Sneaky Sneak

Lazër: We are controlling transmission Don't even change the station, I'm goin' Jason Statham Creatin' mayhem, crank the bass until it cave your face in Theze haterz? H erase 'em, 'cauze I waz made to spray them You thought my name waz Satan how my flamez incinerate 'em It'z straight evisceration when I'm takin' aim and blazin' Lamer imitationz get a taste of my amazin' phrasin' Makin' bangerz like a gang initiation Paper-chasin', lay them beatz and then I lace 'em tight az strangulation Invasion of the body catcher, shottie blast ya The Veloci-rapper chop 'em up and toss 'em in a garbage can or Smash 'em with a steamroller King Cobra striking anything close enough to me, yo You're cream soda-type sweet Tryin' to meet my skeet quota, got a mean boner Have a sleepover, baby let Sneaky Sneak show ya That big foot-long brat, you could call it “Sasquatch” Stick it in down low, Zach Randolph I'm 'bout az high az your dad'z sockz Hella tight with a mic/Mike like Adrock This some good dick, trick what your man gotz? Mama, I'ma get you off like Matlock 'cauze Hammel go hard, never rap soft You ain't sick homey, that'z just a bad cough I'm what you call a “have”, and you'z a “have-not” I'm gettin' paper just to sit around and whack off Throwin' dough up in the sky... that'z hand-tossed So much ice, 'bout to start takin' slapshotz Cold lampin' with your chick, J-J-Jack Frost And don't trip, boy I'll rip your fuckin' nadz off Release the raptor and Sneak'll slash ya in half, watch Az I eat cadaverz of sheepish rapperz like lambchopz You dealin' with a real mac[k], fuck your laptop Puttin' out that fake shit, y'all some spambotz You seen the rockz my camp floss They make your face go white like Gandalf And shit yourself, g'on player, check your pantz Drop jewelz, all haterz get the ballz... hand-off In the rag-top, I got my strap cocked Sneak heavy in this game, no he can't stop S-steady stack gwap, just bought a phat yacht I got that hustler in my veinz, every last drop Gettin' mad propz, don't want no smack talkz Y'all could save that pussy shit for the cat box Or get your ass popped, I'm on my Black Opz I move unitz muhhfucka, every track'z hot You think it'z rap? Nah kid, this some crack rock You need a fix, come see me at the stash spot Open up the padlock, Crowbot scan blockz for the damned copz They want my cash cropz But they don't know about the mascot With that Lazër eye, he blast lotz The world'z most danger MC, Ken Shamrock with the pen G' damn, this jam knockz Peace!

Recorded live on The Ticket radio, 03/11/17: Yo... Iz this mic on? 'cauze Sneak 'bout to rap like a python, grab your Nikon Get a pic that'll last when I'm gone A portrait of a muzik icon Had a lifelong dream to write songz Since I burst out from inside of my mom With a loaded sidearm C-4 flow finna blow, I'm a human time-bomb This Hammel, your pen pal Been a lil' while since I whipped my stick out I ain't mean to say “stick” there, it slipped out Got too throwed and my trouzerz slid down This sound iz sick, how you twitz doubt this? I flip styles... then I stick the dismount Weak rapperz get clowned Bring that beat back up, I need a snare and kick now This a danger banger Crow take aim with hiz lazër and waste a hater I got him trained to spray ya Straight erase your headspace, make your face a crater My deranged behavior I take the razor out, trust me, it ain't to shave ya I gotz nowhere to place the anger So I'm droppin' science like I changed my major Yo, yo... Hey yo, I'm so ferocious I leave foes with broken nosez Or comatose, it'z the most atrocious Never shown emotionz, I'm known for dopeness 'cauze I smoke till I overdosez Your eardrum undergo hypnosis With this flow I control the oceanz And nope, still ain't got no diplomaz 'cauze nobody done schooled me yet Son, I gives a F what crew you rep And you could lose the vest My Uzi head-shot introduce you to death You'd be a fool to step if you knew all the toolz I kept 22'z and Tec'z, so who'z next? I sprayed a few projectiles, then I threw the “X” You couldn't be more bitch if you grew some breastz In my Luger Lex, a superstar Rapperz in their lil' stupid carz Think you dope? I'ma prove you aren't With two barz, blow you dudes apart Do my Hammer dance, 'cauze none can touch me Except chickz I pickz to hump me Teach you how to Sneak, man, forget the Dougie I comes with flavor like Chuck D Bass for your face, I came for the papes Get the plastique, break in the safe I'm coiled up like a dangerous snake And one false move, I'ma lay you to waste Don't be a hero, stay in your place Just look down like you're sayin' your grace This kid made a mistake and so I gave him a taste Hiz mainframe got the data erased

Hammel and Briso ambush BaD Radio (Cirque du Sirois) with new muzik and more, 12/22/2016

