on to it tighter than a woman
that's having an abortion/ While ya'll nigga'z stay
with no parents, lil lost orphans/ Nobody to raise ya
and teach ya rules of da game, but I'ma teach you da
first one/, so you don't get hurt son/ and worsen yo
predicament/ BECAUSE WHEN YOU COME AT ME TALKIN'
BULLSHIT, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS INNOCENCE/!YOU
GUILTY AS CHARGED AS CHARGED AND MY METHOD IS LYRICAL
EXECUTION/ THROUGH ELECTROCUTION/ So do me favor
don't fuck with da South/ and more importantly
KEEP MY NAME OUT YO MUTHAFUCKIN' MOUTH/ I'm gettin'
money in this game and you hata's I don't give three
fucks/ about, I'm married to this game bitch, I got a
prenup/ So as long I'm slanging joints/ I'm going to
stay on point/ Toasting to the Good life, givin' it
up for all my nigga'z still representing all over the
world livin' the hood life/ Pouring cups of that
Vodka/ Ya'll muthafuckin' hata's better move on like
Silkk da Shocker/ unless you wanna taste this chopper/
Hook: Max Steel (Repeat 2x times)
I'm finna stay on fire
Until da day I retire
Rollin' on Twenty inch tires
No matter what da subject matter is
I'm gonna stay gettin' it how I live
Spittin' fiya on each joint
YOU KNOW, I'M HOOKED UP BY DA BEST, Meagan Street'z
Ain't no need to question me
So stop stressin' me
Cuz with each joint I stay on point
Verse 2: Max Steel
With each joint/ (joint) I stay on point/ (Fuckin'
right) I told you that shit before/ And just like I
get raw on this microphone, I get raw when I'm out
swervin' in my candy paint/ So fresh so clean/ (clean)
Looking so mean when I shop up on da scene/ (scene) I
got dat Candy Apple's Red Air Force Ones drippin' off
da frame/ (Uh Huh) Havin' bitches lickin' it, I got
that paint that you nigga'z cain't/ buy/ Cuz I stay
so fly/ One look at my paint will make a grown man
cry/ As they look at the swirl in the middle/ More
colors than a skittle/ It will outshine any car you
punt in front of it, go ahead and buy a fleet/ (Go
ahead bitch nigga) But when my car is rollin' down da
street/ (street) It can't be stopped unless I stop
it/ (stop it) Blocks I lock it/ (lock it) Down, Criss
I pop it/ By the boxes/ With me and my hoe's/ Smokin'
on dro/ The inside has more wood than a forest/ One
look at my car will have hoe's hooked like a
muthafuckin' chorus/(what) It has da PHD attached to
da license plate/ Max Steel skates/ On so much ice
you would think we're at a roller ring/ (Hahaha)
Nobody can outstunt me when it comes to these cars
and this bling/ (Damn right) My cars stay the Eigth
Wonder of World/ (Uh Huh) That sweet Poison Apple
Candy red swirl/ (what) will have all da bitches
hypnotized/ When they look at it, don't lift yo
eye's/ Just watch it rollin' down on da avenue/
(Avenue) Comin' through ya street actin' rude/ (rude)
as Hell attracting Paparazzi/ Poppa taught me/ Da
game at an early age/ (what) And that's why I'm made/
at this ballin' shit, while you nigga'z have one foot
off in da grave/ Fuck it, I don't have to be on
Television/ To attract Hella women/ They know I play
da game raw bitch/ When I lay down my pimp card
bitch/ I'm mackin' and it's gorgeous/ Let da sunlight
hit da rims, it's flawless/ I'm lawless/ I make and
break my own rules, and I shit on Kings, FUCK KINGS,
IN MY WORLD AIN'T NO SUCH THANG AS A MORNACHY/ So da
long arm of da law ain't gon stop me/ cuz I keep my
rims clean/ (what) Got yo bitch off in my car, her
pussy is wetter than the swim team/ (Haha) It doesn't
matter what car I step out of, Playboy I'm fresher
than Dentyne/ (True dat) Slicker than crisco/ and
more sweeter than Nabisco/ From New Orleans to da
muthafuckin' U.P.T. I make bitches drop their thongs
like Sisquo/ They don't even to see da wrist glow/
Cuz I can play a piano like Stevie Wonder or John
Legend/ All you fake ass playa's are going under,
comin' in second/ Place while I stay pimpin' cuz its
in my bloodline, who you know got mo' chips than IBM/
(what) Max Steel I be him (what up)/ When I dip
through yo city, showin' no pity ridin' clean, every
bitch ID Him/ (WHO IS THAT) Cuz they know I got mo'
dough than a Bakery/ Plus I'm major G/ I don't have
to play for da Lakers G/ To make a G/ You can tell by
how I ride that I stay mo' sharper than a Razor G/
Cut to da T/ Stayin' mo' hotter than a fine cup of
