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Los Cucuys Vol. 1

by Los Cucuys (Verb & Fubar)

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1.
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
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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
3.
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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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