Los Cucuys Vol. 1

by Los Cucuys (Verb & Fubar)

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Verb & Fubar join forces to bring you Los Cucuys.

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released October 23, 2013

Mixed & Master: Verb
Cover Art: Childish

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Fubar Chicago, Illinois

Member of Demonios Sekt, Shark Brothers, OvaSeas Movement & Dystopianz.

If you don't like his music, it's simple what you must do. Go to the nearest gas station bathroom after it has been used and … EAT FECES ..

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Track Name: Every Late Night [Beat by J. Demers]
Verb:

project shit, 9 milli
packs of rhymes to overdose with feeling illy
no obstructions, Los Cucuys you can't fucks with
supernatural occurrences occur and leave you murdered
quicksand we sink rappers, universal clips load
every late night, every morning hear the guns go
watch for the red beams of slick wits and snake tongues
going ape shit, wilding over dark drums
I come from the slums, I still run with the slums
still give a dollar or 2 when I'm on the corner with the bums
wanted to be a drug kingpin, do music on the side
sides of chitlins from these mammals, sideways we handle
Hell is the landscape, race to be corpses
want to know something? I play around with devil demon forces
you couldn't force good upon me, not for nothing
walking up these city streets, where's trouble at? let's start something
anarchist functions, crumble fall to pieces
wander with my burner tucked, you know Verb, I don't give a fuck
spitting with my brother Fubar, you can die
and we don't care who you are

Fubar:

I harness hatred and jot it on paper
every thought I imagine is demonic in nature
every single topic is danger, diabolic behavior
my god I'm psychotic with razors
I'm an animal upset, dis-join where your clavicle connects
your skill level is laughable at best
Los Cucuys, supernatural event
don't say a word, I'll crack your mandible for less
evil in the brain, I'd rather get medieval with a blade
nothing on Earth is equal to the pain
you are not as lethal as you claim
you people are insane, we are animals, keep us in a cage!
needle in your veins like you overdosed on drugs
in a hospital bed, comatose for months
I'm out, but I promise I'll return for your bitch ass
everything I walk on, turns into quick sand
what used to be a hobby is turning into work
I write thoughts down, then reverse them in a verse
evil to the core, I'm nervous in a church
when you die you die, there's no returning to the Earth
Track Name: Boombap Veterans [Beat by Eddy Giaguaro]
Verb:

no worries, well qualified here
heavy the soundscapes, this is what the fresh make
1970's on both sides
ain't no fronting on this vibe
I run with cats who like Tribe
Wu-Tang and Rakim, bang on the MPC when the records spin
special powers, 24 hours we live this
staying real is the game but you won't find that in this business
classic obsessions, boombap veterans
Los Cucuys are loose, "so what?", send the armies in
this that boombox, old like your mom and pops were them
we live a life full of sin
pop 40's, blow trees, fuck bitches who bend
this shit depends on myself, I sit in the lab all my lonely
bumping the return of the 50 MC's and what's before me
I'm a G with this music, but I don't fucks with the business
on God is my witness

Fubar:

say something if you feel your crew's dope
and while you're at it go ahead and bring your new flow
my old flow will shatter it
thinking you can say anything as long as you say a "no homo" after it?
gay as hell, qualified for the position
to grab mics and start sodomizing competition
butt-fucking men, for three days straight
"what the fuck?!" "no homo" after each gay phrase
we come from an era known as the golden age
nobody listened even though what I wrote was flame
forward to today, where most of you know I'm cane
if not, I will stab you in the throat with your shoulder blade
militant, nobody's better on a song
I attack instrumentals like a veteran in 'Nam
the pain is insane but the medicine is strong
relentless, I shoot until your regiment is gone
Track Name: Go To Sleep [Beat by Makeeng Productions]
Verb:

this ain't the village idiots, this is Fubar and Verb
running shit on this underground, the rest of you absurd
it's just a bunch of shit words put together for amusement
you've got no clue how to do this
respect to the heads from the past that's older then the both of us
but any younger then that for real we don't trust
this music is some serious shit
I get down with a 5th of the yack and a quarter of the grinch
mortar with the laser beam sitting on my hip
Hip Hop's a bunch of white boys acting grimey now
think I'm on some bullshit come to Arizona find me
I follow the procedures of the illest
raised in the 80's, was a teen in the 90's
I was the 1 with the music, now look what it mutated
make militant moves if I have to, you can trust me
1 of the most hated, highly anticipated
feel my aggravations, I'm a soldier who made it through the war
put your hands in the air and drop your money on the floor
feel the struggle of a psychopath
Verb and "Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition".. fall into submission

