OCP Rah!!!

This is mad old but I liked this beat and flow much that I had to post this up. lol!!!!

Nextel Chirp/ OCP RAH (skee-you)

hook
O dot
C dot
P dot
Rah motherfuckers

Verse 1
They say my peoples is loco
we be beating up popos
we be shooting 4-4's
drinkin hennie or soco
don't be next to get ya ass kicked
or get blasted
I snap faster than elastic
in the club it gets real drastic
head gorilla in charge, call me the silver back
cock the hammer back
I got banana gats
Don't make me have to clap
cuz once I clap mack
there ain't no clapping back
vests on i'm shooting thur that shyt
like there ain't nuttin there bitch
think that I'm bluffing
I'll get the dumping
slugs is what you'll swalla
hot shyt in ya ass that'll make ya holla
and make em say

hook
O dot
C dot
P dot
Rah motherfuckers

chorus:
where my niggas at (AYO!)
where my peoples at (SKEE-YOU)
where my niggas at (AYO)
where my peoples at (COO-COO)


Verse 2
Rob my nigga Lo-Lo
fuck with him is a no-no
champ the champ-pe-on
He do what can't be don (done)
Deezill aka the Nema
whose is clean-na
who want it, come get it
dome shoot, now you get it
fuck being the hardest
I'll be the smartest
our wits is the sharpest
be down or be targets
pop pop pop
till somebody drop
somebody mama gon cry
cuz somebody gotta die
cuz of..

hook
O dot
C dot
P dot
Rah motherfuckers

chorus:
where my niggas at (AYO!)
where my peoples at (SKEE-YOU)
where my niggas at (AYO)
where my peoples at (COO-COO)

The Sky Is the Limit/ The Energy

This is one of my favorite beats of all time folks, so I had to write to it. I dedicate this to all my fam, fans, and friends. Enjoy!!!

The sky is the limit/ The energy
intro
Cmon and fucking stand up
Now please get your hands up
Now gon light it up and get them lighters up
Keep your goddamn hands up
That’s the way to do it all my people liven up
Now that you all got me hyping up
Its time to really start this party started party up
My people lend me your ears and listen up

Hook:
Give me your energy
I feel your energy
Can you feel the energy
I’m feeding off the energy
I’m loving the energy
That love that you’re sending me
I can feel it enter me
That makes you a part of me

Verse
Now if you listing to me
I’m giving you a piece of me
That’s making you a part of Weez
And that part of me
Ought ta be
Close to your center,
Where your veins meet your arteries
So pardon me
I might be getting lil bit ahead of me
That’s because me thoughts is a racing,
Got me pacing
Staring in the mirror at the monster,
Wonder what the fuck I’m face-to-face wit
Look towards the future never scared of what I’m facing
I came from slums where if you make it out,
Your peeps is the ones that’s hating
Ever since, I started spittin that murder game for my gang,
They’ve been calling me Jason
Now that I put a fire in they ass,
Everyone catch a whiff of them biscuits baking
Yellow liquid fill they boots they scared,
I know I hear the splash while they shaking
I chose to lead never follow
Move out my way, you’ll see the path that I’m taking
Scratch that, you’ll be able to see the path that I’m making
Hard to understand like heavy accents on Haitians and Jamaicans
I joined the Corps and went to war for my nation
On two separate occasions, that’s a fact without a need for debating
Now who tell me to my face they reppin harder for our nation
Yeah I didn’t think so/
most of my age group is bunch of fucking zeros/
I like the show but I don’t like Heroes/
Taking back words ain’t right like Righteous Kills no Dinero/
I do what I do, knowing that the guilt will pass/
And I’ll do it again all they gotta do is ask
Put the crosshairs on ya head for the right amount cash
Mash fast or pull up pull up and out blast mash and dash
But until ya’ll call, I’ll be here looking like I’m patiently waiting
But I’m anxiously shaking cause I’m excitedly waiting
The sky is the limit/
So when your head’s in the clouds so you’re halfway in it/
That’s what my mentor said to me/
Knowledge is power, so thank you Jonas sharing your energy/

Hook:
Give me your energy
I feel your energy
Can you feel the energy
I’m feeding off the energy
I’m loving the energy
That love that you’re sending me
I can feel it enter me
Now don’t you want to be part of me

So give me your energy
I feel your energy
Can you feel the energy
I’m feeding off the energy
I’m loving the energy
That love that you’re sending me
I gave back what you gave to me
Now you all a part of me

Hero/ No Heroes Hook

I finally wrote a hook after listening to the instrumental so many times. I'ma definately put it down on this beat people please believe it.