Würzburg... Iz where hiz birth occurred Where Dirk emerged straight out the blue Like Smurf turdz Dirty like curse wordz All day with the fall-away Call game, iz y'all insane? You just ball, he Hall of Fame Tick-tock, check the clock, mayne Go 'head and just pick your spot, mayne Go 'n' get all up in hiz jock, mayne D still gon' hit the shot, mayne! When dude'z free, you gotz to pass it Assuming you wantz a basket The fool be straight automatic So who thinkz they could stop the Maverickz? Mavz fanz all over earth Holla back if y'all roll with Dirk Dish the rock, let him go to work Get him hot, he'll go berserk That tall baller, gettin' buzy Blonde bomber, who iz he? Big D, if you with me, then scream "Dirk Nowitzki!" Now in case y'all forgot the song This ain't no false alarm Big D still got that awesome blonde He droppin' bombz Some people fronted when he first crossed the pond But y'all waz wrong, we seen it all along 7 feet with a shot? Come on! Now peep game, here'z a fun fact: I can think of only one cat Who come overseaz and won that MVP With skillz you scrubz lack Shot sharp az thumbtackz Grabbed hiz nutsack and sparked a comeback Look up at the rafterz, you see the banner? Nowitzki hung that! Mavz fanz all over earth Holla back if y'all roll with Dirk Pick and pop, let him go to work Get him hot, he'll go berzerk That tall baller, gettin' buzy Blonde bomber, who iz he? Big D, if you with me, then scream "Dirk Nowitzki!" Here-here-here-here'z Nowitzki! Here'z Nowitzki! Here-here-he-he'z heating... Here-here-here-here'z Dirk! D-D-D-Dirk! He-he-he-he-he-he-he'z heating up! Baseline J (shake 'em off now) Pull-up trey (break 'em off now) One-leg fade (shake 'em off now) All damn day (sing the song now) Great Scott! Dirk'z gettin' way hot That'z why he rock a tank top He get paid to pop bank shotz And raindropz, you cain't stop him... 'fraid not OMG! Nowitzki Scoring tonz, with more to come Before he'z done The Deustchman who waz born to gun Swish 41 Hey yo Rick, put away the clipboard Iso Dirk, he 'bout to rip cordz When 41'z in the gym, you get torn up In short, go keep your bench warm Spin toward the rim, score in your face (cash) He took less to win more Anywhere on this court, the kid'z a lit torch You see the fingertipz scorch? Go ask hiz mentor, Holger helped with hiz form But the game waz inborn Make you wanna switch sportz D'z too tall for threez and too quick for big fourz That German import make it rain indoorz And when it rainz, it pourz We got a shooter loose in the building Check the sixth floor, you foolz have been warned! Mavz fanz all over earth Holla back if y'all roll with Dirk Dish the rock, let him go to work Get him hot, he go berzerk That tall baller, gettin' buzy Blonde bomber, who iz he? Big D, if you with me, then scream "Dirk Nowitzki!" Oh my god! Ohhhhh! Shut it down! Let'z go home! Woooo! It'z a wrap, Dirk! Man, that iz a [w]rap!

Many secret iz reveal in this lost radio interview, plus a early performance of "¡Fun/Yes!"

From the forthcoming Uzi Muzik mixtape. Lyricz: Uh... Uh... It'z Heinrich, but you can call me “the master” Style so sick yo, they thought it waz cancer Razorblade flow, I'm sharp az a dagger And Lazër made dough so I got me some swagger I'm tooled up, now stop with the chatter Or get your brainz blowed out, I'm cockin' the hammer You run your mouth, you'z a walking cadaver It'z 'bout time your old man taught you some mannerz Yo... get the chalk for theze bastardz If you're soft I'ma catch ya slippin'… like I tossed a banana You seen Hammel at the top of the ladder Hell, I know you pissed, so I brought you some Pamperz You'z a goner, I have to probably chop you in half I love slaughtering anonymous rapperz Bang out till I'm locked in the slammer Only place I'm gettin' served'z at a Taco Cabana, hey Think about what the fuck I'm sayin' to you idiotz! Dayum! The blonde bomber iz back, about to launch an attack The Robotnik of rap, a sonic assassin I'll body a cat at the drop of a hat It'z like guardin' Durant or boxin' Evander My abdominal jab make you fall to the mat That right hook wipe you off of the map, uh You'll think twice 'fore you talkin' some smack the next time Muhhfucka, I can promise you that, look Come here and polish my nadz, the economy'z bad You need a job, it'z the obvious answer 'cauze you are not gonna last for too long in this game I'm too strong, I'll demolish your ass, huh? You ask the hospital staff to help you swallow your mashed potatoez From your jaw that I fractured Occupational hazard, phenomenal grammar I'm settin' an impossible standard Y'all cannot fuck with my vocab, bitch What?! Fuckboy MC'z, y'all a dizaster Y'all'z what they make them colostomy bagz for So full of shit, 'bout to cauze me to slap ya For thinkin' you'll could match my astonishing stature This how it feelz to get stalked by a raptor The game'z so lame, make me wanna get plastered Throwed off my ass, grab a bottle of Jack or Some vodka and swan-dive off of the rafterz I'm goin' deep, hotter than magma Flowin' underground since 'Pac waz a dancer Since Cool J done walked with a panther I been had funk like your sockz in the hamper, uh You want war? I'm a army commander Run down your whole damned squad in a Panzer Gang-bang a few hoez, rock a bandana Adios putoz, hasta mañana Hey yo, throw some effectz on me I'ma sing on theze foolz I iz Hammel Heinrich Boy I done told yo' ass once, suck my white dick Don't try to bite my shit Homey, you know I goes hard, like a nightstick They call me Sneaky Sneak, Sneaky Sneak But I iz Hammel Heinrich Yo, it'z over for y'all Put the mic down, step away from the booth Uzi Muzik, bitch Get used to it Takin' y'all beatz, and I make 'em better Holla

