01 - Back From The Dead (1:42)

I remember it all.
(gangstas talkin) Wussup now mothafucka!
(gunshots)Now he’s dead mothafucka.
(funeral)
Blaze, wake up, it’s time to wake up Blaze
Wake Up Blaze
Your rest is over
It’s time for you to wake up
It’s time for you to open your eyes and wake up
It’s a shame you were put to rest
We watched you
You were always our favorite
Always willing to work for the master
Such a reward
Well since we took over things are going to be a little different now
And even though 11 years is a long time, it’s definitely not an eternity
Wake up Blaze
There’s still work to be done
Blaze……. Wake up
 

02 - Real G Shit (0:50)

Who wanna fuck with the unfadable, dead man
Body count deeper than a Vietnam bed tram
So what you lookin at, so what I’m dead bitch
Got the 20/40 vision with a slight twitch
And I’ll dump a whole clip in ya neck though
So when ya fuckin with a G show respect ho
I keep tickin like a Timex piece
This is my mothafuckin hood, my mothafuckin streets
Fuck police in each and every state
All they do is fuck with us and continue to incarcerate
All my folks and everyone I roll with
But I aint doin the time, I aint the one bitch
And all you haters can kiss my ass
My response to you hoes is a shotgun blast
My name is Blaze, and bitch I don’t sleep
I bring terror to the hood cause I’m back on the streets
Real G shit!
 

03 - In Case You Forgot (2:35)

“9-1-1 emergency, please hold”
“I’d like to report somethin, operator she screamed so loud”
“I know, that’s terrible miss”
“God, I mean I’ve never heard anything like that in my life before”
“Uh, roger, thank you”
Psycho thug, maniac killa
Takin mo slugs than the average drug deala
Born to peel a cap on a ho ass bitch
Been a G since the first, nigga I aint switched

04 - I Go To Work (3:39)

I’m the dead body creepin through the streets on the eastside
Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide
Do a drive-by in a second
Leave you all bloody and chattered lyin on the pavement
Nothin can save ya, when I’m in a homicidal rage
Nut up and then started onin the 12 gauge
Sawed off pump in yo ass bitch, say ya prayers bitch
Cause ya headed to the casket
Been to the graveyard
A little advice, never perpetrate and act hard
Cause when you are dead, mothafucka aint shit to lose
Still gettin my hustle on and payin every due
Aint got shit to prove, to you marks or you bustas
Always stay strapped cause you know I can’t trust ya
It’s lights out before I put you in the dirt
It’s ya dead homie Blaze, bitch, I go to work
Chorus: 2x
I go to work every day
Baggin up yay
Clockin major chedder
Look I’m all about my paper
I go to work on the eastside, jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin hella drive-bye’s, just anotha homicide
End Chorus:
I go to work in my neighborhood
Puffin on blunts, baggin up yay and always up to no good
Cause I’m a gangsta, been to the grave and back
So stop by my quarter and get yo fuckin car jacked
Cause I don’t play like my homies always say
We runnin with a hatchet, Psychopathic, AYEEAYEE!
Everyday ya homie Blaze is on the street
Bouncin down Pine Wood menacin heat
Until just the other day when I was walkin on my own
A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone
Tried to play me cheap till he got a peak
At my piece I got, right before I sat in his seat
Then broke his jaw, then watched him bump, lifeless
You should’ve seen his face it was priceless
Just anotha lesson ho, to this stressy ho
Guts through these streets I lurk, I go to work
Chorus: 2x
Now I’m rollin in the tacked up bucket
Bumpin Twiztid, puffin herb like fuck it
Make a left on the one way
That’s when the boys in blue got behind me, with they lights and sirens
30 seconds of silence we lay a loaded clip
Jumpin on pigs, with the hollow point tips
So don’t trip, I still gots to get my green
Rollin on these streets, fleein, leavin the murda scene
Hit a right left, then a right to the top shop
Sold the bucket and a watch
Yo a smoked out bitch in a 92 Ranger
That’s the way it is in the life of a gangsta, or a hustla
With the dust ya, I could lose a lung and still murda 20 of ya
Watch yo back, when Blaze got a smurk on
You could be the next mothafucka I go to work on
Chorus: (repeated)
 