No Heroes

Hook Part A
we be, chain snatchers
Kidnappers
Bitch grabbers
About face when black masks coming at you
Bullets pe-uming pass you
Gimmie that, its only time I’m gonna ask you
we be chain snatchers
Kidnappers
Bitch grabbers
About face when black masks coming at you
Don’t be a motherfucking hero
I dare you be a mother fucking hero
Around here

Hook Part B
we be chain snatchers
Kidnappers
Bitch grabbers
About face when black masks coming at you
Bullets pe-uming pass you
Gimmie that, its only time I’m gonna ask you
we be chain snatchers
Kidnappers
Bitch grabbers
About face when black masks coming at you
Who wants to be a hero
We don’t like motherfucking heros
Around here

shorties 3

we've come a long way from what you gon do and we the realest my niggas/
still we the realest niggas/
and you still chilling with us/
thats why niggas still feeling us/
got ladies so curious/
but now we much more serious/
static on the mic, not sure if you still hearing us/
or listening, so people listen up/
yes there's a difference kid/
Weez is no more, ya Coy has now appeared
and ya boy still kicking/
get on the move when I get done sticking/
see me flex so hard on these fools my shirt starts ripping/

Party With Me (incomplete verse)

I haven't come up with a hook for this verse yet. As a matter of fact I'm not even sure if I want to add a another verse or do anything else to it. If you guys like it or want more to it I'll write a hook for it and most likely change the name. Personally, I think this is kinda trash. Folks please hook me up with some feedback.

liquer on the liver and we got all types of drugs/
we all know you don't need scissors to go and cut a rug/
goose, tron, and the hen/
thats what we gon piss out in the end/
in the morn we see all the bottles/
and all the bottles, they all be hollow/
the ladies in the bed, they all be models/
and as a matter fact the models, they all do swallow/
for now while we all tipsy, let's all get busy/

shorties 2

man this is just a way to express my feeling right now....

lately ive been so depressed as fuck/
even if i tried man couldn't give a fuck/
but then again, thats just my luck/
caught in the quicksand once again my ass is stuck in rut,
wat a pain in the butt/
i tried to be true, but i'm not true to myself/
honestly to me honesty is just a word in itself/
breaking mirrors in the house, cause i'm can't stand facing myself/
have you ever been so conflicted with yaself/
thoughts of suicide, but you to in love with yourself/
i'm self loathing, self owening, self loving (low-ving)/
fucked in the head man, i'm so unknowning/

"Chiefs and Indians" verse

This right here I heard the song and instantly had to write to it. I have a habit of feeding off of Rob and David, I think thats why we always mesh so well together. Now I present my newest addition "Chiefs and Indians" by Robert Frost (formerly known as Roblo) and David Roberts (formerly known as nemA and Deezill).


Trouble aways comes at the worst time possible/
so while ya'll sulk I just overcome every obstacle/
nothings impossible, my mind's twisted like a rasta "do"/
I sleep with my eyes open/
liquor in my system got ya boy Coy paranoid toting guns smoking/
that's double irons/
shh i think i hear sirens/
how you all chiefs with dots on ya foreheads/
I make moves on the low to get more bread/
cause then then comes broads that give more head/
too many claim boss with no subordinates/
and they tripping, with no coordinates/
you useless like detonators with no ordinates/
but this is nothing new just some fucking boring shit/

Shortie 1

He's banging his head against of the stall walls of the head while trying to combat boredom in the night and mofo next to him rack keeps him up with snoring in the night.
He's so sick of all this shit and sick MRE's and the fact the MRE keeps him from taking shits. Don't like having his hair cut, but he's told he has to get his hair cut.
He loves the pride and the glory, the comparing and trading stories, everything else is just extra is a pain the damn butt.
Stupid superiors trying to tell him whats what.
Tests, trials, and tribulations, not to mention all the people that's hating.
The journey will countiue, he just has to learn to make due.
Let's play the game of life time to press on and continue.

!!!!Breaking The Bank!!!! Coming Soon

I HAVE AN ASSOIATE THAT INFORMS ME THAT HE IS AIMING TO START HE OWN CLOTHING LINE CALLED "BREAKING THE BANK". I HAVE SEEN SOME OF HIS DESIGNS AND THEY MOS DEF WHATS POPPIN'! SO, BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT FOLKS. ITS THE LOGO WITH PIGGY BANK BROKEN BY A HAMMER OR THE SAFE WIRED WITH EXPLOSIVES.