British Tea/ Money always on my mind/ Cuz I stay on
da grind/ You don't have to worry about me blowin' up
cuz I age well like fine wine/ Got da Platinum and
Gold plauqes to prove it, Fuck formula's unlike you
nigga'z who stay wack and reuse it (STEP YOUR GAME
UP)/ My music stays revivin' da game/ Max Steel,
DaGlobalKnight and DaLordHighPlaya, IF YOU CAN'T TELL
WE RISIN' OUT DA FLAMES/ Makin' chess moves to make
sure we cash checks/ (checks) Longer than giraffe
necks/ (necks) While you nigga'z cash checks da size
of string beans/ Wishin' you could bling mean/ but
instead you're stuck in first gear while I've got my
shit in cruise control/ Givin' these nigga'z blues to
make em fold/ Up like mail/ Leavin' em stale/ Like
bread, they blowin' up in Smoke like Eminem and Dre
on tour, only difference is their not famous/ like me
and they don't stunt like me, every kind of car you
got, I could claim it/ You dinin' on Pork and Beans
like Dusty Rhodes/ In your Bloody clothes/ While I'm
eatin' steak and carviar/ Dining with classy
stars/ and sassy brawds/ Pullin' more tricks than
Tricks da Rabbit/ This ballin' shit has me addicted
but I can't seem to kick da habbit/ Everytime I kick
a classic/ Nigga'z open their eye's wide sayin' this
is Magic/ No kid, this is reality and while you green
as a pickel/ I'll front you a nickle/ So you can do
something with your career instead/ of act fickel and
bitch/ Young nigga'z hatin' on me, boy, my ballin'
will leave you in a ditch/ Don't hate cuz I'm rich/
Swimmin' in cristale bottles while you're swimmin'
like in a bowl like a gold fish/ GO UP AGAINST MAX YOU
GETTIN' TOASTED/ AND ROASTED/ cuz that's how I get
down/ End up on a milk carton, in a river, STRANDED
IN A CAR FALLIN' OFF A HILL TOP/ You can fuck with me
however you choose but da bottom line is while you
stay minimal and stay cynical, I'm STILL Hot/ YOUR
LITTLE BITCHY CRITICISMS, NOT GONNA AFFECT ME!
WHETHER YOU THINK I'M WACK OR NICE? I DON'T GIVE A
DAMN! (Nope) Office Employee of the Month, (what)
angry executive or whatever is yo occupation/
Bottom line is I'm populatin'/ with my flow and it's
difinitive/ And while I'm on top, you at da bottom
which means you finished kid/ M-A-X S-T-E-E-L, STR8
OFF VL, FROM DA MAGNOLIA/ STILL KNOCKS HEADS OF THY
SHOULDERS/ For fun/ STILL STUNT AND LIVE MY LIFE BY
DA GUN/ ON DA RUN/ Like an Outlaw from a Wild
Western/ Start testin'/ me if you want youngster/ I
know a nigga who goes by da name of DaLordHighPlaya
who will cut you down and leave you in da driveway
dumpster/ Decapitated/ Ya'll wack MC's are about to
get evacuated/ And I ain't exaggeratin'/ cuz these
rappers makin'/ me upset/ Always wanna hate on me,
but nobody wants to claim a suspect/ cuz they know I
I'm hot and it's just a fact they have to take/ Hate/
All you want but da flow and da rhymes in da joints/
ARE GONNA REMAIN ON POINT/ No matter what I talk
about, how I choose to talk about it, THE BOTTOM LINE
YOU BETTER DRAW FROM EACH SONG IS DON'T FUCK WITH ME/
Old School nigga from da U.P.T./, ya'll amateurs
don't know what you gettin' yourselves into cuz I'm a
real G/ and I've been layin' my mack down since 93/ (what)
Bridge: Ms. Cherry Eye's (Singing)
Yes, Max Steel is so fresh and so fly
Everytime that he's ride by
People can't help but open their eye's
At da sight of da flow
Or da candy drippin' off da fo' do'
Benzy, fa sheezy, Max Steel stay off da heezy
That's what it do, All day you know Max
Stays sippin' da drank
Grippin' da grain
And he's an underground legend in any place he steps,
I thought you knew
Hook: Max Steel (Repeat 2x times)
I'm finna stay on fire
Until da day I retire
Rollin' on Twenty inch tires
No matter what da subject matter is
I'm gonna stay gettin' it how I live
Spittin' fiya on each joint
YOU KNOW, I'M HOOKED UP BY DA BEST, Meagan Street'z
Ain't no need to question me
So stop stressin' me
Cuz with each joint I stay on point
I'm finna stay on fire
Until da day I retire
Rollin' on Twenty inch tires
No matter what da subject matter is
I'm gonna stay gettin' it how I live
Spittin' fiya on each joint
YOU KNOW, I'M HOOKED UP BY DA BEST, Meagan Street'z
Ain't no need to question me
So stop stressin' me
Cuz with each joint I stay on point
Verse 3: Max Steel:
When I'm da zone smokin' hydro/ (dro) I work a
