The FreakStylaz Anthem Vol.5

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ A NTHEM V 5.0
March 9, 2005

...and it just keeps on

| PARADiGM the Unrivaled |

Grab a mic and hold it ova ya heart,

as we conduct the FreakStylaz oath to the art...

of Hip Hop

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...introducing PARADiGM the Unrivaled
(2nd year FS veteran)

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this is an oath,

a stipulation to be written in prose

that i swear to follow even down the most twisted of roads

as an inscription to those, vivid, gifted young souls

of the past, that were committed to upliftin the whole

culture of Hip Hop and the image it holds

and if i recall, it was in their visions and goals

to preserve the art of this, for it was the sole

reason for our whole bein', but now the business controls

all aspects, from the track list on the albums artists are releasin

to the album art on their releases

it's one big puzzle that's perplex and it's

hard to connect when its creator is an A&R guardin all the pieces

so i swear, with the most solemn intent

to preserve this art and pursue wisdom like King Solomon did

if i surface you can acknowledge the kid

but i promise im only expandin on evolved knowledge of men

that preceded my presence in the game

the pioneers of Hip Hop whose artistry was the essence of their fame

along with the artists of the present

whose methods are the same,

and in turn their independent of the shame

cast upon those who willfully sold out

its killin me, all these raw talents whose skills'll be thrown out

and it's all just for a fast check,

but i swear on my mic ill be prepared for the fight til my last breath

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...introducing Noble
(5th year FS veteran)

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I feel an Oakland breeze approaching the coast of east,/

so whats it supposed to mean, it seems this moment be,/

when noble speaks of his ongoing oath to Freaks/

focusing when the times right for the lime light,/

it starts in march on the ninth night/

we did our time right, five years long standin,/

If this shit aint sick you got the wrong anthem,/

our shit is raw dammit, n� you can learn a lesson or 2,/

from this professional jaw mechanic, our flawless plan is,/

to twist words into fame like hurricanes thru wichita kansas,/

wit wicked thought planning, it�s FS�don�t test the greats,/

the set I rep like sets of weight,/

my chest respirates, as I breathe Freaks wit each an every breath,/

wit every step, been holdin down the fort while you fools is amateur,/

spittin pulp fiction�bull shittin, allow me to retort like Jules� character,/

presume I made clear of tha, oath I swore on the mic when I bus moves,/

my quest is to go through lines sorta like Bettis the Bus moves,/

you can bet its what I want and must do,/

stick wit Tekk and tha crew, wit a relationship like metal and rust do,/

with all intents and purpose, FS in a sense is what you call perfect,/

I been reppin since Tekk birthed it, n� I�ll tell you in third person,/

Noble said it�s all worth it,/

.::| Hook |::.
Tekk � Casino T

The flows are too sharp, don't try to act like we ain't told you this part,

you know we go hard, it just goes to show these soldiers is smart...now
PARADiGM the Unrivaled

Grab a mic and hold it ova ya heart,

as we conduct the FreakStylaz oath to the art...

of Hip Hop

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...introducing Wisdom
(2nd year FS veteran)

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i dont dj.... but i'll grab a mic n juss talk

i can write n up rock, im white but fuck rock----

its hip hop in my veins, hip hop on my brain,

n that dont mean sellin rock or the cane or rockin a chain,

hatin every cop or poppin them thangs,

so rhymes are my drug, dont think i am a thug

i just got more heat than the sun shinin above,

-not tryna earn dough with blow in ziplocks-

-im concerned though, with this oath of hiphop-

so i sign it in blood...! damn son,

rappin since thirteen but i aint a kid now,

reversed the world on last years anthem,

now i need to straighten things out...

my life- i need to change it but how?

there's so much shit i'm bothered by

in the last year, three of my friends' fathers died

my other friend- i got to watch her die.... slowly,

only, to find out she OD'd.. now i won't see, her ever again,

so dont think you know me, just cos youve read what i said..

n this isnt pointless, the point is,

death is dark, but im aware of the light

beware of the trife, n im prepared for the fight,

thats why i already gave FS a year of my life

cos the pain is just too much if i cant share it n write...

