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1. Cracka'edOut

Cracka'edOut

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2. TheBizz

TheBizz

Another unmastered unfinished track from master of slackas, the Cracka

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3. DirtyDraws

DirtyDraws

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4. DippinSauce

DippinSauce

Some Wise Cracka Dippin Sauce for that ass. Something i threw together and decided I wanted to keep. There's a little bit of clipping but this is just a lil sketch pad. Figured I'd share. Why not share? Sharing is good.

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5. WiseCrackaDubTracka

WiseCrackaDubTracka

Not even sure how to categorize this track. Dubstep? Why not!

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6. WhatItIzz

WhatItIzz

Ain't no thing but a chicken wing

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7. HeavyPetting

HeavyPetting

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8. Holla-At-Ya-Robot-clip

Holla-At-Ya-Robot-clip

A lil something i've been messing with off and on for too long now. After hearing it again, think I might put some more work into it and finally finish it up.

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9. TheWiseCrackaMix

TheWiseCrackaMix

Dubstep mix done on Halloween afternoon 2010. One pass with no edits.

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10. 2InTheBush

2InTheBush

Kinda self explanatory here.

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12. NewJackTrack

NewJackTrack

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13. FunkyBeat

FunkyBeat

Still most definitely a work in progress, but I figured I'd let ya'll see what I've been working on.

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14. Red Dot Remix x THC

  • Published: 2014-05-20T06:36:11Z
  • By THC
Red Dot Remix x THC

Liquid G Don’t know my name learn quick Lifes a bitch turns twists Light wics burn bridges When u gonna learn bitches That liquids flow is difficult Feel like blow think we need a bigger boat Dip it lo and ride it out chop sticks china town finest chick trying to tie me down I cut the strings and oped out of it U talk shit online anonymous drake that aint where the bottom is problem is brained washed a lot kids Hooked on pain killers n klonopins To cool now to give they ma’s a kiss Hate loud say something I make cash they make fun Been a-1 since day one Food speak cake talk Competition cake walk Second that my names called My enemies are awol Yall keep bitching menstruate kick the shit outta your sensi hold the key like ben frank hos stick like wet paint liquid doesn’t do it for stupid minded so if u do rewind it youll find it quite refreshin passa step in PassaSpliff squashin no more options for the old ways sick a shopping Aldis gonna be the next Jay Weather its Cole, weather its Hov cant deny what I've wrote cant define what I am If I plan to be understood (shit) seek to understand that's them wise words from a bold man props out to Liq.. Helpin hands bound to get bit ya I'm blackin out when I spit I got oil all in my rig ya im finna go get get lit guess it's props to all my haters took advice from Liq "you only good as your last favor" Cracka... SO you tryin to sign or run the roc when I die, the gods die, the Norse called that Ragnarok I'm a tazer in a bee hive buzz got your crowed shocked you want s'more u aint had any i guess we'll call that sand lot cracka I be old school the kinda cracka that'll roast you you know that I'm a go to there's so much i can show you (they made me do it) these light shows worth half a mill don't fuck with labels give rappers deals no fashion sense my confidence is my mother fuckin sex appeal

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15. Stinkers to Biddies: Finnegans Wake pages 593 and 210-213

