Especially, with lyrics like these, banging in your headphones:
“Bow Ties and Brown Liquor
I rhyme sicker than a
96’ drug dealer
Rimmed out, Chains
out,
Guns showin’
My mail is open
My phone is tapped
I killed rap
I brought Hip-Hop
back
It’s the Return of
the Hip-Hop fiend
Tell them boys to ‘Kill
that Noise’
This is Hip-Hop on
Steroids
To all the
non-believer
I was baptized at
St.Peter
I gotta 9mm
It’s deeper
Than the Grim Reaper
Three can keep a secret
If two of them are
dead
Somebody is working
for the FEDS
Remember, what I said
From the song Dope
Boy Fresh
For more information on this album contact Eric D.Graham at lbiass34@yahoo.com