Intelligence and Violence

2 - Intelligence and Violence

You have dug your own grave if you say you wanna battle
Don't you know your in trouble up the creek with out a paddle
Cause I keep getting better
I'm tougher than leather
I'm rated number one and I'll rain forever
Some people wear silver and some wear gold
But then I'll snatch it off your neck and diss you cold
It's like a fantasy, it's irony, my rhymes go down in history
Hit my boys proven with the freshest termenology
Know more words then a pocket dictionary
Got more information then your local library
Some girls I'm kissing and others I'm dissing
But you don't know what you been missing
Make a fresh tongue twister
Could give your tongue a blister
If you see it my way then there's a chance you'll diffa
Give a sigh then you cry then you say good bye
Don't even try, don't reply, then you want to die
I make you rhyme though it's time
Committe an innocent crime
It's the truth no excuse a visual rhyme
Dissing you, to battle me you bit off more then you can chew
Tearing up the scene distructor van vew
The way I'll leave you more puzzled then arubics cube
Wanna battle the best your gonna die like the rest
Wait I'll crush your bones and rip up your flesh
You can do what you want but leave the rhyme to the skills
Cause every person that don't listen is a sucker that kills
And when I first started rapping I set some goals
To rock your mind, your body, and of course your soul
Now when it comes to these goals I have now achieved
So for all you none believers it's TIME TO BELIEVE
Take it to the Violent Side
Violent J yo homeboy I'm packing a punch
Knocked out Greg on the mothafucking Brady Bunch
For no parareasial that's my attitude
Fuck off gold dick I don't rap for gratitude
You'll remember my name after I get the shot
Don't laugh now bitch tie your lips in a knot
Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military
Legal freaks hanging like a mothafucking dingle berry
Yo, I like big fat fucked up freaks
I'm waxing that anus and I'm slaping her butt cheeks
Hey yo the J stands for Joe
Violent straight up means that I'm a mothafucking psycho
Reputation like Jason on the southwest side
Shot 47 times boy still ain't died
In the LA roads pumpkin gangsta codes
Selling yayo part time selling stereos
Yeah boy and my tape comes with them
When I stole the radio my tape was already in them
Life style of a muthafucking scalowag
Throw a fist if ya throw me a mag
I'll use it cause ya never know I'm packing a gun
Straight up young one you don't want none son
Fuck those talking shit fucking seem to quit
Talking shit about the tape and don't make them say shit
Young caucasions raising hell on our tape
Impersone Violent J I'll crush your head like a grape
Talk shit about my posse hope you have a ball
When I see you I'ma slam your fucking head in the wall
Intelligence and Violence (repeat)