muthafuckin' track out like Tybo/ (bo) or whatever my
my mood is, just know its gonna hit you hard in da
abdomen like a boxer/ (what) Cuz I got's ta/ Keep it
hot when I spit it/ (That's right) I don't know what
the definition of wack is, (UGH....IS THAT WORD EVEN
IN THE DICTIONARY?) I've never spit a bad verse in my
life, I kicks it wicked/ Gettin' livid/ Knocking all
my competitors who come at me on the regular out like
Tyson/ (Fa sho) My flow is like icing/ Off a cake, it
will have you licking the sides lickin' for extra's/
(what)Go mo cheddar/ Than swiss Cheese, but I don't
need Dr. Dre or some big Mega Hip-Hop producer to
produce my shit, shit I write my own/ (Damn right)
Just give me a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone/ (
Uh Huh) and watch me switch up my style like a
muthafuckin' tranformer/ (what) If I stormed ya/
(what) Don't say I didn't warn ya/ Da flow and da
rhymes remain hotter than an oven/ (Yeah) Whether I'm
in the studio or thuggin'/ Out on da block, Nigga'z
who challenge me remain hysterical/ (WHO DA FUCK IS
THIS LIL NIGGA MAN?) like David Chapelle/, You better
not come off balance G, cuz if you do you gonna need
a miracle because I rain hell/ (That's right, that's
right) On any rapper who mentions me, SHIT I'LL GIVE
YOU YOUR PASSPORT WITH GOD'S ANGELS/ (word) Give it
to you from every angle/ (How do you want it?) Max
Steel got mo game than X Box and more levels than
Super Mario/ (Word) That's why I'm leavin' da set hot
bombin' on yo sorry hoe/ (what) ass rappers, This
ain't a Fairy Tell like Da Chronicle of Nadia/ (Come
on) I get madd phenonemal and give nigga'z lessons
how to rap thinkin' that they got me brah/ Trapped,
you better think again cuz when I spit I never miss/
(Nope) My lyrical cleverness/ and dexterity/ Is what
leaves nigga'z scarin' me/ (Yeah!) Their caught off-
guard by da clarity/ of da rhymes from a DIRTY SOUTH
NIGGA spittin' fiya like a dragon/ (Did he just say
that?) Body baggin'/ Anybody that gets in my way/
(Better believe that shit) Leavin' nigga'z catchin'
heat from an AK/ (Uh Huh) I can leave you finished/
in seconds, I'm sorry I'm not Cingular or AT&T, you
don't get unlimited minutes (Haha)/ with me and
muthafucka you can trust you that won't be back in
business/ cuz this ain't Barbershop/ Max Steel is too
hard to drop/ (Word) I drop hot rhymes like a bad
broken elevator/ Soon as it falls and breaks down,
I'll tell ya later/ and leave you stranded/ AND DON'T
PUT OUR YOUR HAND BITCH/ Lookin' for a handshake/
Unless you really ill cuz I'll flip you like
pancakes/ (What) and tip you like Domino's/ I'm down
for da drama yo/ yo any day, YOU CAN STEP AND GET
LEFT SPOILED LIKE BAD MILK/ Plans foiled/, but don't
worry I won't forget ya face, I'LL PUT IT ON A PATCH
QUILT/ OR BETTER YET ON DA BACK OF A MUTHAFUCKIN' T-
SHIRT/ When you get buried six beneath da earth/ Tell
me how is life with da worms/ Oh, hell fuckin' yeah I
burn/ You haven't been able to tell that? Don't play
with matches and don't play with Max Steel/ Or else
risk gettin' left in patches or get your back peeled/
Max Steel gives classes to nigga'z, Coures/ Start
next Semester and the horses/ that are gonna pullin'
me into teach my class are you ignorant and
billigerant muthafucka's steppin' to da game/ Reppin'
off my name/, I don't play that shit so ya'll bitch
ass nigga'z better watch how you slang/ Because I
stay superior/ In comparison to you nigga'z who stay
inferior/ Listen to da wise old men in your hoods and
in da Bible/ Max Steel, straight out of Magnolia
Projects I carry the title/ Best underground rapper
out da U.P.T., SHIT, I AIN'T TRYNA GO MAINSTREAM/ AND
I STILL REP DA SAME TEAM/ M-A-C BITCH! Lyrically
three of da illest, we a hot combination/ Dominatin'/
Nigga'z for sports/, bouncin' them back and forth
like tennis balls with our rackets/ Put a mic in my
hand, I have a mo' deadlier swing than hatchet/ That
will leave all you bastards is caskets/ Ya'll rappers
are lil lost kittens/ Spitiin'/ Your writtens/ But
you better watch what direction you slang in or go
home to your happy home/ Cuz if you try to clap me
home, I'm finna leave more holes in your head than
Potholes/ No need to worry about an ATM because I got
dough/ to fend for my wars and my League of Nations/
