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"What We Do"

(verse 1)
SAINTS back up in the place so make way for the freight train, vacate the gateway, mayday the tame, saints they comin like an ak aimed straight at yo FACE/ ima sonic boom, heat seekin missile and i spotted you, neva slow down wit a flow sound so down gonna take ya whole town ova, ima GREAT/ like tony the tiger, throw me the lighter, take a puff puff then i float even higher, if you hatin tough luck cuz we bust tough dumb punks ya cant even touch us TANKED/ raps what i do, hand me a brew, take a beer bong then i pass it to you, had a few too many brews ima spew puke you better move soon dude BASS/ i feel it in my veins, spittin to obtain an array of things, takin aim at the rap game, breakin chains cuz the fame and pay thats what my fate portrays


"Let Me Out" solo

(hook)
(let me out, let me out) i wanna leave ya but i dont know how/ (let me out, let me out) no more smiles baby all we have is frowns/ (let me out, let me out) i know we in love but in this case that just isnt enough/ (let me out, let me out) let me outta this place i cant take the pain its too much

(verse 1)
this song is dedicated to the first girl i truely loved, before i got the groupie love, before my name was tip-c/ it was chris see, thats how she knew me, wasnt in it for the music just in love with yours truely/ in the beginning everything was good our relationship was great, never no hitting not a thing could ever make these feelings change/ poor fools we were, living proof we were supposed to be, an example for all to see that true love can be/ but you lovin me wasnt enough for me, i thought about bustin free but never had the guts to leave/ you trusted me, busted me, cussed at me, wouldve thrown a bus at me, if you possibly could/ boxed up your goods, said your movin out, movin out, movin out for good... and we stayed together, kept hangin on, afraid to ever, break our bond...

(verse 2)
now let me set the story straight, i know the way shit ended up was 90% my fault, i chose to fornicate/ ima whore you aint, but its hard to stay faithful when fine hoes at my door await, shit i had four today/ i was born to mate, with pretty women who adore the Saints/ no more pain, fuck a relationship my mind is surely changed/ but thats only how i feel half the time, should i ignore the flame we have or add gas ignite?/ shine it bright enlighten, those who by love are frightened, so they fill the hole with drugs and writin/ sounds quite enticing, ohh that might be, because it sounds just like me, below the icing/ load the pipe D i need to slow my mind speed, and find the reason why this anger grows inside me...and we stayed together, kept hangin on, afraid to ever, break our bond...

(verse 3)
let me outta this confusion, love is so elusive, beauti-ful at first and then it turns abusive/ produces, tears broken hearts and lies, far and wide, i guess thats just a part of life/ the truth is, i really tried to make it work but we grew apart, i apologize for what its worth but you knew at heart/ shit i knew it too, me and you just couldnt do even after everything weve been through/ held everything against you, bitch you kissed who with who trick bitch you kissed his dick too, didnt you/ hidden truth be told it was me creepin seekin and peepin a different piece of ass for the weekend unknown/ til you got a hold of the phone, i know it was cold brittney i just want you to know/ im sorry


"Why You Wanna" ft. Lil Timmy

(hook)
(why you wanna fuck with me huh?) lights flash like im bout to hijack all i gots a dime bag/ (why you wanna fuck with me huh?) harass me cuz my pants sag i aint even doin nothin that bad/ (why you wanna fuck with me huh?) nothin better to do than mess wit a dude ingestin a brew?/ (why you wanna fuck with me huh?) fuck police ive had enough of you judgin me


"Get Up"

(verse 3)
saints are in the buildin everybody throw your hands up (hands up), hands up cans up drink til your drunk lets have fun slam one/ raise em to the ceilin come on everybody stand up (stand up), stand up catch up refill your cup then grab anotha/ up ya better get, chug your medicine, am i drunk? hell yes ima bit of a veteran/ levelin eleven shots, spittin incredible letters and predicates the best and can never get topped/ forever we pop, (bottles models) this chick wants it you know she gonna (gobble swallow) tip-c's cock cuz she know that ima/ rapper baby its fascinating she love it, passed debating she masterbating we fuckin/ preheat the oven ill be in in a minute just let me finish this gig and then swig a sip of this guiness/ in it to win it thats why im gonna spit til the finish, diminish the critics, if you really feelin this shit then...


