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...looking deep inside your eyes, and then smell your fear, yeah!...
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Chi-Town's Finest
"...it has risen ya'll..." Ya'll know the deal, Cruci-Fix, cofounder and CEO of the Antiphon Empire would cordially like to invite you to the sounds and recordings of one of the BIGGEST and MOST TALENTED independent hip-hop movements coming straight out of the heart of this nation... CHI-TOWN STAND UP!!! Giving you pure and unadulterated hip-hop, non-stop! This ain't a game or a get-rick-quick scheme, what you are witnessing right hurr is a... PURE LOVE FOR MUSIC... nothing more, nothing less! Love us or hate us, we gon' keep moving regardless! We just hope we can give you what you want and need for your listening pleasures! First and foremost, I must give all my love to Rio (R.I.P) and his family... without him, this Empire would have never risen! Much love to the fallen soldier... Also, thanks to my mans/genius producer Prince Earl of Blind Empire Productions (the man behind the music)... Now to introduce all my fellow Emperors, Rio (R.I.P), The Practitioners (Carnage, Diagnosis, & Wax), Chukky, E. Reg, Lil' G, Prophecy, Chozen 1, T. Daddy, Joker, Luie D Hustle, Nuke, Ellis, & Chellie... The construction of hip-hop's new empire has initiated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,174
Peak in subgenre #650
Author
Written By: B. Fix & C. Brown
Uploaded
January 25, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Just letting people know all the bullshit that goes on "round here", and that alot of dudes who claim that they superhuman above this and that, we can look in their eyes and see the truth... E. Reg laid his verse down right on the spot, and laid in 2 takes and he hustles more than he rhymes, but I'm tryna get him to focus cuz he could be a force to be reckoned with... dont fear men bcuz men must die, and battle no power but the ruler above us...
Lyrics
4... “Smell Fear” Instrumental: Memphis Bleek “Round Here” - M.A.D.E. [Roc-A-Fella] Cruci-Fix: I let you know Antiphon can smell the fear/ spreading clear across the Chi all the way out to Belvidere/ next we’ll get New York and west to California/ this goes to them boys at Western and California/ don’t test Illinois, cuz troops will deploy and destroy ya/ you can run but can’t avoid the repercussions/ cuz you can meet the sleeper’s cousin/ like Nas said, it’s a “State Of Mind” so please join the deep discussion/ you creeps is nothing, Cruci keeps it coming/ numbed to the pain son, I ain’t feeling nothing/ you dudes is really fronting acting like you dealing something/ but really, you’d cry your eyes out if we peeled an onion/ we blow smoke, round here, no joke, round here/ they even sell raw coke, round here/ all year, sensitive eyes swell up with tears/ we’ve developed a sixth sense cuz we’re smelling your fears… HOOK - Cruci-Fix: Smell Fear (yeah) Smell Fear (yeah)/ Cruci, E. Reg, and you know we Smell Fear/ (yeah) Smell Fear (yeah) Smell Fear/ (yeah) look into your eyes and then smell your fears (yeah)/ Smell Fear (yeah) all year (yeah)/ let’s get things clear, that I can Smell Fear/ (yeah) Smell Fear (yeah) Smell Fear/ look deep into your eyes and then, smell your fears… E. Reg: We grinding everyday chasing them big stacks/ them Cadillac bitches with fat booties and big racks/ ain’t no telling what these kids can do/ fiends loving me cuz they paying $90 for 2/ but you?, I see the hate in your eyes/ maybe it’s cuz… all the moves I make end up being dollar signs/ and the OG’s are loving the kid/ they see him out doing old shit that they did/ with simple arithmetic, I get my point across/ by all means, do what you gotta do to floss/ cuz I’ma wild out and shine at all costs/ niggas out here, they be serving that bunk/ meanwhile we riding slow, with pounds in the trunk/ got enough weight to last my niggas the whole month/ what? We do what we do, it ain’t hard to tell/ cuz I ain’t getting interviewed by XXL… HOOK - Cruci-Fix Cruci-Fix: Bodies rot and you can’t flee from the smell/ so I’ll put three in your chest and then see you in Hell/ don’t fuck with Cruci, I’ll put you under a spell/ make you kill yourself, and your mother as well/ so your wig round here and you know Cruci’s splitting it/ goofy fuck standing there like a stupid idiot/ I wrote the Illiad as a lonely lil’ kid/ now I’m blowing up, and my dough is so legitimate/ I’ve grown a lil’ bit don’t hold the chrome no more got my homeboy getting rid of it/ Rio told ya’ll there’s folk getting murked for claiming IG/ don’t point the blame but think I don’t have a steady aim then try me/ it’s a deadly game, I find veins for IV’s/ keep the heat beside me, crime scenes neat and tidy/ don’t come to me with a amateur rhyme, manage your time/ challenge Cru-Fix, I’ll take two bricks and sandwich your mind… HOOK - Cruci-Fix
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