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...introducing Retro
(3rd year FS veteran)

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(Baliff in the background)

Do You swear to tell the whole truth

And nothing but the truth so help you god?

Nah nigga fuck that, I got an oath of pain

To leave ya Louie the 14th lyrically slain

Pull a kobe nigga, show me you can drive the lane

You can't? Nigga fuck that you lost the game

I'm dedicated to evelating the rap game

End this era like steriods Cancsco what's his name?

Y'all niggas got the shit tiwsted like John McBane

Embarassing hip hop just stop, like lil boy panty raids

I ain't ya maid why must I clean ya mess

At ya best fall to the rest bitch nigga wears a dress

Press writing dick riding Source ass niggas

I'm Re-dedicated to hip hop before y'all make it Pop

So now freaks spoke these alledged kings

No Ice, playing nice G Rated lord of the rings

Real rappers stay grounded like a redwood tree

We never let rap die like the late Johnny C.

That nigga ya see on the streets is just like me

And when ya think of the hip hop game

Think of the Freakstylaz name

This is my oath of pain...

.::| Hook |::.
trigga Trav*

The Anthem '05, I got this one mastered, this is fun, practice

cuz it's my third appearance, and half u rappers aint got one classic
Tekk � Casino T

These be drastic rhymes, you can get dat ass resigned cuz ya past ya prime,

and let the newest Freak show y'all it's "Ass-Kick" time.

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...introducing Lil Flex
(1st year FS rookie)

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Rap, the one thing that made me able to express myself...

Elevated to the point where people will accept my help...

Unlike in most things, where i just get turned away...

Like in school, cause it aint possible to earn the grade...

Walking the tightrope, and for that you need actual balance...

So from then on I just stuck with my natural talents...

Ever since, been holdin down my name with the skill...

That's got your back to me right when I'm aimin to kill...

Then claimin ya will, so no more future generations can breath...

With a nation to please... There aint no way you'd succeed...

While i can go half-ass and still blast-past the competition...

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...introducing trigga Trav*
(3rd year FS veteran)

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for the anthem '05, I give to ya'll, the hottest shit that anybody'll hear

not just a promise from me, but honest.a.ly...I solemly swear

to grow wit my raps...and not just say it, but show it wit facts

and to grasp a masterful hold of these quotable tracks

when it comes to these rhymes, I'm the guy that u frauds live ya lies thru

even my heart beats to an instrumental that you ca' spit ya rhymes to

my promise to the game is to peddle my bars thru, to every ghetto and barstool

and be one of the few entertainers not havin to settle a lawsuit

also...to the haters, I'ma make sure I'm worth ya hate

plus make this phat (fat) shit worth the wait (weight)...y loathe the great

.aka. nonpareil, wit rhymes so swell that only time can tell

if my mind shall fail...that this gift will always remain in my spirit

for the remaining to hear it and remember that, while I may seem tame in appearance

I'm surely no stranger to danger, so fear it...better yet, overstand me for a sec

how I made it out the streets to walk this path that'll lead to the grammy I'll accept

I'll always choose my FS family over rep...and won't hesitate to steam u cowards

cuz u dudes aint met a Freak like me, unless of course u met Adina Howard

I solemnly swear...shit'll never go back to the way it used to be

get, used to me, cuz, truthfully, I'm the best...I'm what u should be........

.::| Hook |::.
Primal the liquid linguist|-|Freaks$ Guru

its cool to live for the cake

live as you may

but wit rap

i'm never apt to be livin it fake
trigga Trav*

the anthem '05, I got this one mastered, this is fun, practice

cuz it's my third appearance, and half u rappers aint got one classic

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...introducing Primal the liquid linguist|-|Freaks$ Guru
(2nd year FS veteran)

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...my turn...

