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released January 1, 2011

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Track Name: All Of That
Intro.

(Hook)
While you’re snoozing, i’m writing rhymes
& I’ve been patient, just tryna bide my time
See I’m improving, almost line by line
So Wakey wakey MOTHER FUCKERS
Rise & shine.....
'Caus I’m ALL OF THAT
Got swagger and ALL OF THAT
Energy, Cadence ALL OF THAT
Done with the frauds BORED OF THAT
Character, Presence ALL OF THAT
Content, hype, got ALL OF THAT
Style, Delivery ALL OF THAT
You test me? I'm appalled at that

(Verse)
Hardcore, artillery Language
So you better mind yours
What u fight for? When ya times called,
Will you die for the diamond rings that ya brandish?
F.U get too outlandish
Some fools don’t understand it
You'll either see the reasons
Or you’re one of the peeps were mad with
Trust me you’ll see the madness
Yeah yeah, were far from average
The Team is deep… Atlantis
Hater written across the man tits
That’s standard, but what’s its all about?
High standards, frauds we call em out
Never been a sheep. its like people are asleep
And im a wake em up even if I have ball & shout

(Hook)

(Verse)
No need to boast
By design I pen bars that are larger than most
While ya front like you're palming the toast
I beast hard, leave a beat scarred then im ghost
Mic’s I roast
Hit heavy til ya start to see stars, I get dosed
Call Tanks or Armoured cars
No army can harm me, when I’m armed with the flows
My potentials starting to show
Won’t chart but I bet I get a market exposed
When I harness the energy, aim at the majors
& laugh as my target explodes.
I Follow the art as it grows
Got A&R’s shook yet I’m marked for the pro’s
'Cause Im raw & my bars are verbose
They don’t see that the thorns form part of the rose
Pure dark with quotes, war path for the foes
Talk hard on the roads, get parred for the jokes
No Armani or Prada for clothes
Nah, not me im all heart but I’m broke
I learnt skills like masters of old
Arcane craftsmen who carved marble & gold
No champaign, just lager & dro
Bogarting the smoke til its charred to the roach

(Hook)

(Verse)
I dare you try to hate on this
If there’s rules to the game, then there made for breaking
That's why nobody wants to take on Stig
I couldn’t give a fuck what the majors are rating
Im on the grind like skater kids
Don’t get in the way of the change im making
Most people don’t pay for shit
That’s why broke and im paper chasing
Not a pop tart,
Not one bar of the verse is meant for mass consumption,
When im on a mic on stage in a rave
Make sure you keep the masters bumping.
I'm not trying to save the world
I wanna see you wankers jumping,
Just cos im on it with that wild out shit
Don’t think for a second I don’t stand for something
Im dhali with a mic and a brew
In a party getting it hyper than you.
Bars, im known for reciting a few
But im unlikely to do what you’d like me to do.
Im one of them fuck you types,
There aint a rapper on the planet you liken me to.
None of them dude, not one of them fools
Come close the hight's when im writing a tune
Time to tighten screws
Ya not ready for level that im taking to
T.E.A.M H.A.T.E
Look at what the fakers making me do.
Baseline bully boy, shaking the room
I don’t care if ya making the loot
Im a beast, ya better start facing the truth
In the club getting raggo, just blazing a zoot like
Yeeeeeeeeeeahhh… that’s that’s shit
Pass that shit
Better wrap that spliff
Puff pass Let me Ash that piff.
MASHED, that’s how the fat lad lives
BRASS, your innit for the cash that’s it
GASSED, act like ya clap that fifth
If a man chats shit, i'll a slap that bitch
Cos I’m bored of the… lies
Stories like lord of the… flies
It’s a joke like morcam &… wise
But I’m not laughing at it
I got em all caught by surprise
Their eyes sight stopped short of the signs
I give listeners more for the mind
& I’m just so damn good at it

(Hook to outro)
Track Name: Get 2 Know
I dead crews in two, tandum
Bang em out in one round…. hand gun
Magnum, no champagne
MC’s get their lights knocked out when I lamp em
Hands heavy like breeze blocks when I land em
Bars get at bodied at random
Ugly but trust me, the payments handsome
Cos when I’m on a track it’s a guaranteed anthem
I hold the whole show for ransom
Heads know I got a screw loose, ask em
Dj “pull up the vibe”
I’m a “champion” just like buju Banton
I can see a few dudes acting
I just wish that I knew who cast em
When its Lights, camera, action
Homie it won’t be you who’s standing