Stay erasing/ These hating/ ass nigga'z who need to
use common sense/ Because their compliments/ don't
mean shit to me, lyrically I can see through all
their incompetence/ so just wait outside in Patient's
office/ Cuz once you cross bitch/ Over into da
Operation room/ I ain't cooperating bitch ass nigga,
you will see your tomb/ My pen is a Poison needle/
and you better believe I'm lethal/ Like Mel Gibson
and Danny Glover/ All sucker MC's, you throwin'
rock's at da kid, BUT CLEARLY YA'LL KNOW BETTER SO
RUN FOR COVER/ And stay in da trenches/ Or keep da
benches/ Warmed/ Cuz once my rhymes swarm/ like
Bee's/ Ya'll will get raked up and scramed up like
leaves/ That's how it gotta be/ If you ain't comin'
on Point against a nigga out da UPT/ (what)
Hook: Max Steel (Repeat 2x times)
I'm finna stay on fire
Until da day I retire
Rollin' on Twenty inch tires
No matter what da subject matter is
I'm gonna stay gettin' it how I live
Spittin' fiya on each joint
YOU KNOW, I'M HOOKED UP BY DA BEST, Meagan Street'z
Ain't no need to question me
So stop stressin' me
Cuz with each joint I stay on point
I'm finna stay on fire
Until da day I retire
Rollin' on Twenty inch tires
No matter what da subject matter is
I'm gonna stay gettin' it how I live
Spittin' fiya on each joint
YOU KNOW, I'M HOOKED UP BY DA BEST, Meagan Street'z
Ain't no need to question me
So stop stressin' me
Cuz with each joint I stay on point
Verse 4: Max Steel
Now even though I spit rhymes that make nigga'z want
to gather nuts like racoons/ (what) And make em spit
shine for the ladie's so they can drop their sashoons
(what)/ I still have to give thanks to God for giving
me the polish like a shoeshiner/ (fa sho) to demolish
my competition and to shine brah/ (Uh Huh) I was
raised in the Magnolia projects, (Damn right) never
thought of rap fame/ (fame) SHIT, THAT SHIT WAS THE
LAST THANG ON MY MIND WHEN I WAS HUSTLING DRUGS IN
THE CRACK game/ (fame) I was going against this foe
named Goliath which was the ghetto/ (what) and I was
just a boy named David trying to survive with my
metal and my sling shot/ (sling shot) which is why I
slinged rocks/ (slinged rocks) All day/ In the
project Hallways/ Trying to ward off these OG's who
carried guns bigger than the Lochness/ (word) Putting
my time in the studio working overtime so the flow
could process/ Hoping (I could drop a hot hit) I
could drop a hot hit/ And make my shit blast off like
the Houston rockets/ Cuz God knows being broke
selling coke, (I NEEDED MONEY IN MY MUTHAFUCKIN'
POCKET) I NEEDED MONEY IN MY MUTHAFUCKIN' pocket/
Some way some how/ I couldn't wait one day longer I
needed it now/ Whether it was car jackin' a bitch,
rappin' or a bit, lettin' a nigga catch gunplay I
needed it, and it didn't matter how/ Cuz when you're
in this game it's like you're stranded on an island
(land)/ Wetness all around and fake thugs smiling
(ling)/ In your face/, everyday sleeping by the
project doors with your gun on your waist/ And even
though your homies/ and ya fam are the only/ one's
who can understand you still have to wonder man what did
you do to grow up deserted/ (what) In a ghetto livin'
this trife life, sometimes I blame God, what did I do
to deserve this/ (what) But I finally realize it was
my purpose/ (what) To grow up in the Magnolia
learning to overcome obstacles/ (Uh Huh) Life was a
struggle trying to sell rocks/ just to put money in
my mail box/, sometimes standing in a jail box/,
(EVERYDAY IT FELT LIKE MISSION IMPOSSIBLE) everyday
it felt like Mission Impossible/ But now the Lord
finally opened my eye's and I realize/ where the deal
lie's/ God is not mad at me because it was fate that
brought to where I am/ A young boy was forced to grow
into a man/ at an early age/ Strapped with Glocks and
a 12 gage/ Putting up with poverty/ No lottery/
ticket could erase the situation I was in, dealing
with muthafucka's who discriminate against people
just because they believe in ethnic supremacy and
they think their better than the world/ (world)
Havin' to raise my girl's/ (girls) and my sons in a
life of corruption/ (ruption) and drugs for nothin'/
But I finally realize it was for somethin'/ When I
finally blew up I missed time out of their lives
because I was on tour bustin' (bustin')/ My ass for
my income/ Most families would have left but thank