3 - The Wizard Of Delray

Aww shit homeboy, you should of seen me
Drunk at the party drinking 5th of M.D.
Cold passed out on my homeboy's crib
Curled up on the floor like a muthafucking kid
Dreaming I was drinking some Faygo
In my dorm house, and here comes a tornado
The crib goes up spinning round and round
Then BAM!!, I just landed on the ground
Walked out the house, seen the yellow brick road
Up walks a little pimp with a cane and some gold
Nugget rings, gold teeth and a cup of 8 ball
And only 3 feet tall
He said welcome and greedings to your new land Joe
I said who the fuck are you, "Sky Lolo?"
He said I'm a pimp, a player, a baller, and yo
To get out of here you walk the yellow brick road
By the way homeboy you got a murder rep
Pointed down at the house and my head just sat
I crushed the witch all I saw was a freak
She had a fresh pair of pumps on looking oh so sweet
I grabed the midget by his throat and checked in his gat
Slaped him in the eye and said I'm the mack
Checked on the witches pumps and said I'm on my way
My name ain't Dorathy, yo it's Violent J
If the wizards guards don't let me pass
I'ma stick my size 10 boot in they ass
Walking down yellow brick singing Yo Crime Pays
Came to a part in the road and a half and a gage
In the field I saw a god damn scarecrow
I ain't playing no games tell my ass were to go
He said hold up muthafucka, it ain't about all that
I ain't scary bitch, my names Nate The Mack
I got a mossburg underneath my straw
We can buck 2 pucko he's a god damn jaw
Yo homeboy this place ain't a joint
This crazy ass belongs with me in Detroit
He said Scare Crow Mack, I don't really care
Like big daddy cane, I'll take you there
So we sat down chilling on yellow brick
Talking about all the bitches that sucked our dick
Later down the road I said "God damn!"
I saw a fucking tin man
I said suit cans scrap metal and coral
I'ma crumble your ass like aluminum foil
Unless you take me to the wizard so I can go home G
Damn Tin Man had a gat pointed at me
I'll team with 2 Dope and I'll fuck you up
Figure I'll pull the trigger and your casket shut
I said bring your tin can ass with us
Me and Scare Crow Mack will stick to the bus
A cap in the Wizard's ass
Come to Detroit and make plenty of cash
Comming up to the forest me and my 2 boys
Like in the movie we was singing that noise
Hoods and Hoodlums and Theives, oh my
Hoods and Hoodlums and Theives, oh my
Hoods and Hoodlums and Theives, oh my
I'ma black someone's eye
If I get jumped in the fucking jungle
Cause if someone rushes me, we gonna rumble
Then a fucking lion jumped on Nate The Mack
Tried to eat his ass like he was Nate The Snack
The lion pulled out a gat and said drop your wallets
You wanna spark homeboy, you eating bullets
My name is Lavel Lion, then he started crying
Slip once and all ya muthafuckas are dieing
Chill you god damn buck tooth ass hoe
Don't rob us G rob a liquar store
In Detroit Delray southwest city
Cause know living in these woods are shitty
Come with us, we'll take you to Delray
You can rob muthafuckas every god damn day
Shit, finally we was at the castle
And with there guards we got no hastle
Strap like Al Capone started busting out the holes
Droped them all, like dominos
We found some big doors so we kicked them in
And that's when we seen my Wizard friend
I said take my ass home and he started to laugh
So I shot his pompus show magical ass
Boom boom boom, the muthafucka dropped
Before I stepped to him, make sure my gun was cocked
We found a set of keys laying beside him
They went to his truck and we was low riding
Back to Detroit like MOJO
Fucked his ass up and we forgot about Toto
Bang, woke up drunk as hell
Stumbled over to Rude Boy
Before I started to tell my story
Then I let it pass
Cause I know he'll laugh at my drunk ass

4 - Violent J's The Mack

Yo Baby Violent J's the Mack
Hoe trick bitches I love you all
Cause I drill threw your neden like a god damn chainsaw
I last a while, and when I finally nut
It'll come out your ears and shoot out your belly button
I'll wine you, and dine you, and when we's in the sack
Put my shoulder on your stomach and put my foot on your back
Right leg stuck to the wall with super glue
Then I start strocken like a Chinese Kangaroo
I tie your leg to the muthafucking bed post
Insert my ding-a-ling, and you're howling like a ghost
Violent J's the Mack
Yo Baby Violent J's the Mack
I do back flips, like an acrobat
And then slap you in the face with my nutsack
Cause I work you like a Chinese show gun
Bring your great grandma and that'll be more fun
Cause age, ha, got no standards
I'll show my scrotum sack to inocent bistanderds
I'll tie your legs together, behind your head
Then do you like the Skipper on my water bed
I once fucked a girl with 3 titties
2 Pussies, 6 booties, in the Inner City
Yeah I'll never forget that hoe
Cause I spread her frog legs and fucked her with my big toe
Yo Baby Violent J's the Mack
Violent J's the Mack
I nut in you like a cream filled Twinky
Have you bending more ways then a muthafucking slinky
Neden to me is a joke
Because I work them so hard they start to smoke
Violent J's the Mack
HAHAHA Violent J's the Mack
Cause Violent J's the Mack
Work them like a wolf when he's wolfing out
But you'll get slamed if the hoe ain't putting out
Cause baby if your a trick ass hoe
Tell you what baby doll, come see uncle Joe
Cause I'm the Mack
Violent J's the Mack
Yo foreheads the Mack
Bright Lord's the Mack
O 3's the Mack
Violent J's the Mack
Joe Bruce the Mack
I'm the Mack
I'm the Mack
Quit smoking crack Jack
Cause I'm the Mack
hahahahaha, Trick ass hoe