05 - Put It Down (4:34)

I put in work for my hood, so fuck a 9 to 5
You can find me on the corner hustlin on the grind
They call me Mr. Nuff Bluff
So when the heads hear the thumpin and the bump bump
They come out runnin like the kids to the ice cream man children I’m sorry
But it’s Blaze in the mini van, playin Atari
And I got to do the 5’s on loose and eightballs
Semi-automatic with a clip for the law
All I wanna do is make money and smoke
Fuck hella bitches and slang my dope
The law aint good for a mothafuckin thang
But eatin mad doughnuts and gettin in the way
I’ve been gone for more then a day and some things changed
So many died and some faded away
I represent the ghetto from Holland to Pine Wood
I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood
Chorus: 2x
I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood
And all my mothafuckas that’s up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is tryin to come up
So gimme all of yo money before you get yo ass stuck
End Chorus:
I’ve been dead to the world for the last 11 years
My body’s decomposin, I’m missin part of my ear
Still gonna ride till the day I die kid
Get up back from the dead and ride again, walk again
Talk up shit, right, empty mad clips, right
Keep it all through wanna see that bitch? Uh-huh
Winter slugs, king coats and raiders caps
Real deala, jerry curls and baseball bats
Ready to die like everyday
Put it down like a mothafucka everyday
Drink brew and smoke weed like everyday
And we all tryin to get paid but anyway
Killaz don’t talk but this one do
Talk you out ya hood and let the 45 blast you
Twice in the chest, once in the face
Plug the extra heata on the safe side in case
Ya bitches blast and she could catch one to
Cause if you down with yo hood then yo hood down with you
Chorus: 2x
Psychopathics just like thugs, right, we brawl and we fight, right
And just like the freaks that come out every night, yup
Holdin down the sidewalk
Standin with mugs, mothafuckas is soon to be outlined in chalk
Sippin on a cold ass 40 of OE
Live from the DET real OG
Pissy drunk, always, with dead bumpin
State thug with the doorway in the truck
Bitch flappa, fuck a bitch rappa
Bitches were made for fuckin, but that’s another chapta
Bitch you don’t know me, don’t approach me
Thinkin that ya down with Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Chief blood, imbedded in street blocks
That’s why I put it down and blast with many shots
Bullet holes, in my chest it’s all good
Man I even died for my hood, mothafucka
They come out runnin like the kids to the ice cream man children I’m sorry
But it’s Blaze in the mini van, playin Atari
And I got to do the 5’s on loose and eightballs
Semi-automatic with a clip for the law
All I wanna do is make money and smoke
Fuck hella bitches and slang my dope
The law aint good for a mothafuckin thang
But eatin mad doughnuts and gettin in the way
I’ve been gone for more then a day and some things changed
So many died and some faded away
I represent the ghetto from Holland to Pine Wood
I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood
Chorus: 2x
I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood
And all my mothafuckas that’s up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is tryin to come up
So gimme all of yo money before you get yo ass stuck
End Chorus:
I’ve been dead to the world for the last 11 years
My body’s decomposin, I’m missin part of my ear
Still gonna ride till the day I die kid
Get up back from the dead and ride again, walk again
Talk up shit, right, empty mad clips, right
Keep it all through wanna see that bitch? Uh-huh
Winter slugs, king coats and raiders caps
Real deala, jerry curls and baseball bats
Ready to die like everyday
Put it down like a mothafucka everyday
Drink brew and smoke weed like everyday
And we all tryin to get paid but anyway
Killaz don’t talk but this one do
Talk you out ya hood and let the 45 blast you
Twice in the chest, once in the face
Plug the extra heata on the safe side in case
Ya bitches blast and she could catch one to
Cause if you down with yo hood then yo hood down with you
Chorus: 2x
Psychopathics just like thugs, right, we brawl and we fight, right
And just like the freaks that come out every night, yup
Holdin down the sidewalk
Standin with mugs, mothafuckas is soon to be outlined in chalk
Sippin on a cold ass 40 of OE
Live from the DET real OG
Pissy drunk, always, with dead bumpin
State thug with the doorway in the truck
Bitch flappa, fuck a bitch rappa
Bitches were made for fuckin, but that’s another chapta
Bitch you don’t know me, don’t approach me
Thinkin that ya down with Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Chief blood, imbedded in street blocks
That’s why I put it down and blast with many shots
Bullet holes, in my chest it’s all good
Man I even died for my hood, mothafucka
Chorus:
 