God when the snow, the rain, sleet and wind come/
They stayed with me and never leaved me (leaved me)/
and gave me the motivaton to stay of the heezy/ And
to all my fans even doah yo boys expresses alot of
arroagance in his attitude (tude)/ I'm thankful God
blessed with this lyrical aptitude (tude)/ To spit
for you, I'll never be mad at you/ You purchase the
albums and for that you have my never ending
gratitude (tude)/ On behalf of DaLordHighPlaya and
DaGlobalKnight (WHAT'S UP MY MUTHAFUCKIN'
NIGGA!!!!!!)/ Life is a Crab Game and I rolled two's
when I rolled da dice/ But somehow through hard work
and perseverance (I made it) I made it/ and I've got
the right to say (I can't be faded) I can't be faded
(what)/ and together as one/ To all my fans worldwide
even though ya'll hate me at times we're better as
one/ Than better as none/ Because each and everyone
one of ya'll who are throwin' up a muthafuckin'
soljah rag and who are supporting me worldwide ya'll
are appreciated (Fa sho)/ I don't put a pricetag on
fame so ya'll will never be depreciated/ So if you
feel me light up a joint/ Because for stayin' with me
through all my trials and tribulations/ and fucked up
situations/ You have stayed with me and through my
lyrical dedication/ No separation/ can come between
us, forever your's Max Steel I'm finna stay on point/
RIP to my nigga'z Mark, Killah, Bone, Eastwhick,
Quaritha, when I come Heaven da whole hood gonna come
(come with me) with me/ And we're gonna be drinkin'
Chrissy cups with angel wings, and oh yeah and I
won't forget to bring da (blunts with me) blunts with
me/ RIP, I love ya'll! Thank you.
Second Bridge: Ms. Cherry Eye'z (Singing)
You're a star
Is what you are
No matter what you say
Grew up livin' life by that AK
Slangin' rhymes just to stack points
But Max Steel, you gonna stay makin' phat joints
You're a star
Is what you are
No matter what you say
Grew up livin' life by that AK
Slangin' rhymes just to stack points
But Max Steel, you gonna stay makin' phat joints
Hook: Max Steel (Repeat 2x times)
I'm finna stay on fire
Until da day I retire
Rollin' on Twenty inch tires
No matter what da subject matter is
I'm gonna stay gettin' it how I live
Spittin' fiya on each joint
YOU KNOW, I'M HOOKED UP BY DA BEST, Meagan Street'z
Ain't no need to question me
So stop stressin' me
Cuz with each joint I stay on point
I'm finna stay on fire
Until da day I retire
Rollin' on Twenty inch tires
No matter what da subject matter is
I'm gonna stay gettin' it how I live
Spittin' fiya on each joint
YOU KNOW, I'M HOOKED UP BY DA BEST, Meagan Street'z
Ain't no need to question me
So stop stressin' me
Cuz with each joint I stay on point
Max Steel:
(What da fuck is it) What da fuck is it that's keeping me in this game recieving all these accolades/ That make me too hard for these cats to fade/ Like a barber/ Shit, I don't know, (I don't know) I just try harder and harder/ with every album to keep me in this game. I can't figure out what da fuck it is? I probably will never know. Thank you to God, my family, my fans and my nigga'z. I don't know (I don't know da fuck is keeping me on point), but I'm going to go for as long as I can. Fuck hata's man, don't let that stop you.....(handle your issue).....handle your issue.
- Beat fades out.
Production Credits:
Song produced by: Max Steel for Street Shit Entertainment/Street'z on Lock Entertatinment & DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya for Trill Ass Nigga'z Entertainment
Co-Produced by: Bloody Snake Eye'z for Bloody Snake Eye'z Productions & Meagan Street'z for Street'z on Lock Entertainment
Engineer: Crazy Eddie
Music written by: Max Steel & DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya:
Lyrics: Max Steel
Trumpet: James
Bass: Da Weed Man
Drums: Keisha
Piano: Max Steel & DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya
Organ: T-Money
Chimes: Zorro
Background vocals: Ms. Cherry Eye'z
Mixed by: DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya
Co-Mixed by: Da M-A-C Bootylicious All-Stars
Recorded by: Jovanda Brown (DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya's girlfriend)
CEO & Chairman of Iced Out Records: DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya
Co-CEO of Iced Out Records: Tyrone Banks.
