Uploaded May 2023 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago
A loosely based autobiography about MC Wild and growing up in the inner city in a song with an old school feel with a new twist. Bringing back that real Hip Hop flavor. Guaranteeing satisfaction.
MC Wild would like to give shout outs to DJ Rookus, Picardy JP, Shine Javenchii, Hugo Blunts, A-B-Serious, King Alex, MC Pippo, Ti-RoRo,
Dance Plant Records Inc. and One Dream Productions.
Executive Producers: Cussy Nicodemo and Sossie Khatcherian
Available on all digital stores.
open.spotify.com/album/6LAyVID7NTk9kdmjx0iu0o
itunes.apple.com/album/id/1684981971
deezer.com/album/434291417
Verse 1:
Hotline, talk shit about me
My mind is filled with doubt
A heavy weight bout you left out
Caught the snubnose and the razorblade
Another victim of the 12 gauge
My mind is clouded from the haze
Damn this games a maze
My peers are telling me it’s just another faze
But either way
I’m slowly slippin in a cage
Or in a early grave
Invested body, mind and soul
Left nothing to gain
With the pain
My self-esteem
I wanna scream
I’m in a rage
From these busta’s calling my name
Looking for that lavish lifestyle
Strong up in the game now
Seeking my own fortune and fame
They weak and they lame
They hurting my brain
So tell me why
I guess it’s just another lie
To off a man
And kill his family
Conspiracy
Watching Mama cry
From the evening News
Struggling we poor
I was a fool through high school
I felt the blues
While all the other kids had
Jordan shoes
I had Elvis shoes
Dancing to Run DMC and Biz Markie
Remember that at a later age
Manned up and got my game
Developed a mean style
A juvenile that’s Wild
A thugged out
I’m going all out
Chorus 4X:
Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Lies
Tell me sweet little alibis
Verse 2:
Odds against me
My peeps are telling me that I’m crazy
And I ain’t even done yet
So mutha-fuckers hold your breath
It’s going down
I’m coming out swinging like
Iron Mike style
A champion
Headliner the fight is on
I’m knocking all bums out
And I ain’t going down
Lasting 15 rounds
Rope a dope around the ropes
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Realize you fuckin with a lyrical “G”
In my suggestion
You need to chill back
I’m warning, you don’t know me like that
I get the gat
They’ll never take me alive
They struggling to survive
Surveillance camera watchin us
TV feeding us lies
Sex, drugs, videotape
Mind control technology
Harp program
Listen closely
And wisely
The world is fake
To everything they make
You buy and take
So the hunt is on
And you’re the prey
A million bodies put away
But not me
Got my mind
Hope you got yours now
It’s time to wake up
Globe shake up
Divide and break up
Or you’ll be slaved up
Word up
But they ain’t getting close to me
Bury me a G
With my guns next to me
Down to ride for eternity
Chorus 4X:
Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Lies
Tell me sweet little alibis
Verse 3:
Rockabye baby
This world is crazy
So many people acting shady
While others burning Buddah getting lazy
I’m a fucking soldier
I stand strong daily
You could never play me
Reporting from the streets in my song
So don’t get it wrong
Or twisted
Yes I like to get lifted
You know I’m gifted
Too blind to see you missed it
Sorry bout that
But wasn’t me
Don’t blame “G”
I’m labeled a fucking misfit
Everywhere I go I throw a shit fit
I’m labeled troublesome
They want some
Two shots from a loaded Smith and Wesson
I teach them lessons
That’s why I keep em' guessin
I’m always fucking stressin
But I’m a loud mouth
But that be me, so now I learned a lesson
Chorus 4X:
Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Lies
Tell me sweet little alibis
A loosely based autobiography about MC Wild and growing up in the inner city in a song with an old school feel with a new twist. Bringing back that real Hip Hop flavor. Guaranteeing satisfaction.
MC Wild would like to give shout outs to DJ Rookus, Picardy JP, Shine Javenchii, Hugo Blunts, A-B-Serious, King Alex, MC Pippo, Ti-RoRo,
Dance Plant Records Inc. and One Dream Productions.
Executive Producers: Cussy Nicodemo and Sossie Khatcherian
Available on all digital stores.
open.spotify.com/album/6LAyVID7NTk9kdmjx0iu0o
itunes.apple.com/album/id/1684981971
deezer.com/album/434291417
Verse 1:
Hotline, talk shit about me
My mind is filled with doubt
A heavy weight bout you left out
Caught the snubnose and the razorblade
Another victim of the 12 gauge
My mind is clouded from the haze
Damn this games a maze
My peers are telling me it’s just another faze
But either way
I’m slowly slippin in a cage
Or in a early grave
Invested body, mind and soul
Left nothing to gain
With the pain
My self-esteem
I wanna scream
I’m in a rage
From these busta’s calling my name
Looking for that lavish lifestyle
Strong up in the game now
Seeking my own fortune and fame
They weak and they lame
They hurting my brain
So tell me why
I guess it’s just another lie
To off a man
And kill his family
Conspiracy
Watching Mama cry
From the evening News
Struggling we poor
I was a fool through high school
I felt the blues
While all the other kids had
Jordan shoes
I had Elvis shoes
Dancing to Run DMC and Biz Markie
Remember that at a later age
Manned up and got my game
Developed a mean style
A juvenile that’s Wild
A thugged out
I’m going all out
Chorus 4X:
Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Lies
Tell me sweet little alibis
Verse 2:
Odds against me
My peeps are telling me that I’m crazy
And I ain’t even done yet
So mutha-fuckers hold your breath
It’s going down
I’m coming out swinging like
Iron Mike style
A champion
Headliner the fight is on
I’m knocking all bums out
And I ain’t going down
Lasting 15 rounds
Rope a dope around the ropes
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Realize you fuckin with a lyrical “G”
In my suggestion
You need to chill back
I’m warning, you don’t know me like that
I get the gat
They’ll never take me alive
They struggling to survive
Surveillance camera watchin us
TV feeding us lies
Sex, drugs, videotape
Mind control technology
Harp program
Listen closely
And wisely
The world is fake
To everything they make
You buy and take
So the hunt is on
And you’re the prey
A million bodies put away
But not me
Got my mind
Hope you got yours now
It’s time to wake up
Globe shake up
Divide and break up
Or you’ll be slaved up
Word up
But they ain’t getting close to me
Bury me a G
With my guns next to me
Down to ride for eternity
Chorus 4X:
Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Lies
Tell me sweet little alibis
Verse 3:
Rockabye baby
This world is crazy
So many people acting shady
While others burning Buddah getting lazy
I’m a fucking soldier
I stand strong daily
You could never play me
Reporting from the streets in my song
So don’t get it wrong
Or twisted
Yes I like to get lifted
You know I’m gifted
Too blind to see you missed it
Sorry bout that
But wasn’t me
Don’t blame “G”
I’m labeled a fucking misfit
Everywhere I go I throw a shit fit
I’m labeled troublesome
They want some
Two shots from a loaded Smith and Wesson
I teach them lessons
That’s why I keep em' guessin
I’m always fucking stressin
But I’m a loud mouth
But that be me, so now I learned a lesson
Chorus 4X:
Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Lies
Tell me sweet little alibis
