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  • Royal-T and Curtis C- Canadian Choppers Lyrics

    Remake of Tech N9ne- Worldwide Choppers [Royal-T and Curtis C- Canadian Choppers]


    Royal-T verse:

    Like chinook helicopters, we Canadian choppers/
    your style's been done/ yo it's more common than arabian doctors/
    you guys are crumbs/ we're steady bombing at the rate of Obama/
    you will succumb/ to heavy arms just like the straight of a boxer/
    yall are fakes and imposters/ down with jakes like Lamotta/
    call you Chazz Palminteri, you're always playing a mobster/
    when in reality your connections they ain't made like Sinatras/
    I see flake when you author/ that shit's displayed in your posture/
    fuck a doubletime, I flip into triple/
    shit is simple for the kid bro/ just like sipping on a nipple/
    yeah I'm ripping on your kinfolk/ yo my diction is like Rickles'/
    when I flow that shit ain't right son just like picking on a cripple/
    plaugh! It's T and Curtis C/ the team that's keen to murder beats/
    and flee the scene with currency/ from weak MC's most certainly/
    ha! proceed to burn'em clean/ more third degree than Mercury/
    I'm guillotines to herbs that free/ my schemes will breed eternally/
    ya! and never be mastered like my first CD but at least I learned/
    while your feces turned/ into something you claim as your music put on cd's you burned/
    nobody can fuck with the way I be syllable killing/ the literal villain/
    in the middle of spitting/ I flip up the rhythm/
    up north slamming strong beer/ and we pack our grams in bongs here/
    we like Amsterdam in our sphere/ eating rackalamb and fawns yeah/
    it's unbelievable though/ what they breed on the coast/ I've competed on both/
    from the east and I'm broke/ to the scenic west yo/ I'm elite with the poems/
    Van Isle got the bombest chron fosho while T-Bay rocks the booze/
    my old city Winnipeg got the Jets back, St John's got the Moose/
    rep for my 4 cities that's a permanent faze/
    my shit is rap, boxing, CFL and burning the haze/
    old time fighters- Dixon, McLarnin, Langford, certified greats/
    die hard Bruins fan since birth, they finally earned all my praise/
    now I can rest in peace/ and never be/ disturbed in my grave/
    with Timmy Thomas as my saviour, come to terms with my fate/
    mutherfucking hitman like Tommy Hearns on a break/
    your getting burned on the stake/ for copernicus sake/
    really duke/ I don't give a crap what Heff or Diddy do/
    I got swag ever since I jacked the Red Bull mini coup/
    the wrath is dreadful, pity fools/
    I rock flasks one fitty proof/ while yall rock shwag in Phillies duped/
    weak slang and silly loops/ yall are common laws with floozies/
    out at bars and dropping roofies/ I spit raw like barfing sushi/
    that shit's too classy, I'm like bargain shopping newfies/
    fuck with us and you'll be seeing stars then god like John Belushi/
    ha! I'm cleverly worded/ lyrically Pun when I'm choppy/
    your legacy's over/ before it started like the son of Gaddafi's/
    I sever the order/ this shit's not plotted like the run of tsunami's/
    yo this ain't fun shit to copy/ it can't be done if your sloppy/
    the champion and I'm cocky/ you're hardly tour guide talkers/
    who the illest in the country? Who was born live rockers?/
    Royal-T and Curtis C you little girl guide stalker/
    how the fuck we gonna be left off of worldwide choppers/


    Curtis C Verse:

    Murderers waiting for the killing to start/
    really in my opinion everything's art/
    ligature marks/ on the skin of a cop/
    dearly departed, we're here to give our thoughts/ on a veteran officer of the law/
    dead in a coffin/ no medical options/ instead they gon' toss'em/
    in the water like Osama Bin Laden/ after they shot'em/
    phenomenon is uncommon/ a common bond with the fallen/
    I honour all that are honest/ this Gods anonymous call/
    I gotta be the one that's taking advantage of any openings/
    lonely at the pinnacle, wouldnt know but it really aint no thing/
    stroll the internet globally/ going on silhouette only/
    foes wanna get'em when alone but no I'm livid and I wont sleep/
    chose the middle of a codine binge/ to get up to the podium/
    a toast to all of my O.G. friends/ that never been phoney/
    the coast we loving that ocean wind/ youll never be lonely again/
    so get up and rome free when/ you settle your own chee/
    you're pop like kettle corn/ all talk, but never showing/
    mall cop equivilant/ Paul Blart, your head is swoll/
    you could've been on top/ non stop adrenaline/
    pawn shop accredited/ lawn dart you heavy throwed/
    so ready or not/ its mark set and here we go/
    were setting up shop/ apartments and family homes/
    I got a boombox, the park bench's stereo/
    dark tinted windows in corvettes thats very low/
    dont wanna be taught to worship the arion/
    warship the dollar and worship Katy Perry songs/
    I gotta be very honest, fuck the aristocratical addicts up in the Vatican/
    with bad intents/ I'm causin panic in/
    frantic opponents I'm ownin/
    and its an omen you opened/
    a can of something you dont want to get down and throw with/
    you rollin' stones, never know what you gon' get/
    you really need to channel your focus/
    7:26 PM