"KMK Wannabe"

(hook)
i guess im just a kottonmouth king wannabe (wannabe), i guess im just a kottonmouth king wannabe (a wannabe), i guess im just a kottonmouth king wannabe (wannabe), well punk guess what (what?) i aint ever been a wannabe, im just a saint

(verse 3)
guess im just a wannabe ooohhhhh im just a wannabe/ come on bro now honestly ooohhhhh im gonna slaughter these fools/ you cant do, what we do, so you talk shit, time to show you who the boss is/ quit with the bullshit, i spit wit a full clip, leavin you dull wimps i the rain/ (just call me hurricane) make way for the saints we pavin lanes/ makin a name for ourselves (ya) not subnoize or strange/ kottonmouth kings and tech n9ne are influential but dont use this pencil to induce these mental images in your mind line for line every rhyme every thought is mine/ so tell me what you talkin bout?, i aint no wanna be kottonmouth/ saints are gonna be rockin crowds, keep your teeth shut 'fore we knock em out


"928 Anthem"

(hook)
welcome to the city where the river flows, bhc AZ bump your stereos (928)/ kick back relax grab a beer its cold, one week without a party thats a miracle (928)/ crusin down the 95, who you bumpin while you drive? (928)/ whos down to ride?, rep your city 928 this the place where the saints and the finest reside (928)

(verse 1)
what up its tip-c (tip-c), hella sick when i spit these (spit these), flows like dominoes so methodical im phenomenal sip these (sip these), drinks itll make you feel good, real good, (bitch please) sit on my dick and feel wood/ this is where we comin from (9), underneath the sun (2), where the river runs (8), we claimin number one (928)/ the place we call home (born and raised) and take them beer bongs to the dome/ dont get along wit too many, cuz they attitudes shitty, but for the ones who feel me, gotta throw it down for my ci-ty/ bhc, the place where the saints be, and we got three mates each, so your sheets may need bleach/ come and catch us at olearys pub, where we bust fairly drunk, fallin out our chairs and stuff, clearly love the beer we chug/ 928 baby and we comin legit, tip-c high-c d-smoke and cannabis


"March of the Saints"

(hook)
this is the march of the saints, (drill) sergants obey, (real) arts what we make, (skills) far from you lames/ left, right, left (hut, hut) left, right, left/ this is the march of the saints, (drill these) bars in your brain, (really) hard never tame, (skills be) sharp as a blade/ left, right, left (hut, hut) left, right, left

(verse 2)
follow the leaders as we proceed to inject you with ether, swallow the beat until it makes you choke and it causes a seizure/ infests your urethra, and births a newborn Hades, a blood crazed baby that craves raves, brains, and comes out your vagina to eat ya/ what a horrible creature, swipe the ground from beneath ya, leave ya in a state of darkness, (ssenkrad fo etats)/ you have now been comatosed, the effect of an overdose of lyrics so cold they make your spirit shake and devour your soul/ im outta this world like a supernova, gonna blow up, explode, bust, my flow so tough/ all others below us, the flows untouched, got the underground sewn up, you jokes we crush/ show me love punks cuz i spit with the sickness, witness the quickness as i aim and destroy these hit and miss bitches/ Saints not a bit fictitious, but this shit is ridiculous if we dont make it to the top of this, yall fake and we the opposite