I’ll emerge victorious
You’ll be history….. Victorians
I’m the future, without a delorian
Killing your tracks before you’ve recorded em
Before you’ve started imported em
Infact before you’ve thought of em
You want to battle me?... Asher d
Get clowned in front of your audience
See, I’m alone in my own league
Home free, roll deep with my whole team, hating
Don’t front like you know
Obese, flows deep, I’m O.G blatant
You don’t what your facing
Bars big enough to cave half ya face in
You pull strings in the background like a basist
I pull strings in the back ground like the masons

I’m amazing,
Nobody’s ready for the moves that I’m making
You man are faking, Mic plus me, do that equation
There’s no fixing the scene when I break in
Its all for the taking
I’m a top boy I don’t fall for the ratings
Old school but from a new generation
That’s they want to hear me when they’re raving
I keep elevating,
Next levels beats, deep penetration
Stage to the streets, I been penning statements
so long, no one can compete with my calibre
The mics my excalibah
freestyle but im far from amateur
Don’t play yourself like Jeru the Damaja
One line, & I’m assassinating your character
Track Name: Sweat Shop
Team Hate, nobody's stepping to this
Cold flows don't get any better than Stig's
Name somebody that reckon's he's sick
& then tell him he's lucky i let him exist
I'm blessed with a devilish whit
Expressed with a level of intelligence
Potentially extra terrestrial quick, keep checking the list
I'm ahead of my destiny, bitch.
And i won't stop improving
Proving, you're never got watch me losing
Feel free to clock these movements
Recognise i'm a top 3 nuisance
Whatever i'm on just stop me using
It's definitely got me cruising
I'm in a league of my own mate, leave me alone
I'm a God, ain't none of me human
This is not an illusion
No smoke, no tricks, no slight of hand
So what's the confusion?
Oh shit, no folks, i'm tight, i am
Come follow me students
Go sick, dope flows, nice rhymes, i can
We got a problem Houston
No jokes, i'm big, i'm tight, i BANG
Get sent to the ground a corpse
You got flows? I got a thousand more
You're a badman? What you shouting force
Better listen to your boys now & 'llow the talk
I don't care if you're out in force
You'll be leaving without applause
When i spit it to the rhythm bet it's sounding raw
You better pray to that wizard in the cloud of yours
Argh, 'cause im in it for the head to head,
Your not ill, you'll never get respect
Your not real, what you represent?
You better chill or get left for dead,
i need riches still,
best step correct or else keep ducking me like i debt collect
cause, i refuse to be less direct
I'm deadly when i flex the pen i mean business.
Track Name: Doobie Howzer (MC)..
erse 1:
We keep the clipper sparking, steady lighting up the peng
Break it down, roll it up, set fire to the end
Northern lights, Amnesia Haze, a little mix & blend.
We pass it round the circle, then we slowly start it again.
We got that Blue dream, Orange Bud, White Shark, O.G kush,
Mexican Sativa, Shiva, ring the dealer smoke a blunt
Jack Herera, Chocolope, Sour Diesel, Lemon Chunk.
AK47, Melon, Juicy Fruit & Super Skunk
& we cop in keys
No, twigs, no popping seeds
My ppl shot those sweet
Sticky green, frosted leaves
We got whatever you need
My team only mess with heaviest weed
This aint ketamine fiends
Its for the smokers wrestling green
We get so high
Eyes open, letting em bleed.
Blow smoke in the sky
Hot boxing Fogging the air that you breath
Ride out the natural mystic
Oh hell yeah, that’s that cheese
Sclera’s redder than photographs
From steadily, heavily blowing trees

Hook & breakdown

Verse 2:
Grind it up, pack it, burn it… bong done
Hold it in, try not to choke, it's hurting, hot lungs
It takes my breath away, Berlin, Top Gun
There’s nothing better than a long blunt, that’s clogged up
With Bubble Gum, Big Bud, Lambsbread, Gypsie Kiss
Strawberry Cough, Durban poison, Easy rider, Thai Stick
White Rino, Purple Haze, Red Hair, Kali Mist
Mauwi Wauwi, Crystal Rain, Bielzibud, that’s that piff
So twist it up
I don’t believe when they tell me its a drugs
Dictionary define my nuts
Finger up to law while im hitting a dutch
Then pass to the left hand side.
Til the next mans high, & blitzed as fuck
Punk so strong that we hit club
& Stink the place out with sticky buds
I think its fairly plane
I’m in love with Mary Jane
When I’m down she gets me lifted
Blazing takes away the pain
get ya reefers out
You need sutting give my peeps a shout
They’re the type to never be without
Ganja smuggling, Eeka mouse