Co-CEO of Iced Out Records: Marcus Woods
Head Executive President of I.O.R.: Jovanda Brown.
Co-President of Iced Out Records: Laquisha (Jovanda's sister
Co-President of Iced Out Records: Meagan Street'z
Co-President of Iced Out Records: Cookie'z
Senior Vice President of Iced Out Records: Mickey (DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya's best friend)
Co-Vice President of Iced Out Records: Ray (DJ Randy's lil brother)
Head Executive Producer: DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya
Co-Executive Producer: Jovanda Brown.
Head Executive Engineer: Meagan Street'z
Co-Head Executive Engineer: Wicked Skill'z
Co-Vice President of Iced Out Records: Ryan Baker.
Chief Operating Offier: Tara Buck.
Director of Operations: Stacy Reynolds
Commissioner: Corey (DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya's brother)
Co-Commissioner: Tec-88 (Good friend)
Chief of Staff: T-Money
Co-Chief of Staff: J-Hood!
Director of Operations: Stacy Brown (Jovanda's sister)
Chief Operating Officer: Donald Richardson
Head Executive Super Intendent Miya Locks (Max Steel's wife)
Co-Executive Super Intendent: Max Steel (Head Rapper of Da Mac Pack)
Super Intendent: DaGlobalKnight (1/2 of Da Mac Pack
Super Intendent: DaLordHighPlaya (1/2 of Da Mac Pack)
Super Intendent: Derrick
Super Intendent: Donald Harris
Super Intendent: Lil Ms. Glock
Super Intendent: Bloody Snake Eye'z
Super Intendent: PlatinumPlaya
Director of A&R: T-Money
Director of Finances: Steve Dunn
Director of Promotions: Matthew
Director of Marketing: Jay Hicks
Wass happening' Myspace? First of all, I want to thank everybody who took some time out of their day to view my page, and I apologize if my page moves slow. I'm working hard to fix that. Much love to da Mac Pack for blessing my page with a hott song to set thangs off. Mac Pack CDs are available through your local Mom & Pop stores. Dis ya boi Randy. Born and rasied in Brooklyn New York. I'm reppin' Farmington Hills, Michigan, but I spend most of my time in Detroit. I'm a song writer. I'm also a DJ for an underground Hip-Hop Detroit radio station called Hot 92.7 FM. You can listen to me on weeknights if you're a Detroit resident from 6-12pm. On the show I play alot of underground Hip-Hop, New School, Old School, and so on. I also interview alot of underground acts from all over the nation, discuss current events going in the media, say what's on my mind, raise hell and just be me. Let me talk about my career as a songwriter. I enjoy writing music and I enjoy producing it. People ask me all the time, why? I honestly don't know why. I'm just a talented dude who knows how to write my ass off. DROP A BEAT AND MY ASS IS GONE! It doesn't matter what my state of mind is at the time when I write a song. I'll tell you this. When I get that pen in my hand, I don't stop. I'm a very talented songwriter who can write about just about anything, but I don't play by all of the rules when I write songs. I tend to think outside the box alot and do my own thang. From a very early age I was producing and writing music. It just came naturally to me. I never struggled or encountered writer's block. I have studied jazz, Hip-Hop, soul, R&B and blues. Ya boy can play almost any type of music that you want me to play, but I specialize in Hip-Hop, snap, crunk, R&B and top 40. I am a true student of the Hip-Hop game. When it comes to producing music I am an extremely versatile producer. I don't limit myself to one genre of Hip-Hop. I know how to produce West Coast, East Coast, Durrty South, Funk, R&B, crunk and soul. I've produced and ghostwritten a number of tracks for a number of different artists. I don't want to be overexposed so I usually tell the artist to give me a minimal production credit. I've been producing music for over sixteen years. Music is in my blood man! I was destined to produce music. I don't have a certain style or derive influences from one single rapper, producer or singer. But if I had to name three producers who I derive influence from, I'd have to go with Scott Storch, Mannie Fresh and Dr. Dre. I also work part-time at 102.7, a Detroit Hip-Hop radio station. I compose the playlists for the morning, afternoon and evening drive over there. I've been doing that for three years. I make alot of money doing that. Currently I'm enjoying a successful career as a ghostwriter, music producer and a songwriter.
