LSD

LSD

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LSD, the THUG not the DRUG, the hottest new rapper on the West Coast burnin down a store near you this summer with super heated tracks like On One, Rampage, Mr. Inferno and the club rumbler 94 Bangin'. Live and Direct from Inglewood, hear how it really is in the hood a decade after the riots

Biography

On October 16th 1980, Jonte Rasheed McCalister was born in Inglewood, California where he learned the reality of the phrase "Do Or Die". By 10 he was rhyming hood stories to the older kids at the local high school making a name for himself. A loner, he quickly picked up the monicker Lil Solo Dog, transforming himself into LSD on stage and leaving listeners feeling like they had just had a massive dose of the hallucinagenic drug after hearing his grimey hood-fabulous lyrical manifestations. With inspiration from groups like NWA and artists like Scarface and MC Ren, LSD soon decided that music was his calling. Taking direction from his older brother, he learned how to put lyrics together and count bars, and to this day he composes whole albums in his head without writing them down, recites compositions to himself every night before going to sleep, and regularly reads the dictionary to add to his lyrical arsenal. Dedication is an understatement when speaking of LSD. Set apart from the crowd of wannabe gangsta rappers, LSD proves to be the real deal with listening appeal reaching all ages, there is a song for everyone in this artists bag of tracks. LSD is a REAL Gangsta, from a REAL Hood, with REAL lyrics, about REAL Street Life today.

Lyrics

Heatrock

Written By: LSD

VERSE 1:
Shut'em all down/and break'em off all somethin proper/but it seems like y'all had y'alls pants down when I caught ya/call national guard cops and helicopters/all the state choppas/solo dog bruisin all imposters/makin'em sick callin doctors/the female race they all jock us you can ban gangsta rap but it won't stop us like uh/bring it to em hard homeboy/round up every click and they'll all get destroyed/a convoy of soldiers just rollin down your block/hold it down while suckas like you is holdin down your glock/while we wreck shop my terf interlock and tight like a knot/makin it real hot look at the clock times runnin out on your spot/ so kick rocks and fully affiliated too deep/banged up flamed up west side nine fo street/do I gotta repeat/and plus I got some homies I gotta scoop/Inglewood on that ass like whoop whoop whoop

CHORUS:
A recruit givin salute ready to shoot/Inglewood troop horseman that execute/multimillion dollar deal laid back in the coupe/heatrock for that ass like whoop whoop whoop (repeat)

VERSE 2:
This the raw way the hog way the solo dog way it all pay to make it big you gotta start the small way/I got cats out in Vegas that'll serve yo ass real quick/pimps playas and hustlas real shit/it's hard to deal wit is it/the outkasted thugsta rednoze is all explicit/uncut dope is wicked/connected like Ice Cube and Dub C/but when you be Lil Bolo Blood me LSD/from the west side of the woods on these tracks/buy a couple sacks from the homie Big Mouse sit back and relax and get taxed like some paychecks/I got shit for y'all I didn't even create yet/but that's stage set/just consider me a hard to raise pet my ways set the guage threat off disrespect now he lays wet/and it can happen just that quick/no hesitation palm grip when I bust that shit/so chronic spliffs and that crist that you twist and big tits/along with wet pussy that always feinds for dick/pass it all over this way/I never did succeed trying to do things the legit way but this day I'm heated up to a point that's combustable Mr. Inferno picture perfect untouchable/and this time I'm goin straight for the loot/heatrock on that ass like whoop whoop whoop

CHORUS:
A recruit givin salute ready to shoot/Inglewood troop horseman that execute/multimillion dollar deal laid back in the coupe/heatrock for that ass like whoop whoop whoop (repeat)

VERSE 3:
It's my time and watch how many haters I make/when I shine watch how much space I take/an outbreak/and if they can't swim they all drown raise the roof comin through uh lay'em all down all towns/lettin off all rounds fall down and hang it up like telephone calls now draw down and make these fools vacate the premises/witness this power being held like nemesis/killin this wax/like kenny on his sax flippin it like acrobats/a dog at his max arborville and border rats/war scars and hood tats/on the grind every night sit tight as the hood stacks/head from all the hoodrats it's been like that ever since/while you fools duckin strays and hittin every fence/no time for the dispute/I'm bangin Inglewood fam bam on that ass like whoop whoop whoop

CHORUS:
A recruit givin salute ready to shoot/Inglewood troop horseman that execute/multimillion dollar deal laid back in the coupe/heatrock for that ass like whoop whoop whoop (repeat)