"Feel Good" solo

(verse 1)
ya lets do it, get loose get drunk, Tip-C new music homie boost it up/ movin up in this rap game cuz it aint a damn thing for me, hatas better loosin up, pour me/ another drink another shot of the patron, half a dozen bud lights just to get me in the zone/ walk up on a hun like babygirl whats goin on, im fucked up and i love life baby let me see your thong/ they love my songs, love the way i spit, with the verses quick, shits so legit/ no one close to this, game is over quit, cant nobody touch a whiteboy so sick/ yo throw your hands up, (i feel gooood), yo throw your hands up, (i feel gooood)/ yo throw your hands up, (i feel gooood), yo throw your hands up, (i feel goooood)

(hook)
this is how we do it feel the beat drop, welcome to the movement party nonstop/ wiggle that waste babygirl you look goood, take a lil taste it'll make you feel goooood/ this is how we do it feel the beat drop, welcome to the movement party nonstop/ wiggle them tits babygirl you look goood, take a lil sip it'll make you feel goooood

(verse 2)
lets get this party crackin like a chain reaction, keep the bottle passin now the place be happnin/ ladies dancin, mackin on the saints because they say we handsome/ must be the way i blast them, lyrics out my mouth like bullets like they comin outta magnum handgun/ you cant run, fingers on the trigger when i pull it haters quiver it delivers shit you cannot fathom/ this is how we do it when you party with the saints, cannabis in the place so you know we smokin dank/ d-smoke feelin great wit a smile on his face, tip-c gettin tanked come on and celebrate/ yo throw your hands up, (i feel gooood), yo throw your hands up, (i feel gooood)/ yo throw your hands up, (i feel gooood), yo throw your hands up, (i feel goooood)


"Psycho"(3rd verse)

im a psycho... damn right im psychotic, need antibiotic, name a sickness i got it/ and isnt it ironic, how i can get up on the mic and amplify the product.../ im on a rampage, tryn to build up a fan base, fast paced/ came to far to stop halfway, the pathways lit and ima stick to it cuz i cant change, im passed aid/ ima spit fluid every verse every line, wise like a buddhist when i murder every rhyme/ whiteboy gettin to it ya you know im on the grind, aint nothin to it i just drop it on a dime/ psycho in my veins, psycho in my brain, psycho in a cage and im bout to go insane/ mentally deranged, feelin kinda strange, caught up in a rage tip-c thats my name im a muh fuckin...

"Takin Over"

(hook)
we got rhymes for days, we comin like the plague, its our time the saints (we takin over)/ self taught, self made, never had a producer we learned the studio traaade (we takin over)/ and if you hatin sayin you dont really feel it, what?, you know i dont give a fuck (we takin over)/ gettin closer, gainin exposure, might just explode ya cuz (we takin over)

(verse 1)
i feel like im stuck in purgatory, a better life is waiting for me, this average life is getting boring, when in my sights all i see is fame and glory...
listen to these words when i speak, what was at first a dream, a make believe thing, is now becoming clear/ with these beats we bring, unleash demon beasts on a loose leaf sheet with ink, we brung terror/ and its unfair, how people with half the skill attract mass appeal and make grands and mills/ wearin fancy grills, rollin classy wheels, homie pass the deal to someone who raps for real/ (we takin over) better get out the way (we takin over)/ you mainstream fakes that make bank with lame waste can vacate the game we devour/ time to change lanes, erase the same thing radio mainframe, the replays make me sour/ for hours, maybe one day we will tower up above but for now the underground is ours

"Phantombinal" (3rd verse)

we comin better than ever, our rhymes stay fresh and so clever/ its been one hell of an effort, but its finally comin together/ dont need to shoot them berettas, to prove how strong our vendetta/ so tell me who can do better, we crushin all our competitors/ leave em lost in the dust, and its just a must that we bust/ and we fuck up in the clutch, cuz we know our flow they cant touch nooo/ we make them ladies say hi hooo, head high and my eyes loooww/ cuz we puffin on hydrooo, thats why we duckin from 5-0/ we put it down for the A, straight comin out the 928/ the sound that we spray great, but dont get alot of plays/ so how can we maintain, to do this without getting paid/ if youre down for your state, then rep the Saints on myspace/ vibrate, this in your system and turn it up and cause some migraines, this is our mission no givin up/ vibrate, this in your system and turn it up and cause some migraines, this is our mission no givin up