  • Lyrics for Royal-T and DJ WeezL- Jamm Hammer

    Jamm Hammer Lyrics:

    Jamm Hammer, bad manners take it back/
    Jamm Hammer, mad hatters on the track/

    I give it away/ for miniature pay/
    lost art, raw diction call it Linear A/
    I'm flipping for days/ and never in predictable ways/
    you pitiful fakes/ get laced in your dispicable traits/
    typical eh?/ you know/ you cannot run with T really/
    forget a Juno/ I want a Dundee at Chili's/
    a sac of new dro/ I'm always puffing the illy/
    drunken and spilly/ don't really give a fuck if it kill me/
    yo listen, fool I'm not done/
    schooling all crumbs/
    we do assault some/
    and trust me you don't want none/
    of the T-Bag and WeezL/
    the beats bang for sheezle/ elite slang when we flow/
    defeat gangs of weak foes/ no peeps hang with these pros/
    yo chico, we lethal/ my schemes span cerebral/
    your lame shit's hardly rough/
    your bitch got an ugly mug like stained chipped coffee mugs/
    with a pic of Roseanne face shit, all you punks/
    I'ma rip a dope jam then quick call your bluff/
    yo this is how you mastercraft, strangle the beat and murder it/
    mash it merciless, smash you cats, ramble then beat your sturnums in/

    Jamm Hammer, bad manners take it back/
    Jamm Hammer, mad hatters on the track/
    smash rappers mushy and they remain soft/
    get with it, Jamm Hammer fucking hammer your face off/
    Jamm Hammer, bad manners take it back/
    Jamm Hammer, mad hatters on the track/
    smash rappers mushy and they remain soft/
    get with it, Jamm Hammer fucking hammer your face off/

    we reppin skill chump/
    your method will flunk/
    I flex it ill drunk/
    so step and feel crushed/
    we like Pope Sylvester the Donation of Constantine/
    in our possession and we play on a monster team/
    adjacent to gods it seems/ while placed in my odysee/
    it's vagrant apostle speech/ displayed in my prophecies/
    Deepcave is the squad and we/ go psycho sick/
    swoop stick/ gain power from my Phaistos Disc/
    move quick/ slay cowards with the nitro spit/
    who's this/ Dwight Howard with the tight closed grip/
    yeah this is how you ride a beat/ change it up on the fly indeed/
    come ride with me/ the dire breed/ fatal functional hierarchy/
    your flow stinks like spoiled bait in some cans/
    it's Royal-T, to MC's it's royal pain in the ass/
    we for the ages like an oil painting we last/
    you toys can't play with the band/ we foil acres of plans/
    recoil fakes on our land/ I'm straight up telling the truth/
    you can't stop greatness, you ain't the Wellington Duke/
    they'll tear you fellas in two/ that's what my delegates do/
    send you to hell from your stoop/ with your irrelevant crew/ who?

    Jamm Hammer, bad manners take it back/
    Jamm Hammer, mad hatters on the track/
    smash rappers mushy and they remain soft/
    get with it, Jamm Hammer fucking hammer your face off/

    aiyo we run with our shit/
    we're not constructing pop hits/
    so mutherfuck your soft shit/
    you can suck a cock bitch/

    I jam like cheech/ and pack grams to chief/
    rugged northwest bruin like Milan Lucic/
    champ and beast/ like a Salavador Sanchez feat/
    can't be beat/ mental toughness when the hands deplete/
    crashing teeth/ even when my knuckles smash and bleed/
    actually/ transform into a savage beast/
    it ain't Travis anymore, now it's Travesty/
    past the peak/ certified grandmaster steeze/

    Aiyo we Jupiter strutting/ busting snot rockets down/
    on a stupid whore frontin/ in your cockblocking town/
    we like troubadors/ rushing in your spot locking down/
    like a luchador/ crunch and twist your arm popping out/
    spit a jaw dropping sound/ to repel the lame herbs/
    you will not reach our level taking elevators/
    your flows been done, who gives a shit if you got hella paper/
    guinea piggin/ idiots who cannot smell a faker/

