by Chill Bump on album Ego Trip

Eyo. We came to rock the venue, then to swallow several shots of Jäger, followed by twenty Vodka/ Redbulls. My liver's probably yellow. Watch my body tremble like a pot of Jell-o: We party hard cause

by Chill Bump on album Ego Trip

My story was planned... All was programmed… Crammed at the core, recording dope jams. I'd hold my umbilical cord with both hands and flow to my cardiograms… In the calm, I'd go ham, conjure barbar

by Chill Bump on album Ego Trip

"You know what no one wants to talk about. Hate. I know all about hate... It starts in your gut, deep down here. Then it rises, hate rises Fast and volcanic... Rise to wild fire You clench your teeth

by Chill Bump on album Starting from Scratch

What if your whole fucking life has been one big waste of time for everybody... Including yourself. I'm all for thinning out the human race. There are just too many fucking people. Anthrax, Smallpox..

by Chill Bump on album Starting from Scratch

Jesus, why don't you have a fucking drink? Cause you're driving everybody crazy with this shit... We get wasted on a regular basis, party 'til we're red in the faces, D D Dance, revving the basses, '

by Chill Bump on album Starting from Scratch

Nobody can stop somebody else from drinking a part from locking them up. And... There is no magic cure. There is no magic cure. When I drank, I was extremely promiscuous, flirtatious... I would also g

by Chill Bump on album Starting from Scratch

(This Track is pure Fiction) I’ve been teased a few times but it’s been reasonable, See it’s cool, she causes riots when she takes me to school. People drool when she’s walking past. Before c

by Chill Bump on album Starting from Scratch

…Kid we been around for ages We've been through different styles and phases Fiddled round with riddles, sounds and phrases Been ripping out some pages Been to distant towns and cities, from ripping

by Chill Bump on album Back to the Grain - EP

Here we go now, quit recking my stereo-sound Spitting rhymes like a merry go round Talking ‘bout your heavy fo' pound Your barretta, your cheddar, your megalo style Fella, quit messing around Measur

by Chill Bump on album Back to the Grain

Here we go now, quit recking my stereo-sound Spitting rhymes like a merry go round Talking ‘bout your heavy fo' pound Your barretta, your cheddar, your megalo style Fella, quit messing around Measur

by Chill Bump on album Back to the Grain

Eyo check this, I don't got no lexus, no rocks, no necklace, I don't rock rolexes, role with big-shot, Guap collecters, I'm not so reckless, not so macho, I'm not so sexist hip-hop professors judge me

by Chill Bump on album Back to the Grain

Got Blood, Got Sweat… Leakin' out of the Pen Hip-Hop is in a hospital room and out of breath, Now the youth has got a pillow in hand and we truly powerless, Who these stupid lousy wrecks? These fool

by Chill Bump on album Back to the Grain

Life's absurd! Life is senseless! Why make sense when I write a sentence? Gimme a word, like pretentious, I'll give you a rhyme, like contentious. On the mic I'm offensive, MDMA plays with my mind and

by Chill Bump on album Back to the Grain

Light the haze 'til my brain is firey, pour me fourty fourties 'cause I hate sobriety, gimme a mic, wage, the right stage and I'll be rhyming for nine days entirely. This white page inspires me… I'm

by Chill Bump on album Back to the Grain

It ain't nothing but truth; Every song, every loop was put together with love and didn't cost any loot. This EP is a strong F You to every label trying to make dough off any group. We don't give a shi

by Chill Bump on album Hidden Strings

Man I got to Shit I need to Man I got to, shit I need to Find me a Five Minute Breather. Let me inhale, let me exhale, start off this day with a fresh smell The city is synonym of pressure, it s block

by Chill Bump on album Hidden Strings

Woken up early by one of the room cleaners, with a used, wrinkled rubber dangling from his loose penis. In a sweaty-shirt, his blurry eyes are red, his head is hurting, there's a hooker still inside t

by Chill Bump on album Hidden Strings

"Cocked, locked and ready to rock (You can't shut me up) Rough, tough and hard to bluff (You can't dumb me down) I've got no need for coke and speed (You can't shut me up) I've got no urge to binge an

by Chill Bump on album Hidden Strings

Melancholy Melancholy Melancholy Melancholy Melancholy Melancholy Melancholy Melancholy Sonny was brought up to believe money is God. His parents pressured him into studying hard. When he finished law

by Chill Bump on album Hidden Strings

I don’t have to tell you things are bad Everybody knows things are bad The dollar buys a nickel’s worth Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is