"Elevated"

(hook)x2
trippin, on them mushroom caps and, half a gram of 40 strength salviaaaa (holy fuck!)/ were so high, floatin in the sky (yikes!), elevate your minds and fly with meeee (elevated, elevated)

(2nd verse)
im trippin balls man, floatin with the stars man, like an astronaut whos lost all contact/ from this earth, and all the people in it, words cannot explain the sensation that im feelin/ so this verse, is not a verse at all, its just me trippin balls, a psychedelic adventure to mars/ at first it starts, with a bic twist rip hit from a bowl of that silly trippy herb its called/ salvia... divinorium, hold it in thirty seconds trip is sure to come/ aliuns have took controll of your cranium, they the ones that make you look like youve gone crazy son/ laughter, is all you hear all thats there, youve become aware no sign of humans anywhere/ pastor, perform an exorcism on him cuz hes speakin tongues demonic and i dunno what his problem is

"Lets Get High"(2nd verse)

lets get high, lets get high, one hit two hit three hit five/ now we up in the sky brains up in the clouds, i aint eva comin down turn that frown upside down/ we gettin blazed today, straight baked we stay, we in a daze for days off the dankest hay/ and i dont give a fuck what them hatas say, i had about enough i aint changin ways (nah)/ so break that bud up motha fucka lets get elevated, look at my eyes red yes you can tell im faded/ and i aint eva gonna stop til im dead or famous, so just sit back as i take your mind and escalate it/ we take them bong hits, that leave you on long trips, we spit that bomb shit while we rippin chronic/ hella sick thats what they call it, fts and the saints you cant top this, come on

"Panties Droppin" (1st verse)

let me see them panties drop... drop em down drop em low, let me see them panties drop... drop em down to the flo/ eenie meenie minee mo, which position shall be chose, we can do it fast or slow, im just hear to let you know/ your o aint unreachable, (your o aint unreachable), my flow is unbeatable, (my flow is unbeatable)/ my girl she dont need to know, your man he dont need to know, get the dick and lick it slow, li li li li lick it slow/ get on top baby and ride that pole, i love the feeling inside your hole/ so wet your pussy like a dream, you make me lose all mind control/ just might be my finest ho, definitely not the brightest tho/ cuz when i say its time to leave, you dont think its time to go, wooaaahhh/ i already tried bein faithful and it didnt work, the shit is far to painful now the chick is hurt/ cuz tip-c gotta flirt, but if you want come over here and drop your skirt

"You Fake"

(hook)
(cuz you fake you fake) everything that you say, everytime that you breathe just a fuckin disgrace/ (cuz you fake you fake) them hoes you aint bangin, them shows you aint playin, them flows you aint bringin/ (cuz you fake you fake) i suggest you stop talkin and back the fuck offa this crew cuz we aint stoppin/ (cuz you fake you fake) back the fuck out my face its the saints puttin yo fake ass to shame

(verse 2) god damn motha fuckas why you runnin your mouth, tip-c in this motha fucka shutin you down/ you can fake this sound, you cant brace me down, your a disease and i find it quite amazing how/ you can talk all this shit, (shit) sayin you the shit, (shit) claiming you the king when you really just a bitch (bitch)/ you aint ever done a thing man youre full of lies, cuz you fake you fake and you can deny/ i can see it in your eyes i can tell by the way that you try to be hard when youre clearly just a lame/ tryin to be a star but youll never see the fame, ima tear you apart so you never speak again/ now im flowin through yor veins and straight into your brain, just listen to my lyrics and the meaning they contain/ and if you dont feel it i got one thing to say, im on a mission to the top and ill never be tamed

"Gotz to Go"