    we take it back to when, MC's did'nt sing in their hooks and/
    plenty were steady bringing the goods and/
    DJ's rocked Vinyls in doubles/ the finest of cuts though/
    and always on time with their juggles/ that's us yo/
    this is raw shit/
    ripping bong hits/
    drinking liquor, hard shit/
    flip the script, it's toxic/
    your shit raps do not stay on pace/
    yo you're way off base/ like a laid off ace/
    even homies won't watch like they paid off jakes/
    we in it for the long haul like a sleigh dog race/
    we like playoff greats/ when we storm the frontlines/
    with our game on face/ we perform at crunch time/
    when you corny fucks rhyme/ it's like Forrest Gump time/
    get ripped with wit, these ain't normal punchlines/
    this is how you master styles/ we paid our dues, we permanent/
    I practice while/ you actors try/ to play your role as journeymen/
    this is how you rock it though/ clobber foes/ with the flawless flow/
    unstoppable/ make you hobble home/ to your god alone/
    this is how you walk through fire/ orbit planets and plot aspire/
    yo call me sire/ Royal-T your highness, the divinest rhymer/
    this is how you stab a snare/ and shoot a kick/ it's rapid clear/
    a graphic sample tear/ bludgeon basslines, leaving massive smears/
    this is how you ride a beat/ change it up on the fly indeed/
    come ride with me/ the dire breed/ fatal functional hierarchy/
    this is you mastercraft, strangle the beat and murder it/
    mash it merciless/ smash you cats, ramble then beat your sturnums in/


    7:24 PM

  • FREE DOWNLOAD OF MY NEWEST ALBUM- My group Nanabijou- The Sleeping Giant

    Deepcave Records has just released it's 8th album of 2010!
    Nanabijou- The Sleeping Giant
    Available as of December 31st, 2010!
    Go download your copy 100% free at

    http://deepcaverecords.wordpress.com 

    and be sure to download all the other free albums/ goodies on that site courtesy
    of Deepcave.
    Nanabijou is a group consisting of Deepcave Records artists Royal-T, Lev and
    Nevamind. They came up in Thunder Bay's hip hop scene in the same crew and
    made a couple albums together before Royal-T and Lev headed west to Winnipeg
    in 2004. Since then, Nevamind, who is one of Thunder Bay's first hip hop
    acts(active since the mid 90's), remained in Thunder Bay where he has taken a
    whole scene under his wing providing studio time, production and mentoring to
    the vast majority of MC's, producers and DJ's in T-Bay. Since their departure
    from Thunder Bay in 2004, Royal-T and Lev have toured, opened for many of hip
    hop's most legendary artists and released many albums to critical acclaim as
    part of groups and as solo artists.
    Nanabijou is an aboriginal term meaning Sleeping Giant that is used to
    describe a mountain in Lake Superior off the coast of Thunder Bay, Ontario.
    The mountain in the water resembles a giant sleeping and it's the subject of
    a lot of great aborignal folklore. It's Thunder Bay's most famous attraction
    and it's in plain view to a majority of the city's residents on a daily
    basis.Legend has it that Nanabijou aka the Sleeping Giant will awaken and
    take control of his territory on the coast of Lake Superior..... the time has
    come to wake the giant.
     
    In 2009, Royal-T and Lev returned to Thunder Bay for a few months and hooked
    up with former partner in rhyme Nevamind to write and record the Nanabijou
    album. On each track the rhymes are handled by all three group members with
    guest features from a handful of local Thunder Bay rappers as well as several
    Deepcave labelmates from Winnipeg. The sample heavy beats on "The Sleeping
    Giant" album are all done by Nevamind. They range from upbeat jams to dark
    and hard hitting bangers, a few of which are simple remixed excerpts from
    some of their favorite artists' beats that the trio were accustomed to
    flowing over for hours during late night marathon'esque freestyle cyphers at
    Nevamind's studio.
     
    Go download your copy 100% free at
    http://deepcaverecords.wordpress.com

    and be sure to download all the other free albums/ goodies on that site courtesy
    of Deepcave.
    2:57 AM

  • the long awaited NWO album is officially out!! get yours today!!

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    From 2006-2008,  members of Winnipeg rap crews Deepcave and the Dead Indians joined forces to bang out the NWO album. The group consists of Big Bear, P-Nut, Royal-T, Lev, Kenny G, Kenny Wu, Kenny Bang’em, and 40oz. The crew did numerous shows throughout the prairies and became a staple on the prarie rap scene.

    This album has been long awaited since it’s completion in 2008. The NWO album was supposed to be out 2 years ago but due to complications it was pushed back to the point where we weren’t sure if we were going to release it anymore. One quick listen through all the tracks squashed that idea and made us realize that this is one of the best albums any of us has been a part of; so we decided to put out after all.

    The NWO LP was officially released on October 3rd, 2010. It is available on Itunes, Napster and all other major online retailers.

    The album combines grimey rap, executed with skilled flows and rhyme patterns, over some of the hardest beats to come out in years. The LP is bound to be a Canadian classic, bringing to the table something that’s seriously lacked in Canadian rap for a long time….Balls.

     The bulk of the production is handled by the NWO’s own P-Nut, although the album also has a couple of gems compliments of DJ Kutdown and Tron. Featured MC’s include Yy (Peanuts and Corn records), Jon C (Heatbag Records) and Webster Death (Deepcave Records).

    To preview the NWO LP we have decided to give you 3 free tracks off of the album. Download them by clicking the links below and if you like what you hear be sure to buy the album off of Itunes!!

    12:51 AM

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