IT'S FINALLY HERE!! W C C Presents One Love!!

[Now_Im_Not_Banned]

"WCC Presents...One Love" The Compilation


Yea, this is the official version!...PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ignore the critics, and download here track by track, in order...Make sure too burn it on a CD-R, and bump it in a system...Fuck Tha Haters...Constructive Criticism is always appreciated...

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1.Tha Curse (Intro)

2.Naz-T - One Love

3.Nexus - The One

4.Infinite Feat. Rodzilla - Meditation

5.Rodzilla & Sccit - Clap Yo Handz

6.Narrator Feat. Sccit - Catch a Beatin

7.AlerG - Left & Right[/url]

8.Naz-T - Sources of Evil

9.Infinite (Additional Vocals by Sccit) - Repeat Offenderz

10.DOCB - Southside G

11.Primo Suspekt - Grammatics

12.Sccit - Life We Live

13.AlerG - Chose Ya Destiny

14.Sing For The Moment (Skit)

15.Nexus - I Can't Win[/url]

16.Sccit - Confusion (Remix)[/url]

17.Illicit Feat. I-Bo - Representin'

18.I-Bo Feat. Naz-t - One By One

19.Narrator Feat. Infinite - Keystyle Kings[/url]

20.Naz-T - Don't Disrespect[/url]

21.AlerG - Put The Children To Bed[/url]

22.Sccit, Roccy, and Dirty Dogg - Freestyle Outro



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[AlerG]

Here Are The Lyrics To The Tracks I Contributed:

Left & Right:

Get your lungs carved in trying to flow with me
Ain’t impressive, water walking on a frozen sea
Broken steez, separate the hoes from G’s
Cipher circle with me, you’d better hope to breathe
Openly, you chose to be, opposing me
Rest in peace, this motherfucker’s flow’s deceased
Over-sea’s, know the steez, shows and fee’s
Get up in your girl re-arrange them ovaries
Global warning, coming through local swarming
Murder every rapper, one nation coastal mourning
Show’s is boring, stop that shit
AlerG, don’t make me have to pop that bitch
Cause I will stop that whip, aim and fire
Live wire, explode and make the game retire
Names expire, fuck the number one stunner
What this motherfucker know about the thunder from under
With the blast you shit
Three of you die, even though I’m down to my last two clips

I’ll be dropping emcees like left and right
You can meet your death tonight

You’re better off bucking yourself, you need to stop frontin
Intruders to my shit get mouth to glock fucking
Drop rough and rugged bars spit like smith and wes
Impact like weed, feel the shit in ya chest
Just bless the Mic, and watch Jehovah’s start bowing
Drinking this liquor ain’t no controlling my balance
Holding my status for as long as I have
Causes arthritis to sub-par biters
I had you mouth shut with the presence of my dominance
No respect for the presidents and parliaments
Cause if I had my way
I’d turn rap astray, make everybody color blind, world black and grey
Then we’d really see who runs this shit
Lyrical armory, banning all the guns and clips
Tick, tick ya times up
It’s like where the fuck are your rhymes, before I put my nines up
Delivering death, lable me the cast away
My right hand, JayMastaJay

I get the gauge out, let the rage out
Blow ya face out, put the gun in ya mouth and leave you laid out
You probably never heard me comin
Like I was jackin off on a deaf bitches stomach or somethin
Playing with me means a fight to the death
Rights and lefts where your fucken overbite is kept
Somebody dies every 4 bars
Open you up wider and quicker than a pussy on a porn star
Five emcees, live as bees, in hives in trees
Tyrin to reach, nines to squeeze, die with these
Microphone skills that’ll end careers
Spended years in the cut, make it tense and clear I’m
Off the chains like a lose dog
Ski-diving is similar to the way I make your crew fall
The word ‘spit’ I get a high from it
Lyrics sharp enough to split the seed in your baby mama’s stomach
Which means two soldiers headed for the egg
And twice the miracle in nine months and 3 days


Choose Your Destiny:

