The Wounded (2003)

Actors

• Carlos Alvarado (actor)
• Jim Azpilicueta (actor)
• Matt Azpilicueta (actor)
• Nick Azpilicueta (actor)
• Raul Azpilicueta (actor)
• Shane Azpilicueta (actor)
• Ryan Baderman (actor)
• Bill Balleger (actor)
• Sunny Bee (actor)
• Mark Bowen (actor)
• Lombardo Boyar (actor)
• Bruno (actor)
• Richard Callender (actor)
• Joseph Calvino (actor)
• Aldo (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Drama

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• On And On And On - Outkast
• El Presidente (feat. Jeru The Damaja) - DJ Honda
• So Amazing - Termanology
• Keep Firin (feat. Mad Joker) - Ill Bill
• Boom Bap - Diamonique
• Grand Opening - Doap Nixon
• Mike T's Funky Scratch - Compton's Most Wanted
• Likeness Of Vanity - Ringworm

{scratching}
"The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"
"The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"
"The beat-beat" "Goes!" - "The beat" "Goes!"
"The beat" "Goes!" - "And the beat" "Goes!"
[Big Gipp]
Well it's the dip monk (?) execute parachute
(?) this Gipp man, lovin that orange brother
Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy
Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy
Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
In ya (?) seat-painted we could settle it
DF the Family, below they still sellin it
Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella
Black crow nest don't buck back
Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick
Another comin for the excaliber hit
That shit, who the next gon' dip with this?
[Hook] - 2X
And the beat goes,
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
"And the beat" "Goes!"
[Big Boi]
In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythem of the rebel takin over
Crappy clubs and burros
You'll try to censor it and stop it
But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
They tellin lies to my fellow Americans
Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros
The Dungeon Family steady jammin as the beat goes
We know famili that the Dirty ain't no equal
My name is B-I-G and keep me to a tree hoes
White Gutz, white wall ties, and white name
With so much love why do we need hate?
Cuz everybody played it fool, we bouncin in ya place
Gotta grind till he give me yo' shine, you shake and bake like
[Hook] - 2X
[Cool Breeze]
Even when a G be bustin, ice-cold crushin
Ladies be touchin, and the club be rushin
For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter
See me to the fullest cuz I'm more than just a rapper
Slash actor - and producer on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, strong house leader
The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
DF each a rider, like a wood driver
With 'em on the court I'm hittin jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, deep like a diver, +Rich+ like Pryor
Ain't no higher!
[Hook] - 2X
[Witchdoctor]
Witchdoctor come wit it!
I'm your words from your heart beat skip
Hit me, I'm workin off my hip
And I keep a box of extra clips
Cuz haterism is a trip
And I come out the +blue+ like a Crip
And believe me asses'll get whipped
Georgia's biggest mess
My new bone gon' drink milk from his momma's breast
Fielders of this stress
It was the music that took you
Put you in a pot and cooked you
If this was (?) I'd cook you...
[Hook] - 2X
[Khujo]
It's so gritty
Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider
Northwest alumini dwellin in Decatur
Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato
I can't stand on purpose tellin you didn't know yo' poppa
Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
We comin up like escalators
And if you say you the best then we ten times greater!
Candy-ass and seeds melt away like Now-and-Laters!
Erase yo' data! With this nigga chaser!
And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser!
[Hook] - 2X

[Intro]
(scratching)
It's the old sama
Of the commie sama
With the Ichiban DJ
King of the Iron Fist
We nasty at this
[Jeru]
Jeru the Damaja, DJ Honda, unorthodox
Off beat style, Musashi style
Lyrical swordplay
And it goes like this, check it
[Verse One]
Black Castro up on me, Fidel Negro
King terrific can't be hit
You're wastin' time, spendin' ammo
Scientists balance pol-ar
Digital mic throw chips in your moolah
Hardcore nucle-ar
Ain't the devil happy? Har-har
Rich rap star keep the sol-ar manifestation
And the stars succeed to the sun in this mathematical equation
Police still on my dick like an invasion
Lock me up, snatch up the transportation
Went to in New York, South Pacific migration
Wack emcee's watch this nigga's frustration
Believe me when I tell you that I dictate the mic like Fidel does his nation
Keep it flowin' like libation
Big heads the perfect for decapitation
Cook rhymes 'till they el dente
Lock down the mic like El Presidente
[Chorus]
(scratches by DJ Honda)
+Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+
[Verse Two]
Conquer more dips than the late Hannibal
Terrain gets too rough, I ride the beats like wooly mammals
Smokin' shit like Joe Camel
Fatally inhale
Double-0-seven but you still got tail
Q's scrambling device must have failed
Spies, thick thighs, and mics get mil, lies
Deception, military prowess
Fat bitches, tours, and microphone powers
Chemical warfare and mortar showers
Once again blowin' up shit like the Twin Towers
Poison miles for enemies or whoever devours
Holdin' shit down until the last hours
[Chorus]
(scratches by DJ Honda)
+Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+
El Presidente
Fidel Negro
DJ Honda
Black Castro
Musashi be doin' it like that
Lyrical sword style, you know what I'm sayin'?
Puttin' all emcees out on they back
Can't handle it
You don't know it hits you 'till it hits you
That's it
We done, finished