go to sleep
go to sleep
weak bitch go to sleep
and never wake up.. go to sleep

Fubar:

it's the dynamic duo, running this underground shit
shifting tectonic plates, bringing thunder clouds in
all we want to do is try and get inside of ears
we pay our homage, and respect the pioneers
those brave enough to step are getting turned to ashes
won't require a hearse or casket
I'm absurd with tactics
hurt you bad with a kick that'll make your body reverse and back flip
squeeze your skull until it bursts to fragments
Goblins appear.. from underneath the dirt with hatchets
zombies with an insatiable appetite for flesh
and a thirst for madness
I've been spitting since '97, over 15 years
still wreaking havoc with a pen stroke
similar to swinging a sharp sword
decapitating anybody thinking they hardcore
alcoholic, I drink 'til I pass out
intimidate, I'm the king, people back down
come see us if you really want a war
better take my life, you either kill me or it's yours
Track Name: Never to Return [Beat by Dohow]
chorus:

we're just fighting through this lifetime, family man
but daddy was a bad man, but daddy is a strong man
street hustling, 'cause the bills gotta get paid
mouths gotta get fed, so moves gotta get made
I'm an MC, artist, father, provider
husband, crazy mutherfucker, straight rider
raise seeds like the good old days
but nowadays all the innocence has gone away, never to return

Verb:

I let these blunts burn through peace talks
this is grown -men talk, top of the food chain, ghetto ways but much brains
trying to ease all the pains of life
shit I've seen, can't have that for little mamas or even my queen
these days are scheme shit, and I want them to know it
that pops was an OG, a leader and a poet
full of potential, I'm just lost in the system
fighting to come out on top, that's always the mission
money don't grow on trees and neither does wisdom
I was taught by the gangsters, they always said I'd go to prison
but I didn't, and these youth they don't need to either
I spend time with my fam, while doing that I spit ether
I'm a teacher, I've been taught that death hurts
and that bad luck, really some are cursed
and in rap there's a lot of phony suckers
that rather poison the future instead making it to something

chorus:

we're just fighting through this lifetime, family man
but daddy was a bad man, but daddy is a strong man
street hustling, 'cause the bills gotta get paid
mouths gotta get fed, so moves gotta get made
I'm an MC, artist, father, provider
husband, crazy mutherfucker, straight rider
raise seeds like the good old days
but nowadays all the innocence has gone away, never to return

Fubar:

nobody said life was easy
you're not gonna find a genie
we have to unite so we can rise completely
fight the greedy and those looking to divide our species
I'm uncontrollable, animal inside is beastly
I write every line uniquely
I'm a writer and a father at the same time
I inject philosophies, my daughter is the main line
raise my seed with plenty of sunshine
in life where most are not friendly and unkind
I try cherishing the innocence left
got to let her enjoy life and discipline less
my soul has a hole with a limitless depth
I'm stuck working a job where they implement stress
trying to make some sense of this ridiculous mess
until the time comes for my infamous death

chorus:

we're just fighting through this lifetime, family man
but daddy was a bad man, but daddy is a strong man
street hustling, 'cause the bills gotta get paid
mouths gotta get fed, so moves gotta get made
I'm an MC, artist, father, provider
husband, crazy mutherfucker, straight rider
raise seeds like the good old days
but nowadays all the innocence has gone away, never to return
Track Name: Violence Solves Everything [Beat by Ekii020]
Verb:

violence solves everything
got a problem with me I'll let the 40 ring
ring around the rosies on you pussies
I walk around chest out, limping like, "homie, say something"
I wish you would push me, iffy ass rappers we will punish you
I swear on my moms, what's in front of you is ill shit
a little more gifted than these rejects
Fubar, beast mode, while me?.. I'ma grab the tec
necks can get cracked like a plumber's ass
plus it's about to get colder when this summer pass
a bullet for you busters, a thought, you should duck down
decapitation happens in a fraction on these bitch clowns

crowd around, stomp you down, knock your bullshit out
who the fuck you talking to? better close that mouth
violence solves everything, I mean everything
violence solves everything, I mean everything
crowd around, stomp you down, knock your bullshit out
who the fuck you talking to? better close that mouth
violence solves everything, I mean everything
violence solves everything, I mean everything