Before we move on I want to briefly shoutout my family and friends to show em luv. Shoutout to Brooklyn, New York since that's where I was born. I wanna give a shoutout to Queensbridge, Manhattan, and the Bronx. Big shoutout to my family. I come from a pretty big family. My family is spread out all over the country. I have family in Detroit, Atlanta, New Orleans, NY (my favorite city) Chicago, Philly, LA, Kansas, Nebraska, Wisconsin, Washington, Arizona, CA, Florida, Kentucky, Ohio, Pittsburgh and Texas. I guess you could say I have alot of cousins in my family. As you can see I'm well-represented in my family and four things we all share in common is loyalty, making moves, gettin' money and blood.
I'm a very strong-willed individual. If I had to encapsulate my personality in my one word, I would say I'm cool. I'm like to chill, I'm laid-back, easygoing and I like to go with the flow. You know what I'm sayin'? I keep it str8 gangsta and go with da flow. I'm also a person who works very hard to get what I want but I know how to have fun, cuz I'm very outgoing. I'm open-minded, funny, responsible, intelligent, I'm very articulate, very intelligent, generous, considerate of others, a positive thinker, and I get along well with anyone really. I have alot of charisma since I'm a DJ. I exuede confidence and alot of energy whenever I do something, whether it be DJing or just chillin'. I don't tolerate alot of bullshit. Hata's-Brush em off my shoulders. I don't gravitate towards that bs. I've just always been a very determined, independent person who loves to live life to the fullest and I never take anything for granted, but I live life with zero regrets. I do what makes me happy, which is why I got into music. I'm someone who enjoys meeting new people, having fun, clubbin', DJing, and whenever I do something I make sure it complements my lifestyle, so it can enhance it while there's still room for growth.
I'm finna briefly talk about some of my interests. My second biggest interest next to music by far is sports. I am a sports junkie. My two favorite sports are football and basketball. I'm down for anything that has to do with sports whether its working out, playing basketball or football, collecting Jordans and Throwbacks or just going to games. Since I am a DJ it's only natural that I love the night life. I enjoy anything that has to do with clubbin', comedy, movies, gambling, casino's, eating out, djing or entertainment. I have a voracious appetite and I love eating. I must confess that I am a nigga who loves women and although I love all women, I especially love my caramels and honeys. Shoutout to all my caramels and honeys. I love ya'll! Fa real! I'm definitely a balla. I spend alot of money whenever I go out and I do shit big. I'm a nigga who is top-ranked when it comes to kickin' top game. If you ever meet me in person you will never meet another nigga who spends as much money as me. Fa real. I'm not being arrogant or full of myself either. That's fact. I have a PHD when it comes to ballin'. To sum all of this up I'm just basically a real nigga who has a positive outlook on life, loves having fun, meeting new people and experiencing new things, and living every day to the fullest.
Music is my passion. The name of my production company/record company is called Iced Out Productions/Iced Out Records. I also own alot of other different production companies. Whenever I co-produce a song with my boy Tec-88, (my partner in crime so to speak) I produce it under Trill Ass Nigga'z Production, because Tec-88 is also a producer and we've been friends a very long time. I also own my record company called Iced Out Records, which features a number of UNDERGROUND popular Hip-Hop artists, who are pretty well known nationwide on the underground scene. Alot of my artists are against putting our music online. They claim that the internet is a disease and that it prevents them from making a living, which I don't entirely agree with, because look how many artists are blowing up on Myspace but that's them, not me. All I know is I have to respect my artist's wishes, because I have an obligation to them as a CEO to not violate their privacy or deprive them of their livelihood. I listen to just as much underground rap as I do commercial rap which is one of the reasons I'm on Myspace. I have known the majority of my artists signed to Iced Out Records professionally and personally for the past sixteen years thanks to either growing up with them or hustling with them together when we were all trying to take our career to the next level while we were hustling, so I try not to exercise too much authority over my artists and my employee's, because 90% of the people that work for me are very good friends of mine who are veterans of game and who's opinions I value very highly. Upholding loyalty to one another and never leaving any of us hanging..
In 1992 thanks to my popularity as a prominent underground DJ in Detroit, I founded Iced Out Records with my girlfriend Jovanda, my nigga Tec-88, Mickey and alot of other childhood friends I had grown up with. We were all very well educated, knew alot about music, and running a business so it was easy, but we still hustled. I immediately signed my nigga'z to contracts. The very first artist I signed was a nigga named Tec-88, who released several platinum and gold albums. Very talented artist. He's one of my best friends. My nigga for life. No doubt. I also signed Ms. Glock, Da Kid, Lil Derrick, 8 Ball, Sick Skill'z, Wicked Skill'z, Ms. Cherry Eye'z and Crooked-I and along with myself, we formed a group called the Local 260. What happened next I had no idea of seeing. The Local 260 put out their self-titled underground debut titled "The Local 260" and it went Double Platinum with very lil radio play. Shortly thereafter everybody released a series of solo albums, and every one of them either went gold or platinum. I nearly fainted after that shit. I mean, I was not prepared for that shit at all. All I can say is God blessed me in a major way when that shit happened and I'll never stop thanking God for that blessing he bestowed on my nigga'z and on myself as well. I just want to say that my artists didn't get into this game to become famous. Their not trying to be 2pac or BIG or any of that shit. They got into Hip-Hop because they eat, breathe, shit, sleep and live Hip-Hop 24/7. We did it for the love of the art and because most of us didn't have it easy growing up.