Mr. Inferno

Written By: LSD

CHORUS:
Burn baby burn/till when it's your turn you don't even want to touch this shit/I'm a straight typical black urban soldier that's livin in the wilderness so everything's thug I spit/I get wicked as a warlock plus all the whores jock and I gotta street marine bell uh/you can tell by the colors that I wear you can call me Mr. Inferno I bring hell

VERSE 1:
Now I heard through the grapevine/there's a bunch of muthafuckas who still ain't learned who wanna feel the fire/plus you caught a nigga at the wrong time for you but the right time for me is right now I'm wired but tired of the fake shit that I keep hearing/let alone these booty ass whack tracks you put'em on/when it get deteriorated you gonna hate it/gettin knocked off by the thug nigga until you good as gone/sittin at home with a female /who keep tellin me she don't wanna do zilch/but after talkin nasty to her in her ear/now her pretty ass butt naked all between the quilts/put it down like the gangsta that I am erupt aggression that be comin from the heart/put a nigga on his back when this little troop attack I'm trained for combat rip his body all apart/cause when it's late and dark it's a whole different story from what takes place during the day niggas creepin/Cuttin corners dippin setrippin/ ridin up with guages hangin out the ride and if you sleepin not peepin the game/It's a shame cause a muthafucka do you in quick as a cheetah after it's prey/plus I'm on a mob some nigga call me a lob now his dead ass found out the hard way I don't play/like my nigga from the hood named Bogard/that nigga is so hard we go way back he roll wit me/he a young nigga too just as old as me/straight mash puttin it down just as cold as me from FG/with temper tantrums pumpin so we dumpin on these adversaries makin phat cash/anybody interfere I hope the lord be wit'em cause I'mma get'em and make his ass feel the backdraft and I'mma make it

CHORUS:
Burn baby burn/till when it's your turn you don't even want to touch this shit/I'm a straight typical black urban soldier that's livin in the wilderness so everything's thug I spit/I get wicked as a warlock plus all the whores jock and I gotta street marine bell uh/you can tell by the colors that I wear you can call me Mr. Inferno I bring hell
(repeat)

VERSE 2:
Now let me take you to my neck of the woods/bitches and bangin/nothin but neighborhoods hittin switches and slangin/bravery loyalty obligated obedient and disciplined that's what we represent still maintainin/when I was incarcerated I couldn't wait to make it back out on the streets they tried to hold me in/they say I get niggas all charged and pumped and that I could lead a war like Napolean/I'mma be rollin in a red cadillac with the homie Big Mouse JB Antdog and Grizz Big Flock Lil Flock JBird Eazy Tonestone Big Solo BSkee and Wiz/ridin until the end now should we begin the alpha all the way to omega I'mma start with preparation on my hip and dump if a nigga trip and walkin off while hittin a vega/try to pray as much as I can to the man/down on my knees hopin he could be my saviour/cause everywhere I go I be bangin 94 fo sho'/mamma nervous because of my behaviour/a nigga gotta dream I'mma hiphop fiend/superior supreme picture perfect genuine/writin with the formula that I got that bomb sure shot material that's fade'n niggas all the time/take a step back think before you react/I'm a heavy weight don't compare me with them light ones niggas call themselves gettin they bang on wavin they colored rags but now I got you niggas wavin white ones give it up quickly/niggas never last never did never will as long as it's me that they testin/guarenteed niggas won't last as long as a half ounce of some bomb killa green in my possession/gang life dangerous but interestin/one day you havin fun the next day you be stressin/kick it wit original criminal life Inglewood gangsta ever since adolescence/the music generation never been the same ever since the nigga in all black in the Inglewwod hat came/got this shit completely sowed and it's wrapped up oh bringin hell to the rap game and I watch it

CHORUS:
Burn baby burn/till when it's your turn you don't even want to touch this shit/I'm a straight typical black urban soldier that's livin in the wilderness so everything's thug I spit/I get wicked as a warlock plus all the whores jock and I gotta street marine bell uh/you can tell by the colors that I wear you can call me Mr. Inferno I bring hell
(repeat)

