Mr. Hyde - The Crazies (Ft. Goretex, Ill Bill, & Necro)

Nyc, when you can find shit like this at fat beats

The beats on this album are the best

The 44 magnum officer slaughterer

"put gats to you, throw you in a lake naked with a block of cement attached to you"

This track is serious.

sample name?

selling souls! - ill bill..... Sell mine to a psychopath!

Someone bit off of mobb deep every line I write is 25 to life

🔥OKAY BILL🔥

Escape From New York

Dude is it just me or did ill bill just murder this bitch like he was oj

Fuck what a TUUUUUUNE!

pesadelo

I remember when I went in 2004 to order this from Sam goody music, dude at the register was like “excuse me?, what’d u say it was called?” Lmao. 31yrs old now and still playing it 15yrs later in Southern California👍🏽👍🏽

" Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up the rug" Gotta love it!

U felt that

instead of enjoy the music, we can enjoy the music meanwhile we live the message in ourselves.

The goriest beat over

All kinds of the shit!

SLAPS SO HARD ON THE $ET!👋

Such a bad song absolutely 0 flow

Бабан в Вове, как Оби Ван Кеноби в Рэйхе...

don't be concerned about do what you heard about

Si supporta anche la scena straniera🤘 goretex al top

Goretext fuckin makes this song
Mr Hyde not so much
ill bill kills it too
So does Necro

You ain't shadowproof

If I catch someone bumping the ghoste boys ima have to bust this out on em

Vortex

INCREDIBLE !

2020 & Still Bumping This Shit.

This shits serious💀💀🖤🌫

15 years inn still my favorite

Necro is good too tho 😞

Necro🛠

Thats me if i wasnt adopted lol

The messiah..ain't nothing but a creep Inna trench..they found Jesus down town Brooklyn sleeping onna bench..

Vinni Paz is cool a lot of love for him but Ill bill an Necro are the kings of underground hiphop , always will be . Mugs an Be real your out dated! Immortal technique still sick !!!

Beat was also used on a Fabolous track. “Gangsta”

Holy fuck

One of the best rap songs I've ever heard

Gore-Tex what's up bro

Hardest song

Goretex is the GOAT

Yep I agree

Bloody boss

[Lyrics]

(Intro)
The Crazies, live in the subways
Complete control the underground
They're Night Raiders

[Mr. Hyde]
Yo
Don't be concerned about to what you heard about me word of mouth
Facts I'll take the burner out and blow your fucking sternum out
I'll keep the fragments, little pieces of your clavicle
In my cabinets to prove you ain't shatter proof
Put the four fifth to you, let all four clips in you
Pain experience is like a Pitch George grip to you
Now you scarecrow dead, watch me tear whole heads
Off at their shoulders I cough as you smolder
Fresh ash particles contaminate the sky
From your flesh barbeque, inhale it to get high
Or pull the tool in your bless, leave you laying on the deck
Fuck your bullet proof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck
Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug
Ain't no crews rugged'er, I'll prove it with a slug
See, we Psycho+Logical- your team's methodical
We back slap fag rappers like bitch prostitutes
Scream! and pray it's only a nightmare
And hope your gaping throats really only a slight tear
In truth you slice right with the nice nine inch knife
Every trife rhyme I write ignite twenty-five to life
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Barn of the Naked Dead
Mr Hyde
Say My Name
Mr Hyde
Circle of Tyrants
Necro

[Goretex]
Barn of the Naked Dead
Garnish your flesh, carving your head
Me and the Coven starve women till they're orange and red
Take creep pictures, renounced, I'm the young Keith Richards
I'll turn a MILF evil, feed her some speed with killer mixtures
Writing Bibles like I'm Anton
We slime buckets, where sluts get gutted, fucked and punched
With they're tampons, a blood fetish
A monster with grimace like Al Fish
A moment of silence the count is about to asphyx
Playing God is such a thrill for me
My young ministry with six women becomin' uninhibited they kill for me
The God of Love, I leave scars and misery
See letting these women go don't make sense, it's a sin to me
The night surgeon, I flip it like Christ Inversion
Welcome to Hell, we sellin' souls right in person
The gore merchant, murder for pigs is always worth it
Express mail, set my panties and bloody kerchiefs

[ILL BILL]
Call me the Sad Wings of Destiny
Spread across the planet like Leprosy
Destroying your entire life's legacy
Nuclear priest, fire storm, human defeat
My goons are elite, murdering you with the tools of the street
The morbid sorcerer, forty four magnum officer slaughterer
Calling your coroner, crash street at the corner of Lauberman
Jumping the L, between cars puffing a L
Robbing you on the way to Carnarsie for something to sell
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger!
Burying you with delirious bangers
A total nightmare, chrome nines appear
Walking with no signs of fear
Designed to tear you with this piece of these vagina scare
Pussy clot, ill guerilla pimp make the pussy pop
Another rookie cop got shot another pussy drop
Either we mad men or mysterious villains
Or billionaires, sociopaths, or serial killers!

[Necro]
Murder rappers with a shooting titanium microphone
Bullets in your brain rip through cranium like Styrofoam
Four thugs who step to me who catch belly slugs
Now you're four faggots dead laid out in a row covered in smelly rugs
Dying to meet ya, slice up each feature
Your grill's a bloody mess, your face looks like a pie o' pizza!
Like bleeding pimples, we hold katanas
The scientist nihilist, I'm breeding pit bulls and piranhas
The messiah! Ain't nothing but a creep in a trench
They found Jesus downtown Brooklyn sleeping on a bench
Lobotomy class, we experiment cut and stitch
Open your brain up and analyze it to find out why you're such a bitch!
Put gats to you
Throw you in a lake naked with a block of cement attached to you
I don't sweat to shoot you (uhn uh)
Rather cut your spleen on screen like a Tom Savini scene
Execute you!

сижу на диване, слушаю боба марли я и сам боб парни

Legendary Album

Nailed it

Good old days mad song