Fubar:

of course I'm angry, I'm living with depression
if you walk by me I'll spit in your direction
listen to the message, run while I'm picking up a weapon
I'm a soldier, sitting in the trenches
Verb and Fubar, united for a cause
for us there is very little violence couldn't solve
to step to us you need a giant set of balls
you'd rather get an uppercut from Tyson to your jaw
fuck you thought? you were supposed to be special?
there's nobody spitting that is close to our level
stab you in the throat with a pencil
Verb is gonna show you the metal put the chrome to your temple
bullet in your dome for deciding it was time
to start beef with a couple of titans in their prime
nobody's frightening as I
with psycho-kinetic energy, I'm M. Bison on the mic
Track Name: 1,000,000 Dead Bodies [Beat by P. Tears]
Verb:

they try to throw us to the wolves, and the pack is never ending
the resistance to the government is failing 'cause we all pussies
get scared like when the towers blew
you know how they're fucking your sons and your daughters, evil satanic powers are loose
lawless and uncivil, watching humanity shrivel up
I try to tell you in this music, but no one gives a fuck
the streets are bad business, preachers can't save these kids
while the Eisenhower era deceases, morals and peace gone
a few hippies still spread out across America
where's the love?.. fuck love 'cause we all terrorists
the hairs on my neck stand up from what's coming
chaos and clutter, some of that sick mutherfucking shit

Chorus:

I'd advise to stay ready, get ready it's all the same
'cause when the shit hits the fan, I'll be in the trenches spraying
dumping with Los Cucuys in my headphones blaring
with 1,000,000 dead bodies staring.. what you looking at?
I'd advise to stay ready, get ready it's all the same
'cause when the shit hits the fan, I'll be in the trenches spraying
dumping with Los Cucuys in my headphones blaring
with 1,000,000 dead bodies staring.. what you looking at?

Fubar:

they strike while you stare at an eclipse
they want control, eventually even the air that you breathe in
ravenous pack of wolves wearing the sheep skin
fight of prepare for the tearing of each limb
who gives a fuck if you're clever with a pen?
to rage against the machine you better get a wrench
it's time you realize that terrorist are men
just like you, the cycle is never gonna end
tell it to the rest, they're altering the weather yet again
take it in, let it fester in your head
wasting your time looking for treasure in a chest
when nowadays it's more like a pleasure to be dead
prepare to encounter a beast
ready to cannibalize the innocent and devour the meat
hoping you quit and surrender your life to the powers that be
we're living in the final hours it seems
Track Name: Microphone Check [Beat by J. Coleman]
Chorus:

it's that microphone check shit, check shit, check shit
Verb and Fubar about to wreck this
it's that microphone check shit, check shit, check shit
Verb and Fubar about to wreck this

Verb:

it's been a long time coming but it came
about a 100 tracks later, now we're here to bring the pain
propane up on this project, push it to the people
this is a preview of yesterday's grammar, old rusty revolvers
with blood stains up on the hammer
hijack the industry, we are too intelligent
strong and educated, happy that we made it
this far, we ain't stars, we're just regular folks
who love to kill beats and take care of home and stay afloat
we get shit done, make hits and ride slow
someone tell your momma, tell her Hip-Hop's back
that 2 turntables and a mic shit, boom boombap
SP1200 rock the party like no other
yo homie watch that sample time
this a covert operation, only the illest involved
after this one.. Verb and Fubar we're taking off

Chorus:

it's that microphone check shit, check shit, check shit
Verb and Fubar about to wreck this
it's that microphone check shit, check shit, check shit
Verb and Fubar about to wreck this

