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Artist: Ghetto Gangster XX Album: Dirty South Rap Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: [verse 1] For years I have lingered, In a world of steel and stone. How often have I wondered "Must I always be alone?" [verse 2] Deprived of touch and love, my heart grows hard and cold. What have I become, "A monster," I am told. [CHORUS] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Your touch could set me free, And wipe away my pain. [guitar solo] [verse 3] Behind these bars of iron, trapped within this cage, my lonely heart needs love to heal this bitter rage. [verse 4] Will you dare to touch me? Or will you shrink in fear? Will you show the love to wipe away my tear? [guitar solo] [CHORUS] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Your touch could set me free, And wipe away my pain. [verse 4 reprise] Will you dare to touch me? Or will you shrink in fear? Will you show the love to wipe away my tear? [CHORUS] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Your touch could set me free, And wipe away my pain. [verse 3 reprise] Behind these bars of iron, trapped within this cage, my lonely heart needs love to heal this bitter rage. [verse 4 reprise] Will you dare to touch me? Or will you shrink in fear? Will you show the love to wipe away my tear? [CHORUS] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Your touch could set me free, And wipe away my pain. [acapella] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Genre: rap Style Prompt: West Coast rap, trap beat, 808 bass, male vocals Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])

Artist: Ghetto Gangster XX Album: Dirty South Rap Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: [Verse 1] They lock ‘em in cages, strip ‘em of breath, System play God, dealin’ out death, Cold steel bars, where the hope don’t shine, Flawed ass trials, takin’ lives on a dime, Innocent souls caught up in the trap, Judges throw gavels, no way to clap back, From the block to the cell, it’s a rigged-up game, Death row’s a stain, yo, it’s all the same. [Chorus] No gavel, no grave, let the truth unfold, Life ain’t a debt that the state gotta hold, When the system’s crooked, who payin’ the toll? Screamin’ for justice, let the people stay whole, No gavel, no grave, we fightin’ this time! [Verse 2] They point at the block, say we born to lose, Pin us for crimes, tie the knot like a noose, Young kings caged, dreams left in the dirt, Every name on the row, feel the pain, feel the hurt, Evidence shaky, but the verdict’s still death, Families out here holdin’ on to their breath, Politicians play chess with the lives of the poor, While the rich walk free, kickin’ down every door. [Chorus] No gavel, no grave, let the truth unfold, Life ain’t a debt that the state gotta hold, When the system’s crooked, who payin’ the toll? Screamin’ for justice, let the people stay whole, No gavel, no grave, we fightin’ this time! [Verse 3] Walk in the courtroom, feel the ice in the air, Scales ain’t balanced, yo, the system don’t care, One wrong call, and your life get erased, No second chance when the reaper’s in place, They talk “justice served,” but it’s blood on the blade, Graveyards full, while the state gettin’ paid, From the hood to the pen, we demandin’ a change, Break the cycle now, let the truth rearrange. [Bridge] Every soul got a spark, let it burn, let it live, Ain’t no price on a life that the state can’t give, We march for the lost, for the names in the dark, No more executions, yo, we carry the spark, From the streets to the steps, hear the voices collide, No gavel, no grave, keep the hope alive. [Verse 4] They label us felons, but we human, we bleed, Every death they approve plant a poisonous seed, Cops, DAs, movin’ fast with the lies, While the preacher pray hard for the one who gon’ die, This ain’t retribution, it’s a cycle of pain, Killin’ don’t fix what the system done stained, We rise for the fallen, let the truth hit the block, No more state murders, yo, it’s time that it stop. [Chorus] No gavel, no grave, let the truth unfold, Life ain’t a debt that the state gotta hold, When the system’s crooked, who payin’ the toll? Screamin’ for justice, let the people stay whole, No gavel, no grave, we fightin’ this time! [Chorus] No gavel, no grave, let the truth unfold, Life ain’t a debt that the state gotta hold, When the system’s crooked, who payin’ the toll? Screamin’ for justice, let the people stay whole, No gavel, no grave, we fightin’ this time! No gavel, no grave, No gavel, no grave, No gavel, no grave. Genre: rap Style Prompt: Drill 145bpm Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])

Artist: Ghetto Gangster XX Album: Dirty South Rap Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: [verse] Niggas ridin' dirty, rollin with the gat. Bass is really boomin', blunts burnin back to back. Gonna get some cheese, come up with fat stacks. Gonna lay 'em down, put down with the jack. Roll up on the lick, everything lookin good, so you get out the car and you pull up your hood. Freeze motherfuckers! Now everyone get flat! if you try to buck, I'm gonna bust a cap! Sumpin' done went wrong. Your partner's shotgun roars. You turn to flee the scene, and bust through the door. [pre chorus] A gangster? You prankster! You ain't nothin but a wankster. [chorus] You wanna be a gangster, but it ain't down in your soul. You know you're only rappin' when you say that you're G code. You wanna be a gangster, but it ain't down in your soul. You know you're only rappin' when you say that you're G code. [verse] Sittin' in the station with your thoughts running wild. Your stomach starts to knot, and you're throat turns dry. "We know you didn't do it," the police slyly say. "Just tell us who it was, and we'll let you walk away." You can't rat on your dog! You've known him since first grade! You ate his momma's food, and his sister got you laid. But prison life is hard, and life's a long, long time. Your will starts to fade, and you make up your mind. Sorry 'bout this dog! I really had no choice. They were gonna give me life. Gotta hang with my boys. [pre chorus] Snitches are bitches, that wind up in the ditches. [chorus] You wanna be a gangster, but it ain't down in your soul. You know you're only rappin' when you say that you're G code. You wanna be a gangster, but it ain't down in your soul. You know you're only rappin' when you say that you're G code. [verse] Hanging in the streets with the fellas again. Throwing 'round money, trying to cover your sins. Your homeboy gets knocked off, and he rolls on you. You don't even know you've got the police in pursuit. "Freeze motherfucker, or I'll bust a cap! I'll make your mammy cry, and your homeboy bugle taps." [whispering] suddenly it's dark, everything goes quiet. [loudly] You didn't even feel it when the police took your life. [pre chorus] Click, Click, Karma is a bitch. [chorus] You wanna be a gangster, but it ain't down in your soul. You know you're only rappin' when you say that you're G code. You wanna be a gangster, but it ain't down in your soul. You know you're only rappin' when you say that you're G code. [half time, no music] you wanna be a gangster but it ain't down in your soul. Genre: rap Style Prompt: Down South gangster rap, male vocals, 808 bass Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])

Artist: Freaky Freddy Album: Dirty South Rap Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: Dirty South Rap, male and female vocals, 808 bass Genre: rap Style Prompt: Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])