attentively standin, hand over heart dog, your nigga is ramblin

spittin thru famine, plannin to spark minds, wit visions i'm handed

thru minds eye...i cry rivers always livin in anguish

they scriptures is tainted, emcees are faintin, when P deliver the language in laymans'

terms..concerned wit the future of spit craft

my troops gonna get cash, cuz they putrid, none kiss ass

unscripted dictions, punches twisted, to hit masks

of fake rappers, who'll taste clappers, who changed up to get cash

shit black, i been perversed wit the verses, spoke it in curses and worse

glamourized the work, of niggas choked till the hearses would merk

but my works..been from the heart, bout death and run ins wit narcs

black people, those crack people, plus my run ins wit sharks

smarts..been in tuned wit the music, some grooves done was foolish

but all the true to the spirit of cultural hip hop music turned pop rude shit

and i'm rude sick..ill..the oath..pledge my lyrics to keepin it real

deep and you'll feel every line, never need to talk about creepin wit steel

just reapin the mills and the blessin of flowin it perfect

hip hop's my nubian queen, orgasmic confession are flowin deservin

ima make ha cum wit every stroke uh my tongue hittin ha nerves and

have government nerve agents tryin to calm me, like Pac i'm determined

naw you pranksta niggas aint knockin me bitch

i own the game wit real scripts, on my apostrophe shit

major league, cy young makin em bleed, they clockin my pitch

cuz i'm keepin it like the roots, real instruments till i'm cocked in a six

i'm plottin kids, it's Prime on the release

so into this rap, in the strrets, i write rhymes on receipts

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...introducing Tekk � Casino T
(5th year FS veteran)

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...yeah, and this just practice dawg,

I'm FreakStylaz' front man, starting line-up, y'all niggaz barely make the practice squad.

** LET'S GO!!! TEKK!!! WHADDUP!!! ***

They call me Casino and I'm bout it dude,

psychotic dude, blow chronic too, Rally's on dat '68 Chevelle it's Hypnotiq blue.

Almost out of school, FS University, working on dat Master's,

while y'all freshmen reaching for that unobtainable Bachelor's.

Yeah we taking it back and this is just practice dawg,

when I drop drastic bars, don't ask the gawd how I rap this raw...it's effortless.

In hop hop I'm like the exorcist,

get on stage get heads ringing and necks'll twist (yeah, Tekk's the shit).

And all I'm asking is for y'all to shout this shit, ------------>(FreakStylaz!!!)

like Jada yelling letting you know the gawd's about to spit.

So crowd around this shit and believe it with me,

hold your mic hand up, and repeat it with me.....(Here We Go!!!)

I do it for doe, for the people, kids, but mainly the love,

headsets, cars, don't care if it's on your box or played in the club.

A banger or not, I'll hold it down 'til I'm brainless and rot,

famous or not, I promise to maintain so the game doesn't stop.

Til I'm at the bottom of my bottle, 'til I guzzle a fifth,

un-signed or signed, we wanna tell our stories and the same struggles exist.

But we puzzle our kids with improper guidance,

teach 'em what real hip hop is with words, and not with silence.

Stop the violence, cuz it's unfair for kids not to know who Onyx is,

Wu-Tang, Ice Cube, Mos Def, or Nastradamus is.

The Fugees, The Luniz, Slick Rick or A Tribe Called Quest,

Cypress Hill, these guys are real, for the sake of rap, please try y'all best.

To educate, cuz some kids don't remember the days of Cool J,

Snoop-Dre, Too $hort, Run DMC...maybe dat's too far you dudes mayne.

Geto Boys, Rakim, Public Enemy, and Digital Underground,

De La Soul, Kool G., Daddy Kane, and we wonder how.

We'll ever make it, it may get worse but it will get better,

just keep spitting pimpin, cuz Freaks 'gon keep it REAL forever....

.::| Hook |::.
PARADiGM the Unrivaled

Grab a mic and hold it ova ya heart,

as we conduct the FreakStylaz oath to the art...

of Hip Hop
Tekk � Casino T

This shit stop? NO, you know we go hard, now grab dat mic and hold it ova ya heart,

as we conclude the FreakStylaz oath to the art...

of Hip Hop

...to those before us, and those after us - Thank You!

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