5 - Gangsta' Codes

It was a Saturday night and I was looking for fun
So going fellas we gonna bash the re-run
Of the posse so I decided to go
With Nate the Mack and his old ass old's
Roaling through the ally's, we never take main roads
Cause we follow Gangsta Codes
Comming up to Marshal, at a light
Some punks behind use kicked on they brights
They ran out there car and wouldn't ya know
Dumb fuckers just smashed out the back window
Yelling some shit about fuck Delray
Jumped back in there car and tried to get away
We lost them off Camble but that's ok
Cause I know where these fuckers stay
And you can bet it sure was bouncing and fun
I'ma chew his ass up like bubble gum
Walked to the front door but it was locked
So I played it cool and I knocked
And they opend the door and looked out
And that's when they caught a beer bottle in the mouth
Lady ran out the back door, probably his mother
They slamed the bitch, with a Louie Ville Slugger
Hit them house harder it makes sence
You fuck with Violent J and it's your village expence
No feelings for others, you gotta be cold
Cause we follow gangsta codes
I was younger, and I met a fine lady
I never give time to a bitch with dimples maybe
I met during a concert at the attitude
She said up on stage, "was that you?"
I said, "yeah how'd ya like my show?"
"Great Violent J can I call ya Joe?"
I said "can we go back to my place I wonder?"
Then I fucked her like a Jungle Semowen Head Hunter
I had it going, my love was flowing
But after 2 months things started slowing
Down I thought she might of been crawling around
So I went to a school on the rich side of town
I hawked a scope through the class room window
Looked in and saw the fucking bimbo
Was holding hands with some rich fool
I'ma KILL his ass but not in school
I'ma call up the boys and when the bell hits 3
I'ma stomp his fucking head on the concreate
They walked out, chit chatterd about the weather
Then I ran up and slamed there fucking heads together
ICP kicks them around like a hackysack
It's for the girl Violent J she gets more then a smack
To make sure she don't fuck around with guys no more
I put her in a figure four
Never say your sorry make your ass see the rules, bitch
I follow gangsta codes
Never forget the first time I had a gun
It was a 22, It's hot under the sun
One day I was at Kid Villian's girlfriend
I said I gotta take a piss she said go right in
Instead of the bathroom I went through another door
And found a 22 in her daddy's drawer
I punched in a course and I was geeked as hell
Along with a few other items I could sell
Kid fucked, fucked it's time to go
But on the way home all's I had to know
If it worked or not, so I took aim at a stray dog
And I blew out it's brains, it was fresh as hell
I couldn't wait to shoot
Some dumb bitch or a prostitute
Delray café can establish business
All of the costumers were about to witness
An armed robery out for the cash flow
Atleast 500 and a bottle of Faygo
Walked in and said, "I'd like a hamburger"
A large fries and your cash in the register
I pulled out the gun that I was proud to have
She was terrified but the guys in the back
Must of knew some day this would happen
Cause they had 2 shot guns and an AK-47
I looked at my gun and the Mexicans weapons
I looked at the door and I started half stepping
Out but it really doesn't matter I suppose
Cause I still follow Gangsta Codes
D-Lyrical to annivers the Gangsta Codes
That's the lonely follow only in roads
Chosen path with the pun we had taken
I thought so quick there's no time for shaken
And that's what J was here to say
For the Spanish tribe that follows
Do you comprende others do you understand?
Well grip the words that I'm giving at hand
Take this as a guide and persue this disclosure
Cause I be the real thing and that's why you flows
For those that don't follow don't be a sucker off the street
Just another justice is what you'll meet
Skip one on the passage and one I wrote
Take this as a message and follow Gangsta Codes
2 Dope Follow Gangsta Codes
7 Up Follow Gangsta Codes
Nate The Mack Follow Gangsta Codes
Lay Low Follow Gangsta Codes
Rude Boy Follow Gangsta Codes
Charlie T Follow Gangsta Codes
Don Juan Follow Gangsta Codes
Kid Villian Follow Gangsta Codes
D-Lyrical Follow Gangsta Codes
Q-Tip Follow Gangsta Codes
Juan Follow Gangsta Codes
Andrew Follow Gangsta Codes
MC Bruce Lee Follow Gangsta Codes
Iron Ranger Follow Gangsta Codes
Paul D Follow Gangsta Codes
John Rock Follow Gangsta Codes
And the back seat counter is in full effect BOY
Aight
My man J Follow Gangsta Codes
My man J.P. Follow Gangsta Codes
My Man Jerry Follow Gangsta Codes
Can't forget about Ryan he follow Gangsta Codes
Sam, the Man Follow Gangsta Codes
Pimp Daddy D Follow Gangsta Codes
Michael Queery Follow Gangsta Codes
Pumpkin Follow Gangsta Codes
Jeff Follow Gangsta Codes
Inner City Posse, southwest Detroit
Funny thing is, every muthafucking resident Follow Gangsta Codes
GOD DAMN
PEACE