Cirque do Sirois interviewz Hammel Heinrich a.k.a. Sneaky Sneak on The Ticket about the song "Murk the Game", the new "Uzi Muzik" mixtape and various other Lazër ventures.

Lyricz: There'z been another homicide Another MC gone and died And hiz mama cried When they found him in a ditch with hiz body hog-tied The assailant teared hiz voice box out and hiz face waz ripped off But the dental recordz and autopsy ID'ed the victim az Rick Ross A witness on the scene seen a tall blonde flee in a limouzine This iz now a pattern That makez three dead rapperz now countin' the last onez They found Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka last week in a trash heap With both their neckz broke in half And their headz jammed up in each other'z asscheekz It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Yo... You heared about MF Doom? They had to have him exhumed to see what happened Seemz he waz just nappin' in hiz living room When somebody breaked in the house and removed hiz mouth This monster'z out there doin' this right now! Who'll be the next guy found lyin' face-down on the ground Dyin' from live roundz with hiz tongue sliced out? Tyler, The Creator probably Oddly hiz future'll find him bodied Watch A$AP Mob and J. Cole Az they roll out on a gurney Word B, I murk theze rapperz Make Young Money run from me ... That'z a gun, dummy Shit on Nicki, piss on Drizzy, that bitch iz history Rap Nowitzki, blitzkrieg a 2 Chainz And nah, I ain't forgetted you, Wayne Chop off that thing you claim'z a head With a blade that I ganked from Wu-Tang When I slain the RZA Sneaky iz the grim reaper, get some reefer Leave it on a land mine for Wiz Khalifa And laugh while I give the finger It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Yo... Backpackin' rapperz to superstarz I don't care who you are You're dead man, I shut Def Jux the fuck down And next up iz Def Jam Jeezy? He'd be too eazy A couple ki'z, he'd agree to meet me In a dark alley... Sneaky up on the roof with the scope, he go POOF! Young Hova getting' runned over Salute me, you'z done soldier Roc boyz, y'all done gone the wrong way Should've let me write your songz, 'Ye But I ain't Rhymefest, I'm just Gettin' somethin' off my chest, you guyz test my patience Goodness gracious, I haz to laugh I still ain't done Aftermath Tell Kendrick I'll split hiz wig with a single order: Drop the mortar and bombz away! This iz not your day I got Dr. Dre in chronic pain Where'z Eminem? Send him in Hammel gon' finish him Spine-rip, Mortal Kombat type-shit Courtesy of Heinrich It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Uh... uh... In hip-hop it'z no rulez Sneaky take it old school and murder thoze foolz KRS, all them D'z Kool Moe, Chuck, Mike, even Schoolly Rev. Run, I shoot him DMC and Rick Rubin 'cauze he produced them Even Eric B. Man, I don't care if he made the beat, beware of me No Sneak, not him! You don't want a problem with Rakim! It'z no prob, I spray the god A walk-by on my way to Todd Spot L comin' out Chanel, cock the 12-gauge And rock hiz bellz, I pop them shellz A basket case, no rapper'z safe Iz that Masta Ace? I waz born to roll on theze bastardz Slash your face and trash your place Searchin' for Marley'z address Gotz to wet the whole Juice Crew, him and Shan next Hmmm, G Rap still spittin' okay But I can't skip him, no way! Then Biz and Kane get slain, I'm insane Cypress taught me this, mayne But fuck Muggz and B Real You putoz ain't been dope since I rode a Big Wheel You get killed, hit Quik tonight too Had to uze my AK on Ice Cube Got Hav' and P straight shook, do not sleep I teach you how to really Mobb Deep Az in “six feet”, you fuckin' pipsqueakz I turn MCz to mincemeat Slam Onyx... (Slam!) Leave their ass catatonic, I act demonic Attackin' at random, pauze it The game done got full of shit, this a rap colonic And all theze catz gettin' jacked like anabolicz I had to drop this catastrophic track to splatter rapperz ... Jackson Pollock