[DJ Premier:] "I'll tell you this much, you know a good thing when you see it"
[scratching]
"We gotta, move to a different place"
[Termanology:] Uh hun
[DJ Premier: scratching]
"He's-gangsta-pimp-hustler"
"Are you ready"
"Termanology"
"Are you listening, do you know what I sayin'"
[Termanology] One two
[DJ Premier: ] "Ter-Ter-Ter"
"Termano-"
"Nology"
[Jadakiss:] "Tryin' to tell 'em that is the flow son... "
[Verse 1: Termanology]
Aiyyo
Scratch Magazines had the flows untimely
Then they ask why have an Eminem sign me
Ask myself the same question everyday
Well, I'm sweatin', still baggin' up grams of Bouday
Yo, Jay
You should hit me up
Cause I can go to the Roc or Roc La Familia
Bring that stock up
You could stock up
On a couple platinum plaques, I throw the Roc up
Just some shit I thought up
But it probably works
So hit me if you need some quality work
I'm the most underrated
Underestimated
Unsigned new cat to rap
See, I hit every label up
They said, "Damn, you could rhyme
You the best cat out we can't sign"
Well, that's fine
Cause I'm a remember
Each and every one of y'all faces when I make it
[Chorus: DJ Premier]
[scratching]
"Termanology"
[Big L:] "I'm deadly when I pull the pin out"
[Pos:] "Every word I say should be a hip hop quotable"
[Jay-Z:] "The flow's so amazing, nigga"
[Verse 2:]
Who you know makes in a turn, riddle me this
If you don't say Rakim, you better say Kiss
Styles P
Kool G or Pac
Anybody else, I put 'em up in the box
They say
Lyrically, I'm the new AZ
Cause if I really wanted to, I could keep up with Nas
Term is like Earth, Wind & Fire
Rims and tires
But you can't ask people, they buy ya
So I'm the flyest sire of this side of Elmyra
I'll walk past papayas and into the fire
Chillin' with Mya
Crushin' Mariah
While I'm, fuckin' with Tyra, you fuckin' the virii
I got
Latino respect like Carlito
Since
Way back with Stretch and Babido
I'm in the lab, it's just me and Primo
The ghost of James Brown and the soul of Chris Rios
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Puff hear this?
Take a meeting the next day
I won't say shit, I just tell them to Press Play
Yo, Dre
You should hit me with some beats
I'll write the whole Detox in one week
The sun rises in the east
But it sets in the west
So I ain't got an S on my chest
I'm the best new artist, out that's on the market
Who you think your girl feeling up the iPod with
You give me a mil? I turn into 50
Watch me diss every muh'fucker who ever diss me
My kicks is crispy, sippin' on a Formula 50
Bitches sayin' when I'm tourin', they miss me
I'm so Ludacris, I could be D.T.P.
Get it crunked like TVT
These A&R;'s hear me, they gon' lose it
Man, it's just Common Sense, it's good music
[Chorus]
[DJ Premier: scratching]
"Term-Term"
"Term-Term"
"Term-Term"
"I'm-I'm deadly when I pull the pin out"
"The-the flow's so-so a-mazing"
"Nigga"