7 - Gangta' Times

Pholosify and music, that's my category
Hip-Hop thugs in the ghetto teritory
My story is cold but it must be told
Started out with the very first man I rolled
A party store owner, became a blood doner
Donated some blood to a delly street corner
I clubed the old man with a brick on the chin
It was grand master sin, but I'll do it again
Prostitutes want loot so they can shot up
haha, what's going up is the end of my boot bitch
Right up your ass if you try and confront me
Try and comfort me you lie in my trunky
Pick you up down river, you never should quiver
Deliver cap peeler, dump your ass in the river
I kill prostitutes, just to whore I can whore
Violent dribbles say man I'm in the Ghetto teritory
My days away of well bred disbeliefers are on there death beds
My teritory is what you vacate
The realm is mine so let me say that
This is a play that goes without saying
A disease of lyrics that is about to be infective
Break it down to some intelligence B
Aight
Breaking it down till dawn
Cause your warshiping the ground I walk upon
Fell short from the rhyme that was in youth
Like an egection of steroids pumping juice
Let's return to a condition tha'ts critical
As I give a dose of me, the lyrical
So when I step to the door
It better be me you had a ration for
Felt the violence now feel intelligence
Pleed the 5th, the case is irrelivent
In the croud is who will persue
Whatever it takes, that what I'll do
Cause I'm a push over when it comes to a gathering
Grab a mic, and make it start happening
Break through from the ghetto to bring you this
Punk didn't you know, I never miss
I about urening to be hype
If you get what I'm saying, then your my type
Don't worry, cause I won't neglect
Inner City Posse is in effect
Why don't ya kick a little violence J
Street gang so we bang sweet hours we hang
Occupasion gang population ghetto thang
Educating make a facial was too much for me
No smarter pushing cards at the A.M.P.
Now I wait down wage so I grab a gage
Hoping saw once more hey make front page
To survive Detroit on average pay
Some choose to abuse to live this way
Projects come home in the ghetto zone
Don't man they pass who never roam
Iron hand over land stand proud down town
Mile away in Delray a dead boy is found
Situation in our hands pumping out a free story
Corection start killing from the ghetto territory