(verse 1)
sikk nikk, dick lick, better learn to spit quick, leave your ass retired when you fuck around with this click/ bitch quit, cant nobody battle the Saints, we spit sick flows that make you shake and rattle your brains/ this goes, to all you hoes who think you can hang, i gotta fist fulla lyrics that i cannot contain/ so when i diss youre gonna feel it like i splattered your brain, Tip-C motha fucka and im bringin the pain/ remember the name, we puttin you fake rappers to shame, ahead of the game/ my click is spittin nothin but flames, so fuck all you lames/ how you wanna go and call us out?, you rap like youre in preschool homie find a new bus route/ get the fuck out cuz we had enough of your tough mouth, monotone with no flow you make me think fuck wow/ how can this kid think hes lyrically great?, when he sounds like shit at the epitomy state

"Party Song" (verse 2)

its time to party, tip-c is in the buildin with bacardi/ fucked up thats how im feelin lets get naughty, cannabis help me out cuz i can hardly, cuz i can hardly.../ walk or talk shit i can hardly fuckin breathe, multiple rips off the bong got me seein in threes/ subliminal thoughts when im gone tellin me to keep goin, a coupe more shots to the dome now im feelin like flowin/ now im in my zone, finally got my head right, step up tothe mic and you know ima spit it tight/ sippin on a bud light with a bitch on my side, hittin on them drugs like rippin everything in sight/ this our party song (song) we do this all night long, recognize how we live dont you ever get it wrong (wrong)/ dont ever get it twisted, im double fistin, tip-c cannabis dsmoke stay lifted

"The Terror"

(1st verse) cannabis light the fire man we makin some ash, times bout to expire for this hata talkin trash/ make them flames higher just pour on the gas, lets get this fuckin liar up outta the back/ of my car ya he likes to talk hard but he aint said shit, since we broke both arms and busted his lip/ now look at this, hes caught up in a mess, tied up in my trunk with his mouth stapled shut/ lookin speechless, i said speechless, now you take the head and ill get the feet lets/ get this chump out to his finall destination, and lay this punk to rest with no sign of hesitation/ its ok bud youre just goin on a vacation, huh did you just cry, you better hold it inside/ you wanna lullaby, ill give you a lullabyebye, your gonna die bitch now get in the fire and fry fry

(3rd verse, 2nd half) im a landmine, bring that typa shit that leave you flatlined... you hatas cant rhyme thats why you always gotta talk shit, im a mastermind in my prime sick of all this nonsense/ spittin shit thats toxic, left and right like boxin, dont like it you can pause it, i aint ever stoppin/ i can see youre jealous of me that dont mean you gotta hate me homie, its not my doing not my fault you chose to be fake and phony/ so let the hate keep growing, ill grab a pen and pad, and if i dont make it flowin, (shit) i gave it all i had

"Unbreakable" (solo)

(verse 1) sometimes life just seems like its so damn hard man, bustin my ass just to pay one car payment/ but you gotta stick wit it never fall behind in it, cuz the government says you aint shit withut good credit/ sometimes i sit and think of how my life could've been, if i made some different choices and i would've kept that throttle pinned/ i was comin up quick man i was comin up fast, my motocross career it came and went like that boom splat (boom splat)/ from the top of the world then found myself on my ass, lower than the grass, dreams shattered/ but youll find these low times get better like they say the sun shines brightest after bad weather/ keep goin stand tall you gotta rise above it, forget about it all even tho you mighta loved it/ learn from experiences make the best of it, tip-c im on top my rap game and im lovin it

(verse 2) cuz im unbreakable, like i said you cannot stop me, its inevitable i never fall takin jabs like rocky/ in the midst of it all thinkin of all the good this life has brought me, the best of it all good health great friends and a family/ ive been in the position, thoughts and worrys got your head spinnin, feelin down and out, life is not how you envisioned/ tryin to figure out, why this life is even worth livin, bad things in this world got you locked up in a mind prison/ break free and youll find heaven, lovin life is my vision, take this as my word these rhymes ima keep spittin/ all the pain inside me, goin down in ink written, and if youre not behind me shut your mouth and please listen