[Intro/Chorus]
*Scratching*
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Yo, yo, we influenced by your mental situations like God and Satan
Flood your block with crack cocaine like Ronald Reagan
Contemplating every move that I make, balance the scale
I bring death and give life there’s no chance that I’ll fail
Ride for a greater cause, engineer homemade bombs
Coronation of thorns brought forth by hatred and scorn
Babies are born to kidnap people you cherish
Waging a private war in the streets with zealots
We symbols of God and morbid angels
Billion dollar corporation torture chambers spread across your nations
Controlling the truth, the holy book’s in chrome that shoots
In your home were truths where television owns the youth
We the last of the clear thinkers, Madd Joker, Ill Bill
Now bear witness in the basement we repair pistols
And build weapons, kill misconceptions
And murder any intention you may have to end us
We keep firin’
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Madd Joker]
Eh yo, flat foot police searching daily in our streets
Look if we back away it’s for murk me
Pigs em always hungry and greedy
They born like vampires, heart and blood thirsty
Black and white cruisers ?
Equipped with officers that hunt I and I
Like them ? safari
And it’s them that put we in a clear and present danger
Mine’ll stand solo so bullets with tips made of hollow
Seek out then penetrate the swine bone marrow
Yo, despite the casualty number retaliation fire
Still we best countermeasure
So we paint a bulls eye picture
Right between the eyes of the Babylonian copper
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I gotta make my way out, fuck the safe route
Pull the gat up out my waist now, everybody face down
Blaze a gun, who’s the unpatient one?
Stand still, no sudden movements, I got an itchy tongue
Don’t tempt me, let off till the clip is empty
Keep it coming rapidly, I spit split hollow tips vocally
The stress of a mobster, death to an imposter
Pull back on the trigger with the grip of a Gila monster
Mostly over tempers, women, money, and drugs
Keep firing like an engine with twelve immortal spark plugs
A mask and dark gloves but thugs can’t stop the heat
Police fire at us, that’s why we call them the beast
Non-stoppable shots rock off thoughts of full Glocks
Knock off who gonna stop after ? on top
Any longer after this testing my freedom’s blasphemous
Enough with your attempts to capture this

[Mixmaster KD:]
[scratching]
"Nique-mon-mon-mon-mon-dia"
"Nique-mon-mon-mon-mon-dia"
"Nique-mon-mon-mon-mon-dia"
"Mon-mon-di-di-di-di-dia"
[Diamonique:]
You know the style
You know the name
Chillin' in the top
But it's still the same
[Mixmaster KD:]
[scratching]
"Di-di-di-di-Diamonique"
[Diamonique:]
[Verse 1:]
Boogle in the dance
Boogle in the dance
Boogle in the, boogle in the, boogle in the party
This Diamonique here to wake up everybody
With an instant classic like this was "Lodi Dodi"
No west coast slang, you better ask somebody
She's a hottie with a body mixed with Bonnie and the shotty
I could whip you with a battle verse or make you move your body
Whether if I'm feeling hostile or if I'm feeling naughty
Naughty By Nature, they love to hate ya
Hate to have to get your body braced up
I'm ready for war, got the Air Force laced up
Back up, rude boy, get ya face maced up
I fuck your face up, now turn the bass up
Tear down the club, fuck the whole place up
Sweat out your clothes, run the hoe's make up
For the windows, DJ's, turn the bass up
[Chorus:]
[Diamonique:] You know the style
You know the name
Chillin' in the top
But it's still the same
West coast is back, taking over the game
[Mixmaster KD] "Di-Diamonique"
"Nique-mon-dia"
[Diamonique] You know the style
You know the name
Chillin' in the top
But it's still the same
West coast is back, taking over the game
[Mixmaster KD] "Di-Diamonique"
"I'm like a diamond when I shine"
[Verse 2:]
It goes
Boom
Original rap
Get bitch
Slapped for talking bullcrap
You ain't gangsta, bitch, you ain't never pulled strap
How y'all hate a west coast that rap like that
I ain't
Holding my tongue, got a trap like that
Two G butterfly, cause I'm phat like that
Keep up the hating, get a cap like that
What's worse
They probably slept on the first verse
For the second I record this second, I started rippin'
This no question to reppin' the I.E. when I'm flippin'
And my suggestion is bump a Diamonique when you dippin'
And my profession is teaching these hatin' bitches to listen
And I ain't stressing the hate from hater shit, I hate this shit
Haters are just mad cause they ain't the shit
At the type of destruction, already tastin' it
Ain't no escapin' it, my time is now (Let's go)
[Chorus:]
[Break:]
[Diamonique:] Boogle in the dance
Boogle in the dance
Boogle in the, boogle in the, boogle in the party
Boogle in the dance
Boogle in the dance
[Mixmaster KD] "Nique-nique-mon-mon-mon-di-dia"
[Verse 3:]
I'm a little like Missy, butterfly, fox ragin'
Boss lady, queen of the hill, (??) Steele
The west coast next generation of real
Nique got game, playa, pass me the pill
It's a 7-0-somethin', it's just the first quarter
Runnin' up the slaughters, game is not over
The way these bitches hatin' is flagrant foul
Believe I got next, I kill who got now
[Chorus]
[Mixmaster KD:]
[scratching]
"Back up, back up"
"Nique-mon-dia"
"I'm like a diamond when I shine"
"Back up, back up"
"Nique-mon-dia"
"I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm like a diamond when I shine"
"Back up, back up, back-back-back up"
"Nique-mon-mon-mon-mon-dia"
[scratching]
"I'm like a diamond when I shine"
[Diamonique:]
Mixmaster KD
Street Light
Fresh...
For 2003...