06 - Shikkalkaz (3:36)

Yo, this is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we don’t fuck around, you know what I’m sayin
So is you diss me, my people, or the niggaz I roll with
You know what, y’all don’t fucked up
Here go the shit talkin
Yous a bitch ass ho
What you reall know about killaz for real though
Stated my freakshow
Gang of lunatics, we the rebels for the dead
Fuckin with us you lose ya mothafuckin head
How you talkin to yo bitch ass hoe’s even a little
Rather beat you to shit and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin me this, callin me that, cause
Yous a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school beat down 10 on 1
I don’t remember no fair fights where I’m from
Maniac, and Imma stand right where the blood stain is at
Hopin you come back, nigga fuck that
I’m the boasted child of death
Imma be swingin my axe till nuttin’s left
I aint havin that, so fuck you bitch
Tell ya friends I’m a hater and I’m talkin shit
Man I don’t give a fuck how many records you sell, stories you tell
Nigga check yoself
And fuck that bitch that you with to
When the shit go down, where the fuck yo crew
Probably at home bumpin someone else
And when the shit went down they told you fuck yaself
Now you cryin inside, whiny thug still frontin
Thinkin to yaself why the fuck you say somethin
To many of these niggaz wanna beat me up, steal my shit
Slap my bitch, I’m like fuck this
Lettin ya know what it’s like to deal with real killaz who don’t play
JUGGALO, everyday
Knockin suckas out the box, who wanna get some
7 video channels for my victims
I aint havin that, fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I’m a hata and I’m talkin shit
We the things that go bump in the night
We aint got no love for you, you need to get some shit right
Bitch who you think you fuckin wit
We keep the shit like a track meet, we be runnin it
With the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin sour tits for air time and symolack
We say fuck that, matter of fact
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back
Don’t get yo head cracked you aint tough
And all them skills don’t mean shit when you get fucked up
So fuck yo set and fuck yo crew
And fuck every mothafucka around and down with you
And you aint puttin nuttin on the map
Except for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I aint havin that fuck you bitch
And tell your friends I’m a hata and I’m talkin shit
Ho ass ho, we stomp on ho’s
How the fuck ya gonna step to Dark Carnival Juggalos
Creators of the weak HAHAHA night breeders
No little bitch faggots with bra seizers
So next time you see me in public
You get a Faygo in yo ass and a jaw full of dick
You can keep ya mothafuckin TRL
I stay with my homie in the underground and stay real
And burn down ya little TV set
Stream Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
Cause that’s how we do all day
Cross to the other side, bitch you gonna pay me
We stay on the darkside on the Carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze and 2 wicked clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off get slit
Vato take it way beyond talkin shit
Hatchet don’t count, hatchet aint included
Knowin gotdamn well we the champs undisputed
We don’t need your radios and MTV
Sellin millions, sayin what the fuck we please
(somebody’s name) Who told you ridin on it
You got him lickin your balls and then writin my song
You got his dick buried so far up your ass it’s hangin out ya mouth
But you like that, huh
And Eminem, tried to warn ya
And there you are receivin the dick in California
While you getting fucked on the West Coast
I’m at home fuckin Kim…. Ugh ugh
Fuck all you faggot ass sellout ho’s
And fuck anybody denyin Juggalos
Come to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I’m a hater and I’m talkin helly shit!

BLAZE YA DEAD HOMIE EP

01 - Back From The Dead

02 - Real G Shit

03 - In Case You Forgot

04 - I Go To Work

05 - Put It Down

06 - Skittalkaz