Stinkers to Biddies: Finnegans Wake pages 593 and 210-213

Fly Agaric 23 reads from Finnegans Wake by James Joyce. (Pages 593 and 210-213) http://shannanigumswave.wikispaces.com/ Artwork by CHU www.schudio.co.uk Part:1 Episode:7 Page:210 jary every dive she'd neb in her culdee sacco of wabbash she raabed and reach out her maundy meerschaundize, poor souvenir as per ricorder and all for sore aringarung, stinkers and heelers, laggards and primelads, her furzeborn sons and dribblederry daughters, a thousand and one of them, and wickerpotluck for each of them. For evil and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's bann and a barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee; a cartridge of cockaleekie soup for Chummy the Guardsman; for sulky Pender's acid nephew delto�d drops, curiously strong; a cough and a rattle and wildrose cheeks for poor Piccolina Petite MacFarlane; a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and blankets and shins between them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn Mmarriage; a brazen nose and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a papar flag of the saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff for Pudge Craig and a nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigby; waterleg and gumboots each for Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan; a prodigal heart and fatted calves for Buck Jones, the pride of Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim for Val from Skibereen; a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Ballyclee jackeen; a seasick trip on a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan; a louse and trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy Mackenzie; a hairclip and clackdish for Penceless Peter; that twelve sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a drowned doll, to face downwards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls for Blanchisse's bed; Wildairs' breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue Dot a big eye; to Sam Dash a false step; snakes in clover, picked and scotched, and a vaticanned viper catcher's visa for Patsy Presbys; a reiz every morning for Standfast Dick and a drop every minute for Stumblestone Davy; scruboak beads for beatified Biddy; two appletweed stools for Eva Mobbely; for Saara Philpot a jordan vale tearorne; a pretty box of Pettyfib's Powder for Eileen Aruna to whiten her teeth and outflash Helen Arhone; a whippingtop for Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman's Lane a penny wise for her foolish pitcher; a putty shovel for Terry the Puckaun; an apotamus mask for Promoter Dunne; a niester egg with a twicedated shell and a dynamight right for Pavl the Curate; Part:1 Episode:7 Page:211 a collera morbous for Mann in the Cloack; a starr and girton for Draper and Deane; for Will-of-the-Wisp and Barny-the-Bark two mangolds noble to sweeden their bitters; for Oliver Bound a way in his frey; for Seumas, thought little, a crown he feels big; a tibertine's pile with a Congoswood cross on the back for Sunny Twimjim; a praises be and spare me days for Brian-the Bravo; penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona Lena Magdalena; for Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla, Mamilla, a bucket, a packet, a book and a pillow; for Nancy Shannon a Tuami brooch; for Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a cooling douche and a warmingpan; a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher; a hairpin slatepencil for Elsie Oram to scratch her toby, doing her best with her volgar fractions; an old age pension for Betty Bellezza; a bag of the blues for Funny Fitz; a Missa pro Messa for Taff de Taff; Jill, the spoon of a girl, for Jack, the broth of a boy; a Rogerson Crusoe's Friday fast for Caducus Angelus Rubiconstein; three hundred and sixtysix poplin tyne for revery warp in the weaver's woof for Victor Hugonot; a stiff steaded rake and good varians muck for Kate the Cleaner; a hole in the ballad for Hosty; two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten on the pop for the daulphins born with five spoiled squibs for Infanta; a letter to last a lifetime for Maggi beyond by the ashpit; the heftiest frozenmeat woman from Lusk to Livienbad for Felim the Ferry; spas and speranza and symposium's syrup for decayed and blind and gouty Gough; a change of naves and joys of ills for Armoricus Tristram Amoor Saint Lawrence; a guillotine shirt for Reuben Redbreast and hempen suspendeats for Brennan on the Moor; an oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and musquodoboits for Great Tropical Scott; a C3 peduncle for Karmalite Kane; a sunless map of the month, including the sword and stamps, for Shemus O'Shaun the Post; a jackal with hide for Browne but Nolan; a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance; all lock and no stable for Honorbright Merreytrickx; a big drum for Billy Dunboyne; a guilty goldeny bellows, below me blow me,for Ida Ida and a hushaby rocker,Elletrouvetout,for Who-issilvier -- Where-is-he?; whatever you like to swilly to swash, Part:1 Episode:7 Page:212 Yuinness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for Festus King and Roaring Peter and Frisky Shorty and Treacle Tom and O. B. Behan and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran and O'Delawarr Rossa and Nerone MacPacem and whoever you chance to meet knocking around; and a pig's bladder balloon for Selina Susquehanna Stakelum. But what did she give to Pruda Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and Briery Brosna and Teasy Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Maassy and Zusan Camac and Melissa Bradogue and Flora Ferns and Fauna Fox-Goodman and Grettna Greaney and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan with Simpatica Sohan and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La Mesme and Philomena O'Farrell and Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and Snakeshead Lily and Fountainoy Laura and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy Frances de Sales Macleay? She gave them ilcka madre's daughter a moonflower and a bloodvein: but the grapes that ripe before reason to them that devide the vinedress. So on Izzy, her shamemaid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight, life past befoul his prime. My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's dusind with tithe tillies to boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub ! And Hibernonian market! All that and more under one crinoline envelope if you dare to break the porkbarrel seal. No wonder they'd run from her pison plague. Throw us your hudson soap for the honour of Clane! The wee taste the water left. I'll raft it back, first thing in the marne. Merced mulde! Ay, and don't forget the reckitts I lohaned you. You've all the swirls your side of the current. Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Who said you're to blame for that if you have? You're a bit on the sharp side. I'm on the wide. Only snuffers' cornets drifts my way that the cracka dvine chucks out of his cassock, with her estheryear's marsh narcissus to make him recant his vanitty fair. Foul strips of his chinook's bible I do be reading, dodwell disgustered but chickled with chuckles at the tittles is drawn on the tattlepage. Senior ga dito: Faciasi Omo! E omo fu fo. Ho! Ho! Senior ga dito: Faciasi Hidamo! Hidamo se ga facess�. Ha! Ha! And Die Windermere Part:1 Episode:7 Page:213 Dichter and Lefanu (Sheridan's) old House by the Coachyard and Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on the Floss. Ja, a swamp for Altmuehler and a stone for his flossies ! I know how racy they move his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda like that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it? Lying beside the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost it! Aimihi! With that turbary water who could see? So near and yet so far! But O, gihon! I lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure and moravar again. Regn onder river. Flies do your float. Thick is the life for mere. Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look, look, the dusk is growing! My branches lofty are taking root. And my cold cher's gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye or erewone last saw Waterhouse's clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh. When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach! I'd want to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! There's the Belle for Sexaloitez! And Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew! Godavari, vert the showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them here now? Ay, we will. Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread mine on mine. Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went is rising. I'll lay a few stones on the hostel sheets. A man and his bride embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The strollers will pass it by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to the fire and this for the code, the convent napkins,twelve, one baby's shawl. Good mother Jossiph knows, she said. Whose head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Wharnow are alle her childer, say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some here, more no more, more again lost alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch of the Shannons was married into a family in Spain. And all the Dunders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland beyond Brendan's herring pool takes number nine in yangsee's hats. And one of Biddy's