[Chorus:]
[Scratching]
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
[Verse 1:]
Severe rap, fear that, Philly bring the beards back
Trigger like a fish make a nigga change the beer tap
Grand opening, ready for that biznap
Streets full of blood, you ain't letting your kids out
I make a rapper wig out from the lyrics
They can't see me, I'm a spirit born to be fearless
I'm a promoter I'm colden days, shoot like a soldier blade
Throw a fit quick, probably break your fucking shoulder blades
It's only right I spit this verse on a cold night
Came to bring the flame and burn your rep for your whole life
I'm so nice competition is dead weight
A head case can't get my fucking head straight
My shit spit critical like a fed case
Crazy, got you niggas huffing that lead base
Massive meltdown, bring the red tape
Pharaoh clique rap keeping my breath break
[Chorus:]
[Scratching]
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
[Verse 2:]
When the beef heat up it'll pop the meat thermometer
Head on collision put your teeth full speed in the speedometer
The rapper rappers hate the most, my career blasting off
Cause I went underground platinum with The Gatalog
Four discs of torturer shit
And when I'm with my Pharaoh counterparts you get hit with the poisonous whip
My brother Doap Nixion the flow sickening
We put a bow on an opponent's forehead cause the dork said he's so gifted
(Oh no he didn't) well yes I did
I'm wild like an orangutan mixed with a gangbanging Mexican
Shining like the aurora borealis is
Swung so many nunchucks with my my thumb tucked my palm developed callouses
Armed with 40 calibres I will give you paralysis
We just set a date to bullet holes and mark your calendars
Huh I'm just honest so you can save your comments
Eat you for a cheap dinner like I just ate ramen
[Chorus:]
[Scratching]
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
[Verse 3:]
Let's go, don't bang with me, fuckface get your shirt wet
Drunk monks sing lullabies with cursed vets
They tell me to stay strong when I feel weak
That's why I'm this monster when I kill beats
From Flyers to Bruins I'm with Elijah with ruins
My head wrapped but got ties with the Jewish
Yeah so pay homage cause I'm so on my own thing
It's like TNT when me and a microphone mix
Nothing but bangers added with anger
That means you can find me on your corner with bangers
I'm tired of these niggas yelling that they got shit
It ain't worth nothing when you step in a moshpit
My body shots will loosen up your bowels
My right hook will spin your wig around like an owl
So I really don't care when you tell me I'm foul
Cause the kid got class with incredible style
[Chorus:]
[Scratching]
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled

Scratching
Suckas, pack up your shit,
And all your bunk DJ equipment.
Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent.
So be prepared to be measured for a coffin.
Your fucked up, wick wack scratch is kinda soft and
faggots, please I dont think you can tag this.
Cuts deaper than the depth's of Atlantis.
But then they ask, 'how low can you go?'
No questions this is my DJ's solo.
So freak it, go ahead Mike get kinda funky.
sharp like a guillotine, kick ass like a donkey.
If there is any contenders you can't match,
My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch.
Scratching.
One more introduction,
In other words I'll keep bussing.
Lyrics after lyrics, so keep on rushing.
Technique 1200's is what he's using.
Blow after blow Mike T is 1-2ing and 3ing,
but don't forget about the E and
who's got the back up. So punk just slack up.
Dont cross his path cause he'll put you to the test.
Reminds me of the wicked witch from the west.
So for your own safety I think I ought to
Tell you its curtains and then flip the quarter.
So stay in last place, you just can't match
My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch. geah.
Scratching
Back for the mutherfucking '91
My DJ Mike T's in the fucking house.
Down with the MC Eiht, Compton's Most Wanted Crew.
Housing the mutherfucking set.

Scratching
Fingers numb, knuckles raw
Bloated and fattened for the kill
Pounding
In the heart, in the hands
Cesspool of embyronic scum
Holy hands caress and savour you
But I do the things you wish you could do
The witchhunt is on
A sin of loyalty and love
The witchhunt is on
A moral switch to fuck the dove
Severed season, mass decay
It ushers in a new age
The witchhunt is on
A sin of loyalty and love
The witchhunt is on
And I'll kick and scratch and bite my way towards the sun
Scratch, I'm scratching away