I Want This Forever/ On My Solo

Iight people listen this one right here I wrote in maybe a half an hour or so. I had the basic idea of what I wanted to say and where I was going to take it. Most of my time was spent fixing the odds and ends to make it work for my style. Its just funny, because I heard the beat in my sleep the other day. I woke up out of my sleep and downloaded the instrumental right then and there. It only took like 5 minutes, which is amazing because the net is slow out here (Camp Gruber, Oklahoma). As soon as it was done it wrote woke everything down in my phone. Yes, my phone, I couldn't find a damn pen and paper that worked. The rest is history and with no further adu "I Want This Forever".


It may not mean nothing to ya'll
but understand nothing was given to me
i made this far on my own
i'm on my effing solo man
been on my effing solo man

Verse 1:
Seriously, what nigga besides my evil twin can step to me/
but I am the evil twin thats right I refered to me/
I'm nothing sweet, I'm sugar free, haha man no equal/
I'm the summer blockbuster movie that needed no sequel/
first and the only and there will be nothing after me/
looking in the mirror seeing a monster knowing that its only me/
I took a risk and changed up my alias poof and there he be/
I'm so outta this world I'm considered an alien/
I'm getting souped up and they like oh boy there he go again/
clear some room, watch as Coy get on his peddle stool/
yeah I know man I can go act a fool/
get it straight even drunk I'm never bent/
blessed with a curse, my survival is alway heaven sent/
even so with some change I know I'ma never change/
its a promise I'll keep up the same ole things/
its ok i'm good to go, I'm on a roll/
slow mo is so much better than no go/
watch me pick up speed and activate my go-go flow here I go/
*never been a pretty boy but ladies love my mojo/
now you know half battle haha yeah yo joe/

I just added this verse wrote it last night

Verse 4:
Showcase my skills, just to let you know I got my rhymes tight/
Stingy on tracks, you might as well go get ya own mic/
Cause once I get the blood rush, its hard to share the lime light/
Step correct, I break necks worry bout ya ankles/
Ya boy got more strips then the captain the bangles/
Your body parts will mix and match, my guns will rearrange em’/
I’m so on my dolo solo I’m in streets without a clique to even bang with/
if they put my name in ya rap they better go and change it/
beat ya ass in public just to let you know I’m not the one to play with/
we play tag with them straps /
play hard and get your ass clapped/
ya bitch fucked bareback/
I’m the one to fear black/
On the highway to hell, while I puff heavenly/
Darth Vader, yeah gon breathe heavily/
I’m heavyweight on the underground, even though I weigh 180 ‘B’/
I ain’t gotta say it, but I will I gotta keep it streets ‘G’/
Oh my God, man this shit so damn easy/
Be easy/

* in some versions of the instrumental I can make that line fit
Be advised there WILL be more to this maybe 2 more verses and a bridge. Ayo David and Rob you down?

Freaky Things- Spoken Word Poem

Yes this was my first spoken word poem that I had ever written. Let me tell you right now you not want to read this if you are of the faint of heart or immature. I hope you enjoy.
PS: for all those new to spoke word, it is written like it how it sounds. so a comma is a lil breath or pause and a space is between parts is a longer pause.


The Freaky Things
By Wayne "Weez" Coy
Dec. 18, 2007

If you only knew

What I’m capable of and what cute dude I, like can do to you

Well have patience baby I’ma about to get to telling you

You see me I am matched by none

With the motion of my lips and a twist of my tongue

My words spin webs in your head as I whisper sweetly freaky deaky things that will echo in ya ear, images will be stuck in ya head

I could continue on and have you screaming for you take me to bed

Fuck it, cause this cat holds his own tongue for none, well may be some but for now that’s enough said

I can say things that'll get you wet in the panties

Slide em off and that’s what you will hand me

G string, thong, lingerie, never any granny panties open up and I’ll eat you up like a fat kid in the pantry

You know I got the magic stickBut right now you enjoying the places I lick

You ain’t gotta say shit

But you're welcome to give directions while my mouth muscle is going flick flick

Please believe down here I am a pro no nit-wit

I'm cleaver with it like i am with my wit with it

If her mother heard the mouth on this dirty little sorry if too hard I bit

Flip you over and lick up to your ass down from your clit

Right along the sweet contour line of that beautiful snatch... i mean slit

Legs got my head in a death grip

Running outta air till I’m like oh shit

Wick wick never mind if CD skip, skip

I’m eating good in your vaginal neighborhood, I'm looking round like I’m a mechanic under the hood