8 - Something To Say

Something to say sterio my scenerio
Boy I love to put a critic in critical
Fools perade perade so full in the brain
I started showing and blowing and showing up to the grade
I don't play no games look around now clown throw down
Dirt mounds were the corps is found
After every show the critics call me a criminal
Cause the who I know, cause of were I go
Some interjections practice and collecting gets paid
Play all day, you wanna check this
Perhaps to inform me I'm a lyrical phantom
Critic can't stand a canom mahanom
To the ICP so we can skin they hide
It's critic hunt season all them suckas die
Then I sit in the shade with the jams I made
Layed they get paid and get stired up like Kool-Aid
Some get fed up, I won't let up
They get shut up, we met up, and go head up
Then I slam them asses and lyricaly
Lyrical by suprise they then avaporize
See them they don't understand a system in judicial
The ICP is pulling tracks individualy
So you can see for to me money
Trying some salery how can it be
A pencil paper figure to conclusion
And start using a scratch to confusion
What do you get the shit or quit I'm singing it
Bit by bit legit and hit critics are hating it
Critics can't stop me my music will always play
I got something to say
Something to say about America's murder town
Here to prove that Detroit is the worst around
On the streets, roaming population
Word is heard it's raised across the nation
Villians roaming on the avenues
Third collins hear just the name of you
To much and 2 Dope you better hope to cope
Nope ya boys hold and shook the rope to cope
Ghetto Style are you worth his while
He'll smileing and fieling put the boys in a pile
Q-Tip legit shit you confetti
Think he still having a fit you fucking hell streek
Kid Villian he's always willing
To kick your lazy mothafuckas to the mothafucking ceiling
Bad luck bro, cause I snatched your change
I looked at the plate and it said Made In Spain
So what did I do? I sold it down town
If I'm a gang, I'ma be the best around
Tragety someone catch the beeing me
It wasn't me the fools got the jewlery
Out of town let me remind you
That I'ma find you
Then I'ma grind you, spit find you
Look at our crime trying to find a solution
I'll be introducin to and exacution
Some try to tangle think they can mangle
haha, I said we strangel
I said it gets better, cause it's the better and the better then the best
Damn that was fresh
There's other things I see like Inner City Delray
When it comes to Detroit I got something to say
Something to say about a mothafucka snitch
Now I'm sitting in jail, ain't that a bitch?
A snitch is the type of guy that is very agravating
Put me in jail with one you better segregate
Before it's too late before I dominate
Snitches are bitches all of them I hate
Yeah Violent J and I know you'll agree
That the ICP will show no sympathy
But make sympothy bitches ain't shit to me
But it's slick to be the rhyming of the synthany
Snitches don't like us boys that are ghetto hard
So I played there ass like a uno card
Start fetching don't even mention
Whatever it was that we did to cause attention
Sometime snitches don't even need to be there
I know Violent J has a 9 millimeter
I get busted they can't be trusted
So I smear there asses like mustard
Some try me and think they can find me
I'm put up in jail, yo you know were I'll be
If I see a snitch you gonna see the individual
And my visibaly be unforgetable
Murder is homocide brutaly died
When they hook us what they saw they shoulda lied
It's pay back time and paybacks are a bitch
Thats what happend to a mothafucking snitch
On the scene of a crime, stay the hell away
I got something to say