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16. Point Em' Out VIP [Clip]

  • Published: 2012-09-04T03:04:14Z
  • By HogGnac
Point Em' Out VIP [Clip]

"The Wise-Cracka" and myself made a remix of a track of his titled "Point Em' Out" Enjoy. please play with a nice SUB

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17. MC Rigor Feat. @Twit_terrorist - P.O.P.E, prod. Fx-M Black Music

  • Published: 2016-06-22T09:54:39Z
  • By RIGOR
MC Rigor Feat. @Twit_terrorist - P.O.P.E, prod. Fx-M Black Music

Lletra per @Twit_terrorist (no està gravada sancera): Vatican Resident P.O.P.E When I grab the mic u know I'm so dope that people call me the christian Walter White but we ain't playing, we raise the body count I'm like the Police Chief @ Ferguson but in here all lives matter Better go to check at quarantine cuz u kno I'm sick on the mic u're like a kid who never broke a curfew You can't move me, I'm Stalin at the jam I'm your Berlin Wall u babbling, your rhymes,stalling u're falling apart Imma sending ur ass to purgatory with Saint Peter flexin' I'm the Holy Trinity got skillz,dope and the pussy So O.G you can call me pater I fuck so many bitches I'm Darth Vader because like him *coughs* I'm your father I'm like Augusto Pinochet on a mission: I'm droppin' the competition I'm talking about Jesus, no science, no fiction No shame on my game cuz I'm still the same even I don't give a shit if feminist hate me cuz when I murder on the mic I'm man spreading you're a Seat, I'm a Lambo like Opus Dei I'm (no homo) Muthapucking G like Eazy-E come on toys, who's the challenger? Yo step off the bed still wild, still insane imma fuck your brain creeping like Mercader my rhymes are my piolet 9 AM and I'm still kick in it still sick, I got the might you can call me your ex clit cause you "Can't touch this" You fuck with me?You have a deathwish Coming atcha like second coming of Christ unlike your ex, I'm coming first Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk my preaching is violent and wack you get outlined in chalk Still dodging bullets from my haters you can't touch this, like Ali Agca but sure you can bow down to this cracka You spit shit,I don't even flinch Like Mayweather I destroy u in the clinch so you can kiss this (like did your kids) I won't stop even in the Lord's Day you tried to cuss me now i'm your doomsday now I'm not the one who needs to pray One homeboy tried to be wise and the Lord gave him disease Fuck you Steven Hawking like a computer now he's talking So you better don't deny the real G.O.D Reppin Jesus from Tokyo to the NYC the mic goes down like I in your GF pussy Don't diss me fuckin' queer cuz I go silent, creepin' like Muriel's biker They saw me rollin' now they hatin' Diss with me? time to sleep w/ fishes Need shoes? try this Cemex push you out of bridges,now we even this is ur 9/11 Yo yo yo I'm back on my feet ppl call me FedEx because I deliver I'm like an US policemen: I drop all the niggers Cuz you can't front this Pope The king,the infamous you can call me Neil Degrasse because I can kick out Uranus I must had an erection cause I'm coming hard at you still king of VC,no competition I'm uncle Phil: I trash any fool Hands to the roof, this is your 9/11 I kick you out the building but we aren't even throw you like God @ Eden I must be a pedo cuz I fuck these kids but also you will suck to this no problem faggot: you son know it fits I'm the king, you must be the jester cuz you only make me laugh, aight? Instead of rhymes u should be drop weight I set the room on fire but ain't muslim got power and money but ain't jewish I multiply my flow like it's fish

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