We not face to face, but baby I’m giving you face

I want that sugar on my tongue, please girl give me a taste

Wait till I start stroking Yes I’m so focused when I got ya legs open

I’m working with a monster, when it get on up

I was down, its time to let me love you up

And you know what’s up

Let’s stop clowning around so we can finally get on down now

Back to the subject at hand

Let me finish you off, so you can go brag to your friends about how you got yourself a real man

That’s known to spoil you

Let you get yours on top like oil let water do

Whipped no, i pity you, if you pity mecause i am the epitome of sexual greatness and prowess

Its my knowledge that gets me "a head"

So in bed i always have the edge

My girl is ex-static even when she is miserable she smiles, because of the things i can do

For her nothing is a won't do, i go to work like mami chula that’s a will do

She is in love with the voodoo that i do

Now right before you do what you do

When you look at that lady, never say what WOULD i do for you

Get that out your mind and you should be like baby there's nothing i would not do for you, boo

Not a verse.... Me Addressing feelings and my lyrics

OK I admit folks sometimes my lyrics can be mmm... how you say extremely offensive, shoventistic, too blunt, and flat out tacky. Yes, I know this. But, anybody who knows me, knows damn well how blunt I am and why I say things when and how I do. As for those who don't know. Here is my motto: "I'm the stirring rod in the coffee of life". Meaning I feel people are way to sensitive. So, when I say something its not in ignorance (most the time) or out of spite. So, beware and be aware I SAY NOTHING TO HURT ANYONE on purpose. But, if you do get offended let me know. You may get a "I'm sorry for hurting your softass feelings" or a "cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it". Have a Semper Fi-tastic time reading.

Just A lil Shorty

this is just something that I wrote when I was bored.

I was a baby in the 80's and Momz never tripped on the crack/
it was crazy how they made me, but I thank God for that/
too much to acomplish, no time to relax/
too much respect for ladies, I smash and dash but never will smack/
and any man that does I feel should get shot or stabbed/
proud to be a Momma's boy, pops wasn't there so blame him for that/
I know i'm the shit ain't got a need to brag/
I'd rather fuck and bust flows then pop some tags/
and as far as I'm concerned skinny jeans are for girls and fags/

On My Own (Birth to Dirt)

This is one of my newer verses. I really felt good about this one, because it seemed to just write itself. I mean granted it didn't write it itself (lol). It just seemed so natural. Its kind of a small part of my life that helped define me now. I'm still thinking of a title. Maybe I'll get an idea when I come up with a hook.

I never really had much in life,
but I always had my friend, family, and a way with words/
i was frequently asked why my point of view sounded absurd/
cause I saw life from 2-70 degrees while hanging on the corner and the curb/
not to mention my mind was fucked up the liquer and the herb/
when you waist deep in the streets and don't much to eat/
the hard floor and your growling stomach can make it hard to sleep/
grey hairs at 16, little nigga with big dreams/
full of God given potential, but everything ain't as easy as it sounds and seems/
don't trust anybody's word, cuz it only leads to broken hearts and shattered dreams/
its a harsh world with cruel people, pretending to be cool people/
i stayed in school but never seen classes called intro to evil people/
just when you think you found someone to trust, shit comes back around to bite you in the butt/
took me 18yrs to learn I was born by myself and when the time comes I'ma die by myself/
I stand by my balls and my word and I rely and put faith in God and myself/

Mumbling Thoughts pt. 1

In my anger I'm one letter short of seeing danger/
playing ding dong ditch on heaven's door,
I never met Him but God ain't never been a stranger/
Different strokes for different folks,
desperation and misery can make for strange bedfellows/
life and death's a bitch and they both hello/
so Lord willing I learn to stay mellow/
I'm so passionate about things that it eventually turns to rage/
its never been a good excuse,
need to stop acting my shoe size and start acting my age/
so i can stay outta cufs and get my ass up on the stage/
with sweat dripping, mic gripping/
I'm never scared and never slipping/
when my essensce is present,
its more like a present/
whip out, my lyrical weapons/
use my past to teach you a lesson/
all day everyday I can make the crowd sway/
I can get up in ya ears with the microphone or headphones/
never been deaf tone/
we are not alike i'm stone cold,
the rest of my age group sweet like cold stone/

See Em Creepin... My verse

Ok folks this one was the 2nd verse that I had EVER recorded on CD. It wasn't horrible quality, in fact I think it was pretty good for recording on Rob's porch. There are hidden lines in the verse where I give shout outs to a few cats I used to freestyle with in Cali (Konkrete Inc.).This was by no means one of my best works, but it is one of the few I remember off the top of my head. I never really wrote this it was a freestyle at first. But, I kept having a hard ass time saying "no excuses for loose lips". Either I would run outta air or I would stumble over the words. So, whenever you guys hear PJ, David, or Rob mention that its a joke on my bottom lips.