9 - Violent Crimes

Violent Crimes of the ICP
Yo J take it away homeboy lyricaly
The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident
I got more boys than the mothafucking president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP fuck a microglycerine
I'll let his backbone pry out his mothafucking throat
Come across to Detroit throw your ass in a moat
Yo homeboy you know you're in effect
But what about the crimes you ain't kicked none yet
On the ramed out streets of the Inner City Delray
There once lived a little boy named Violent J
Saw a lot of bad thing a child stays out of
When he hit 13, mothafucka when violent
Took along yo the crimes that I done
People must understand it wasn't just for fun
When your cold at night and there's nothing to eat
You can give a fuck about another fuckers feed
Growing up stonger one next to me
With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee
Hanging at the stadium just talking and swearing
Punk walk by laughing at what I was wearing
Prince born walking around with silver spoons in his mouth
My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it out
Nate the Mack so loud in front of his house
Leaning against his old's drinking 40's with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left them in his BVD's
To much and 2 Dope got booming rides
Took your amp took your tooking snick by nine
Try to told them between us and your fresh seet to
Left that shity ass 10 dolla crate all for you
Kid Villian the hustla took the whole damn ride
Didn't notice your girl was still sitting inside
She stayed in the car while you ran in the store
Kid plucked your car and ended up fucking your whore
Q-Tip look through your window on a Monday night
Took your couch big jar everything in site
Sold them all for gold cause my boys are swinging
Stole your mothers raidy rade off her mothafucking finger
Lay Low sold bullets to your uncle Jim
And the village men wonder why he been getting so slim
Now he steals from you so at night your locking
And the money you get goes to Lay Low's pocket
D-Lyrical like a cat sneaks up from behind
Check nine to your spine is what your able to find
That pile yo is cool and calm
That rope around your neck winds up in a pile
Don Juan goes back just asking the fool
Spent more time in jail, then you spent in school
In the LA roles just go make a deal
Stole your little snitches motherfucking tranin wheels
Pimp, Hustler, Baller, Daddy D
Got more freaks then a skater got teeth
But pimping pimp daddy is pimping down river
Cane in one had with one to hold the liver
Iron Ranger is the brute of the IC crew
Make kid visiouse look like Little Kid Blue
So battery had to be done to an HP
Simple plan its all so the sucker try to say maybe
Rude Boy, aww shit J tell them
HP watching verner boys swelling
Southwest boys, Juan and Andrew
What the fuck can you do?
The playable unstopable ICP
Boy you can't fade me
Your game is too tuff is what you say
ICP stands for I Can Play
Any game set up by a barn yard hit
Touch a pich fork, and my gun will click
So you say my raps are mean and uncalled for
Fuck you, and your mother's a whore
I'm cold blooded all I care about is me and my boys
And you down with Violent J if your playing my noise
Yo J you know your cold fucking it up
D-Lyrical lyricaly adjust the currupt
Word D, the Inner City Delray is jumping
With what you put out cause your shit is bumping
Man HP's over there in that car
Before we fuck them up lets tell them who they are
Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs
Ain't down with gang banging only down with milking cows
Hipple Park ain't shit I'll be the first to get with it
Dropping hoe's over there in a New York minute
They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead
Whent he barn yard hoe's look like Uncle Jed
Now I'm ready to whip some ass
Cause in Detroit we don't play that
Hand me a bat

10 - D-Day

D-day (3x)
3, 2, 1 D-Day just begun
D-day the common dreary
Felt the power of the rhyming theory
Settin the pace with the league of mines
Selected rhymes one of a kind
This you woulda thought to long
Settle son front he words of tongue
I folded had the people craving
Ain't no believen ain't no mistaking
Cause the D to the l-r-y-i-c-a-l Pump the Project as if you couldn't tell
But now you know, comprehend what you mean
Addicted to the noise as if you were a feind
But you could care less as long as if feels good
Now I'm glad that's understood
Point out this drug is for instance of mater of material
That's the substance addicted to your brain
There will remain a part of you driving you insane
Like crack, for those of you that can't deal with it
Step back for those who want a real hit
Give me a clap and I'll feed you the remedy
Kill your hunger vital to your remedy
Heave these words that I say
Due to the fact it's D-Day

3,2,1 D-Day just begun
A glare is putting you under
Thinking who it is, no need to wonder
Cause you got backed in the dead end
So you don't play pretend or I'll do it again
And if your looking for trouble you can be there are people
I'll have you done like a little kid on a see-saw
You bet your ass if you wanna come my way
If you go today tomorrow you can find me cooling out, in my domain
Doing my best to obtain
A train of thought so you can be tought
A lyrical incline so make sure it's caught
So make you stand and don't sit down
And on your face is a frown
Not a frown of sadness but a frown of madness
You got played talking like your the baddest
Bitch I don't really talk unless it's true
But you been laughing your jaws and now you'll lose
You try to burn with a match that ain't lit
I ain't down with that bull shit
Heave these words that I say
Due to the fact its D-Day

Now listen to my rhyme give it a chance
Cause to your brain my rhyme does inhance
Think what you wanna say that don't mean shit to me
I'm not the one who's living in misery
It's you not me you see
Imagine on what you claim to be
Be yourself that's the way to act
Learning this rap, a natural fact
Hear these words that I say
Due to the fact it's D-Day
3,2,1 D-Day's DONE