Rampage

Written By: LSD

VERSE 1:
Now how many niggas got major beef/it's time to make some enemies families grieve from gettin hostile/rollin up the ganja leaf throwin B's up a thug flamed up that's the Inglewood lifestyle/ retaliate is a must/you rivals betta hit the fuckin gate when I bust I'm gettin sick wit it/hit'em up and then lic a shot/wit the heckler & Koch dog/ya'll unstable my whole click rigid/gotta watch my back when I walk down my own fuckin cross street/cops be tryin to roll so I tossed the heat they lost me soon as I hit the corner I sprint and burned 'em/not these rocks I did too much to earn 'em/hop two gates and maybe three and dip the cut/and then slang enough to buy an ounce/I'mma be on the grind here for a while when I think the coast is clear of the cops then I'mma bounce/after twenty minutes or so from layin low stackin up my five's ten's and twenties and shook the spot/go the opposite way I think the cops are and head back to the same bush where I tossed my glock/stuck my hands in the bushes and grabbed it by the handle and bailed as I tucked it in my drawls/the first muthafucka who loc me/I'mma let'em know homeboy I got paws/with big balls immortal like outlaws/niggas actin like they wear pink panties and bra's on they menapause that's they downfall my whole fuckin city gangbang and break laws/niggas maddog I'm a maddog 'em back throwin up the hood go ahead and bust a u-turn/I don't know where these niggas think they at but I'm ready to draw heat and watch these fools burn

CHORUS:
How many niggas got major beef/it's time to make some enemies families grieve so lets ride/leave'n all to be deceased if you soldiers ain't soldiers step yo punk ass to the side that's right/I'm charged as fuck I'm juiced and I'm pumped/let's get this shit off I'm full of rage/momma don't worry it's all good I got a little problem but I'm workin on this rampage
(repeat)

VERSE 2:
Man I've been in a struggle my whole life my moms and me and my oldest brother we never had got along/gettin beat with iron extension cords and broom sticks even choked out raised wrong but still strong/which means I ain't take'n no shit from no one or no two/I don't care if it's a whole crew fuck you/I'm tellin you right now me under pressure does not mix like red and blue/now which side is you/I was raised on the darkside but dam the darkside it get's deep/I got on this big pretty ass bright sweatshirt that you can see from here to MArket street/now that's what I call outstandin demanding respect/I'll bang on your shit that's on the set/niggas wanna hoobang on me cause I'm five feet but I got these things to make your ass regret/rollin fo' deep in a coupe deville my hand on my steele so you know how I feel yep I'm on one/bangin on some niggas that's mobbin thick ass fuck askin what set they claim and now they wanna play dumb/but fuck it I'm a disrespect any set I think they from yellin my turf gettin my clown on/if any nigga got animosity on his face you best believe these fools gettin drew down on rat-a-tat-tat it's like that/that's the way G's react when they think they lifes in danger if you've never been involved wit a hardcore nigga thats into gang activity you're fuckin wit a stranger/a straight entertainer/when it comes to the generation of hiphop style of music shit/when I hear a baseline thump I'll act a goddam fool ask the homeboys how I used to get/bring yo ass on over to Crenshaw and Manchester in the avenues where the crew lays/niggas can't hang ya'll a bunch a bitch muthafucka's I can see right through your ass like x-rays/I'll take you back to the wild cowboys days/niggas gettin shot up daily in worst ways/have ya whole family pissed off and stressed like I was in camp still fuckin wit first phase/sylmar juevenile hall bored as fuck got me sittin up in a lockdown at all time unit/with nothin better to do except throw up gang signs when niggas walkin past my window during line movement/niggas get delirious when I get furious my quick temper kicked off now I'm rampageous shits gettin serious niggas ain't hearin this I'm wild like them west side niggas up in Vegas

Discography

ALBUM: RELEASE DATE:
1."OUTKASTED" August 31, 2004

>1.I'M READY (00:13.65)
>2.HEATROCK (05:21.12)
>3.ON ONE (03:36.23)
>4.GANGSTA SHIT (05:31.50)
>5.WATCH HOW THEY GO OUT (04:22.71)
>6.RHYMEKLLA (04:49.35)
>7.RETALIATION (03:30.04)
>8.THE CALL (SKIT) (00:28.59)
>9.I'M YO GANGSTA (04:25.60)
>10.WICKEDNEZ (04:59.49)
>11.94 BANGIN (05:32.71)
>12.THA BLOCK (SKIT) (01:05.28)
>13.MR. INFERNO (05:35.64)
>14.NINA FO'JA (04:36.64)
>15.PU**Y (04:32.40)
>16.PICTURE PERFECT (04:16.60)
>17.RAMPAGE (04:30.12)
>18.SOLDIERZ (01:59.53)

Copyright 2002 Rednoze Rekordz Inc.

Set List

LSD OUTKASTED

HEATROCK
ON ONE
GANGSTA SHIT (featuring MADD PUPP)
WATCH HOW THEY GO OUT
RHYMEKILLA (featuring Bobby B)
RETALIATION
I'M YO GANGSTA (featuring Rochelle)
WICKEDNEZ
94 BANGIN
MR INFERNO
NINA FO'JA (featuring MADD PUPP)
PU**Y (featuring MADD PUPP)
PICTURE PERFECT
RAMPAGE
SOLDIERZ