Jestli jsou v hiphopovém světě nějaké jistoty, pak například ta, že spolu dva přední kanadští reprezentanti Snak The Ripper a Madchild, jenž má čerstvě v oběhu další sólovku „Demons“, nebudou chodit každý den na pivo.
Právě teď se ale s dovolením zastavíme u prvního jmenovaného člena Stealth Bomb Records Inc., na něhož si posvítíme kvůli dvěma flákům, které by sympatizantům trueschool přístupu neměly v žádném případě uniknout.
Jednak si je třeba připomenout Snakovo poslední studiové album z loňska „Off the Rails“, které celé branži připomíná nové video „Knuckle Sandwich“, které vzniklo ve spolupráci s nezastavitelným veteránem R.A. The Rugged Manem. A aby byli spokojení i puntičkáři, autorem scratchů je D-Rec a beat připravil tvrdostí nešetřící C-Lance.
Vyzdvihnout však musíme i novotu „Greasy Business“, za jejíž nakažlivý mocný beat musíme veřejně pochválit N-Jina, s tím, že turntablismu se také v tomto případě chopil D-Rec. Pokud se bude striktně působící Snak ubírat právě tímto směrem, pak mu bude redakce bbarak.cz tleskat až do poslední vteřiny jeho diskografie.
Text:
Snak The Ripper:
Im in a perfect position to throw, a fist to ya throat,
six in a row, no detonation code, I’m fit to explode,
these bitches and hoes, ripping my clothes, licking my chode,
creeping through the darkest alleys, I don’t stick to the road,
I’m the shit and they know, kick in door, don’t aim high,
I’m hitting ‚em low, better watch out the kid is a pro,
no more empty pit in my soul, I quit the liquor and blow,
guess I’m switching my flow cause I don’t want my ticker to go,
YO! Better believe it I’ma leave em with a back hand,
never defeated, always weeded breathing like a fat man,
keeping em bleeding, taking a beating probably need a cat scan,
roll up the weed, then I proceed, to follow the attack plan
With a couple obese chicks, I’m watching em mud wrestle,
these rappers are cheese dicks, they talking but nuttin special,
They fool you cheap tricks but I’m launching a scud missile,
I’m spitting extreme shit, till I’m popping a blood vessel,
If you tryin and pull some slick shit I’m knocking out your chiclets,
sweet dreams bitches, I ain’t talking bout Eurythmics,
send your a mom some dick pics, my fingers smell like fish sticks,
giving you a noogie, purple nerplin‘ your bitch tits,
they wondering why all my shit is so dirty
it’s probably cause I ain’t been fuckin with soap,
call me the master of puppets the way that I’m
pulling these strings like I’m plucking a note,
roll to your spot with a couple of blokes
and a couple of things that I tucked in my coat,
nobody fucking with me I been throwing these elbows
cause all of my knuckles are broke,
Chorus:
yo this is blunt force trauma, bet you find it tough to manage,
wake up with your head wrapped up in a bloody bandage,
on a stretcher while they try to treat the fuckin damage,
this is what’ll happen when you eat a knuckle sandwich
yo this is blunt force trauma, bet you find it tough to manage,
wake up with your head wrapped up in a bloody bandage,
on a stretcher while they try to treat the fuckin damage,
this is what’ll happen when you eat a knuckle sandwich!
R.A. The Rugged Man:
Sluggish snail snot trail. Murder male, not pale
Body drop, cop failed, molotov cocktail Kills.
I never believe in the death and decievin‘
The eating the apple The Garden of Eden.
Klonopin, meth and they speeding and tweakin‘
I’m makin‘ a killin‘, it’s murderer season
With Jessica Lang and I’m beatin‘ my chest
Be like Idi Amin ‚cause I’m eatin‘ their flesh
No rules though, let’s go back to old school flow
Original Hannibal Lecter, Manhunter
my past life I smacked the apostles and crashed
The Last Supper, Man suffer, so damn gutter –
I was great before my great granddaddy’s dick spit out my grandmother
Like a torpedo, B-Hop / Tito, they can’t stop the reign Peabo,
I’m in my prime: Royce / Preemo
And I’m self made, look at no Dre, Vietnam that any foe pray
Go to combat: Reggie Ossé, go beyond rap, heavy no pay
And I drive drunk, crash whips, girls grab your tits
Rope-a-dope the Pope ‚til he choke on a bag of dicks
Flip the parked car, John Carpenter Dark Star
At the Shark Bar or in Vancouver with Nardwuar,
It’s nevertheless, they said it the best
Rebel in the street, they better protest
Get ‚em undressed, the devil possessed
The end of the west, ahead of the rest
Classic rhyme, damage the mind, like the passage of time
Snap a spine, Lord master divine
Chorus:
yo this is blunt force trauma, bet you find it tough to manage,
wake up with your head wrapped up in a bloody bandage,
on a stretcher while they try to treat the fuckin damage,
this is what’ll happen when you eat a knuckle sandwich
yo this is blunt force trauma, bet you find it tough to manage,
wake up with your head wrapped up in a bloody bandage,
on a stretcher while they try to treat the fuckin damage,
this is what’ll happen when you eat a knuckle sandwich!
Text:
I’m holdin more weight than a bunch fat peoples knee caps, steal your shit and sell you back your property like re/max, got these other rappers sweating like they poppin e-caps, making bad decisions like a fiend about to relapse, Wake up in the morning put a swisher in my lung, see me rock a sold out show and take a Picture with your mum, Ate a bunch of shrooms and got the bitch to lick my bum and now I’m zoomin and she lookin like a lizard with the tongue, Quick scope when I’m aiming so you know it’s precise, take a chance or miss a turn it’s just the roll of the dice, society so fuckin sensitive, I’m colder than ice, and you can’t tell me nothing bitches I’m too old for Advice, roll up to your squad on a quad like a ruff rider, leopard print speedo on bitches call me muff diver, in it for the long haul, body of a truck driver, you don’t give a fuck? Good. I don’t give a fuck either,
Chorus:
Yeah I got that good crack and you need to hit this,
I cover my tracks never leave no witness,
don’t really give a fuck about pleasing bitches
I gotta give em that greasy business, (repeat)
Verse2:
Every time I write my shit is tighter than a cats ass, never been sophisticated, might’ve never had class, all my sins are evil, plus I always give em brass tackz, rappers full of shit these days, just a bunch of ass cracks, Im smoking so much weed that I can barely think, tearin the pink, don’t care if it stink, Im there in a blink, dog you ain’t the fuckin plug, you just some hair in the sink, you whole flow is kinda backwash, like sharing a drink, Play this shit at full blast if you drunk and faded, if you just sparked a fat blunt and your lungs inflated, if everything you doin out here is drug related, If you don’t really give a fuck if you’re loved or hated, Yeah, you know that I been in it, for more than a minute, i plan to do this with no limit, till I’m old and demented, I’d rather say it to your faces so you know that I meant it, to those offended, my middle finger is overextended
Chorus:
Yeah I got that good crack and you need to hit this,
I cover my tracks never leave no witness,
don’t really give a fuck about pleasing bitches
I gotta give em that greasy business,(repeat)