Fubar:

long time coming but it came
good luck trying to find something as insane
stare in your eyes while I'm clutching a grenade
break your jaw so I'm able to shove it in your face
you better be tucking in your chain
we'll rob you to buy medicine for the numbing of the pain
nothing is different, yet nothing is the same
the blood of Medusa is running through our veins
gunning for your brain, I am accurate as fuck
hunting with a blade that'll lacerate your guts
everything I've written is a battle call
you'll need and entire month to even listen to our catalog
saying I'm not dope's a bold faced lie
I'll choke your throat, twist it 'til it rotates twice
I don't play nice, propane type
been ready to explode and showcase rhymes
Track Name: The Big Leagues [Beat by J. Coleman]
Chorus:

you're out of our league, your out of our league
we're in the big leagues, were in the big leagues
don't overstep your boundaries with G's
we're in the big leagues, were in the big leagues
you're out of our league, your out of our league
we're in the big leagues, were in the big leagues
don't overstep your boundaries with G's
we're in the big leagues, were in the big leagues

Verb:

swim with piranhas, fast like katanas
if you don't watch your ass you can end up as a goner
go figure, you can't hang with this
we're way above your standards, your the drip of some piss
off a old man's syphilis shriveled up dick
this is D. Sekt, you never know what's coming next
the dialect's demented, the thoughts of the sick
over spaced out dark loops, let the murdering commence

Chorus:

you're out of our league, your out of our league
we're in the big leagues, were in the big leagues
don't overstep your boundaries with G's
we're in the big leagues, were in the big leagues
you're out of our league, your out of our league
we're in the big leagues, were in the big leagues
don't overstep your boundaries with G's
we're in the big leagues, were in the big leagues

Fubar:

you're swimming with piranhas.. retreat from danger
I'm ravenous, each of my teeth are razors
Baraka, ready for the finishing move
I stop.. wait a second.. then the killing ensues
I grew up in the hood, every minute was news
stare a bit too long and get a chip in your tooth
missing a screw, lately on a mission to prove
I'm out of this world, to the point I live on the moon
flip in the booth, kill mics, make sure there isn't any evidence left
that's when I exit and jet
venomous text, repping the Demonios Sekt
while you show up at gay bars for glory-hole sex
dissing us is dumb like using a slow song as a dis
every bit of hope's gone when I spit
Verb and Fubar, we are both stronger than shit
breaking you down 'til your body no longer exists
Track Name: Sorrow & Despair [Beat by Yegor Cergei]
Verb:

sorrow.. the streets and life
nothing really happy going on to write home to the wife
I never chose the right things, wrong moves constant
never turn the other cheek, settle for nonsense
I stay positive, try to maintain competence
we coexist with idiots, living for irrelevance
irritated 24/7
stay higher then Cypress, Snoop Dogg, Wiz and Devin
danger in the distance, I stay persistent
to pollinate, the pecking order is painful
if you don't have a goal or aim you will get mangled
fuck the government and the stars spangled
elemental the institutions I'm trying to break from
yo the streets and all that's in them will leave you fried son
I cry on Sundays, dread the same Mondays again
even though I try to get right, back on this music again

Fubar:

lately it's minimal amounts of happiness in life
I'm not really feeling like a champion inside
turn the volume up on the song and listen
while I'm out yet again making wrong decisions
thoughts are twisted, was quite the gentleman
but now every thought in my mind is negative
I'm trying to find a sedative
sit and analyze the messages I write in sentences
you feel the conviction in my lines
even though what I write down's ridiculous at times
you'll see a lot of idiots in life
religion is a lie, there is nobody sitting in the sky
nobody knows, the riddle is unknowable
won't lie, I tend to get a little bit emotional
I punch walls when I think I'ma drop tears
I hate this life that's why I drink 'til I'm not here
Track Name: Let Myself Go [Beat by Morbid Beats]
Verb:

I stare in shattered mirrors 'til the tears pour
and my thoughts go, I'm just myself, I'm all I got yo
I'm aging quick but it feels slow
I got some major issues, that shit's official
I can only be me there's nothing hard about it
I'm the product of my environment and friends, no doubt about it
and that's nothing cool, and that's nothing happy
feel the blood, the drip, this mirror's a trip, reflections
they always trap me.. it's myself

Fubar:

as a kid I tried standing tall but fell
wanted to off myself, I felt like, we were all in hell
I was right but simultaneously wrong as well
you can try but can't imagine how lost I felt
ended up learning on my own, didn't call for help
I taught myself, most nights were long as hell
trying to find a style, should I talk or yell?
when I die I'll live through the stories my songs will tell
Track Name: Death Lingers [Beat by Kryone]
Verb:

I feel a lot of hostility, you no like the Sekt do you
fuck your mom, is all I gotta say to you
I live to push buttons, bite down on this barrel homie
while your crew watches, 'cause they ain't got nothing for me
the combo is tremendous, tell it to your maker
Verb and Fubar impact our fist make big craters
in your face plate, tie your daughter up and face rape
while your son's watching, you know we stay plotting
don't lose sleep from our transgressions
it's just another session torture, taking orders for death
you should smell the odors
don't lose sleep from our transgressions
it's just another session torture, taking orders for death
you should smell the odors.. death lingers

Fubar:

I'll slap the dog shit out of you if you bring our names up
and leave you with a sling and face cut
I rep the Sekt, and the Nation of Goblins
we're coming, everything we're saying is toxic
taking your mom's shit, sell it on Craigslist
along with a vaporizer..
for us to retaliate and lash out violently
if you see us back down silently
push the wrong button and die a slow death
let's find out if people can survive a broke neck
in order to calm down give me a chemical pronto
or face the incredible combo
Verb and Fubar, morbid as fuck
type to cover the floor with your guts, homie torture is fun
incinerate your corpse into dust
it's destiny, the 2 final horsemen are us
spawned of darkness, born with a tongue
so sharp it feels like a sword in your lungs
I'm able to break your spinal cord with a punch
and shatter your dome piece with the force of a gun
Track Name: Werewolves [Beat by Morbid Beats]
Verb:

depending on the motives, it determines all the moves you make
the werewolves come out at night they will not hesitate
folk tales.. fuck that, the hood tales are horrible
put them to the music for the score yo'
the action is movie-like, the script's written by us
and the night lust, and the violence, it always seems to find us
running on empty, to only hell I send thee
I wish I had some benji's then you wouldn't be so tempting
to merk into a hot plate, bring back to the herd separate
divide then we conquer, Demonios Sekt monsters
fear and loathing, wolves in sheep's clothing
Fubar & Verb.. they better get to knowing
depending on the motives, this you better quote as some werewolves
running through the dark woods, we'll tear you
with sharp teeth, what a nice feast, got us drooling, we beasting
your fear smells lovely, keep on sweating for that reason

Fubar:

I'm not only a werewolf, my creator made me a hybrid
and infected my brain with a virus
it appears I can't get away from the violence
fuck noise, instead be afraid of the silence
we travel in packs, get your abdomen hacked
with claws sharper than the tip that a javelin has
Los Cucuys, maniacs on the track
you couldn't see us in the dark using halogen lamps
I'm back to exact vengeance, I hesitate never
sharpening canines to penetrate better
I separate pleasure, decorate cellars
in a way to enable them to emanate terror
cinematic type, like a scene from a movie
when I smile and start cutting your team into sushi
ready for a feast, got us drooling, we beasting
fear smells lovely, keep sweating for that reason
Track Name: Welcome to the Slaughterhouse [Beat by Throw On Make Up]
Verb:

serial killer, truth seeking, what they doing to us
finder heavy grinder, Los Cucuys
the slaughterhouse is open for business, and the lines are unruly
but we got this like sure grip, this some sure shit
we the sure shot, kick down your doors, this that shit, raw
made into a demon from a early age scheming
fuck the law, we're Scarface dreaming
my parents tried the warn me, they couldn't comprehend the meaning
I'm not a nice guy, I'll take away your nine lives
see the black and blank in my eyes, I won't even blink twice
I do what I want, I say what I want
I take what I want and if I die, then I haunt
I'm an asshole, artillery shells are hard to handle
I'ma dismantle you for practice, take a picture then I'm making moves
nothing to lose like Martin Lawrence
fuck it, this song don't even have no chorus

Fubar:

serial killer, seeking victims daily
I'm sick, but not trying to let the symptoms phase me
I'm wanted for going against the system, mainly
I kill people but only when the rhythm makes me
I'm a little disturbed, with lines that'll shatter your dome piece
and flows that'll stagger your whole team
in the past people tried to capture and clone me
but instead, they could only manufacture the old me
look up and witness the massive tidal wave
immediately after a cold breeze
taking your nine lives
claiming your rhyme nice is like saying Satan is Christ-like
I slice when I want, divide when I want
the life of a spawn, if I die I'ma haunt
life's a game, I'm a knight you're a pawn
I'ma exorcise demons from the night to the dawn