Quick to knock you out for cream, D-Bo time
You wack like Malone when it counts from the free-throw line
It’s easy to feel the beat when my lungs caress
Give you glockcoma, means I put your guns to rest
Lick shots that penetrate and’ll numb your chest
One bar and the world has become obsessed
Most people might think that I’m from the west
But it’s up north reppin, bitch something to stress
Up in ya chest, easy I can see that you fake
Fuck wil smith I’m the enemie of the state
Fuck commercialized shit, make you freeze in ya place
Make a sudden move, introduce my feet to ya face
Sleeziest taste, a motherfuckin young dirty bastard
Open the mouth yeah, the guns surely blast ya
Jaw froze, coke sniffen, all pause, tote smith’n
Take my dick outta you sparrows, I only poke pigeons

The one, the one, the one with the Mic
The two, the two, what gun or a knife
Choose your destiny when you step to me
Cause I got the illest rhymes you ever heard in your life

My rap cooks cake, leave you gasping in a shook state
Like Cali is before and after a good quake
I could break free, before you people make me
Take thee world by shock, all these rappers chasing
My dream, is to start up the livest team
And blind ya eye-sight like a good set of high-beams
By these rules I set, yeah some’ll be broke
But I’ll be given orders choken on a lung fulla smoke
Nose fulla coke, and I ain’t talking cola, you rookie
One gram, two grams, three grams I’m smoken you pussies
Over-dosing you pussies, yeah look at his clothes red
Should’ve stop huffing when ya seen ya nose bled
I ain’t talking pepsi, when I’m poppin ya diet
I started it, fuck you, you ain’t stopping the riot
Not to be quiet, the stage is equipped with lights
And a mic, always live so the shit stay tight, and I’m

The one, the one, the one with the Mic
The two, the two, what gun or a knife
Choose your destiny when you step to me
Cause I got the illest rhymes you ever heard in your life

Like Kool G Rap, this cool G is back
And this cool G raps, only a fool can’t see that
Fuck it I’m sorry, man I must of forgot
I blinded yall with the first verse, now bust from the top
Shit sparked, them is people is gased
Unleaded or diesel, it don’t matter dog they equal to trash
See through and mash, people this is a drug bust
Just playing, I wanted to see if ya guns rusted
Nah they haven’t, I see that you still grabbing
I’m dropping albums yall be comparing to illmatic
If not, you know that shit still be some ill cabbage
Packed with dope that’ll cause overdoses and kill addicts

Put The Children To Bed:

When my guns cocked I spit shots is witty
You could come with five nine’s and still couldn’t rock my city
I’m hot and pretty, that’s what the girls say
So stop the spitting, I’m what the world play
Worst thing to do is wake me, and I woke
Having you backing off like, what can’t I joke
Then I spoke, and people caught on from the first bar
And stuck to their skin, never to move like birthmarks
I advise you and your group, to move
When I’m coming through with the juice, do I really have to prove it to you
What you see is a figment, fooled you didn’t it
Your grave is being prepared, and you’re digging it
I’m liven like a lost boy quick to bite ya neck
Fuck a gun, I’m quick to pick up a pen and write ya death
Quick to open you all night like convenience stores
Ladies and gentlemen put your children to bed

Cause I’m the type to leave em standing there lost for words
I suggest you sit tight, look close, watch and observe
I guess I got ya nerves, nervous
All your words, worthless
The type to leave all you birds chirping
When I come with a spitless vapor
Shit when I spit I’ll leave you blue like litmus paper
Somebody better stop me, I’m rading the lost ark
Leave you unprotected, when I’m taking ya dogs bark
Come out swinging, intimidating ya bitch there
Face whiter than the dew on the dome of Ric Flair
Kick snare, snare kick the bare shit
The beware be scared emcees scared to come near this
How many flop, twenty of twenty dropped
Tonight on twenty, twenty albums get covered in money shots
By who, you know who, the one re-killen the dead
Ladies and gentlemen put the children to bed

Duck down when you hear the buck sound, these raw streets
Is gonna kill us adventually like raw meat
I’m all for what you call war
I crawl more on bloody knees ready to fall down poor
The rain never ends, what you call forever friends
End up fucken you hard for them dividends
Living less every minute, I tend to get antsy
When my record ain’t noted so just let me spin it
And get me faded, I wanna forget today
And fuck tomorrow, ain’t a promise for me anyway
I learned never to rely on no-one
Put your life in the next mans hands he won’t show up
Goddamn the air is getting thinner and colder
Pray tomorrow that the winter is over
When the shots ring we’ll be the ones feeling the lead
Ladies and gents put the children to bed

[Now_Im_Not_Banned]

Dope shit AlerG!

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

What was this? Dubcc compilation?