See Em Creepin

Verse2:

Sleep is the cousin of death, no threats yet
my niggas coming and busting,
ya niggas running and ducking
mowing the lawn from dust till dawn and dawn till dust
believe me in God we trust
but hands down, gotta love them fast bucks
best friends is enemies, the hood is that rough
ya niggas sleeping, we ain't hearing them now
snakes slither on they belly, man weeding them out
hissing with forked tongues, and ya'll don't really want none
stay up on my dick, while I stay on ya mind
my last lines,
ya'll blasting 9's, i'm blasting mines
ya'll call me blaster minds
I stay on the grind
vest won't protect disrespect the garden
fist, bullets, and words will be doing the harming
eat away at ya boy, like a moth to a garmet
no pardon, no excuses for loose lips
so cold, so ruthless leave them toothless
what 4 ya know that could ever go and do this
so you try and bite this, I'll leave ya ass lifeless
it took time to write this, but dispite this I'm the nicest

The Drive

When I wrote this one I had a lot things on my mind and they were mostly random thoughts. So if this seems like it has no form or logic thats why.

Now if you listing to me
I’m giving you a piece of me
That’s making you a part of Weez
And that part of me
Ought ta be
Close to your center,
Where your veins meet your arteries
So pardon me
I might be getting lil bit ahead of me
That’s because me thoughts is a racing,
Got me pacing
Staring in the mirror at the monster,
Wonder what the fuck I’m face-to-face wit
Look towards the future never scared of what I’m facing
I came from slums where if you make it out,
Your peeps is the ones that’s hating
Ever since, I started spittin that murder game for my gang,
They’ve been calling me Jason
Now that I put a fire in they ass,
Everyone catch a whiff of them biscuits baking
Yellow liquid fill they boots they scared,
I know I hear the splash while they shaking
I chose to lead never follow
Move out my way, you’ll see the path that I’m taking
Scratch that, you’ll be able to see the path that I’m making
Hard to understand like heavy accents on Haitians and Jamaicans
I joined the Corps and went to war for my nation
On two separate occasions, that’s a fact without a need for debating
Now who tell me to my face they reppin harder for our nation
And I’ll do it again if they asked
Put the crosshairs upon the head of Satan
But until ya’ll call, I’ll be here just patiently but anxiously waiting

Excuse Me Mis

I wanted to put this as my first post on here, conisdering that its my favorite song that I most likely will never find a beat for. Let me know what you think.

Excuse Me Mis

Verse 1

Excuse Me Mis

To agree with Big L, theres no such thing as miss right/
But to be honest I'd get with miss right now iight/
Well its seems/
That bitch mis-direction is friends with mis-coneive/
and when I got fucked by mis-conduct/
It was caused by mis-informed, mis-judge and that chick mis-trust/
I learned my lesson before I met mis-truth/
but I know mis-education, mis-transltion, and mis-advise are known too well by the youth
back in the day I knew mis-behave and mis-act can get down like that/
then that gold digga mis-take had to throw in the rhyme/
cuz mis-take's first name is my money and my time/
and I'd love to say I miss the hoe but that'll be a lie/
chorus
Ayo be careful round groupies of mis-recollection/
mis-connection, mis-communication, and mis-comprehenion/
hold up wait I think something's amiss/
oh yeah I forgot about mis-heard and how she's a stupid bitch/
but I never forget bout when I lift the dress of mis-adress/
and found out that shyt was mad grotesk/
I got mis-used by mis-doubt/
so I got my payback when I left her with her right foot in mouth/
as for mis-demenor, dog I swear I've never seen her/
so instead mis-fortune decided come around/
about the same time me, mis-assumption, and mis-judge started getting down/
I heard mis-representation was once a man along with mis-govern/
*so it was no surprise when I found out who they was fucking/
*so it was no surprise when I found out it was my people they was fucking?
no need to hate cuz hooking up wth mis-citation/
you'll be catching something from mis-type, mis-write, and even mis-calculation/
far as I'm concerned/
mis-match and mis-fire will never learn/
ya'll know I wrap it up extra tight so this-stick (my dick) is never burned/