If you like gangsta rap then you'll like our music. Our music deals with growing up in the ghetto, clubbin', thuggin' and doin' what we have to do to survive out in them street'z ya heard me. But it's more than just gangsta rap. All of my artists are very versatile and we touch on everything from politics and social issues. It's also hustler's music for all the hustler's out there going through hard times. It's spiritual, crunk, gangsta, and uplifting. From a musical standpoint we can do anything. We have the ability to talk about any topic we want and make it hott. It doesn't matter what the issue is, we make everything we do hott with our lyrical ability, our style and our production. I've never wanted to be a rapper so I mainly produce music, because I enjoy that more than I do rapping. I do a damn good job of it too I may say so myself.
My most popular rap group is a group by the name of the Mac Pack! These dudes are my nigga'z. They consist of Max Steel, DaGlobalKnight, and DaLordHighPlaya. They are three of the best PURE MCEE'S in Detroit. Everybody on the underground scene in Detroit knows who they are. They've been around since 1994. Max Steel is their most popular member and he's also my best friend, aside from my nigga Tec-88. They don't have a certain style. It's hard to identify their style, because they can do it anyway ya wanna do it. If you wanna get crunk, they'll get crunk, if you wanna hear some real shit, they'll spit that real shit; if you wanna hear some science they'll spit some science for ya. If you wanna talk about ballin', they'll ball da fuck out. If you wanna freestyle, they'll freestyle. Read the blogs if you want to see their talent. They are the most the most versatile rappers I have ever met in my life. They can literally rhyme their asses off.
The Mac Pack has a way of making any record that they spit on sound ill, and that's why they have been successful. Between the three of them, they have a total of 13 albums under their belts. Their producer is a girl by the name of Meagan Street'z, who is married to DaGlobalKnight. In my opinion she's the greatest female Hip-Hop producer walking the face of this earth. Her beats are THUGGED THE FUCK OUT! Their very rugged, very hardcore, very in-your-face, very crunk and very gangsta, and the reason for that is that the Mac Pack had a very hard lives growing up. These three nigga'z are not from Detroit. Their from New Orleans, Magnolia Projects. One of the worst ghetto's in the entire World. They keep it real in their songs. They don't talk a bunch of BS and that's what I like about them. They've never sold their fans out for the glamorous Hip-Hop life. They've always remained true, they value their roots, where they come from, respect da game, respect all of the pioneers who have made it this far and they have learned from da best. They are all experienced veterans. You have to remember that they've been rhymin' since 1994.
Three other nigga'z they run with are three nigga'z by the name of J-Hood, PlatinumPlaya & Da Pimp Doctor. Remember, their lyric's not mine. If you buy a Mac Pack CD, somewhere on there you're going to see feat: J-Hood, PlatinumPlaya or Pimp Doctor. They signed on with da Mac Pack in 1994 and blew up with da Mac Pack. Those three nigga'z are all individual artists, but they are very popular here in Detroit on an underground level. All of the rappers that are signed to Iced Out Records are veterans. These are rappers who don't care about blowing up or anything. They just want to make money, enjoy rapping, and provide for their families. Iced Out Records wasn't founded on the belief of trying to go mainstream. We are strictly an underground record company.
I don't sleep. "Sleep is the cousin of death"-Nas. I stay on da grind 24/7. I treat everybody I meet with respect Yo, if you like what you see, hit me up with a friend request. Yo, anybody can get a friend request from me as long as you're cool and don't start no drama. .... I accept all friend request even the weird ones, but if u cant tell already I keep it trill and dont sugar coat anything, so if u soft or sweet u probably wanna keep it movin cuz I'm very blunt ..... I have all kinds of friends because I meet all kinds of people. I'm a New York nigga so by nature I have an open mind so ask and u shall recieve .... I'm hella chill and down with whateva so no need for anybody 2 be shy Holla Atcha Boi. I will accept anybody as long as you aren't a spammer. I represent to da fullest. You better believe that. Take it to da bank. Don't forget to read the blogs. Remember that God is everything in yo life. Peace and may God bless all of you and keep it gangsta.
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Randy
B.R.O.O.K.L.Y.N.