CRIP CITY BY KAZELOON
From East L.A Hillside Street to La Jolla Hillside Drive-True Blue Crip City the best sight in this life-my girl sport Rosegold in the Town-they way I gave it to her she shoulda drowned-like the Titanic the way she went down-on my Jacc Crown-you haters een when you tired and need a pillow-you won’t roll and get hard with the other armadillos-you can play me once play me twice but the third time you striking yourself out the game-25 to Life will a played out lame-so who did you really play?-my girls love my special drink Saki to me baby Bananna Chonga flavor with a twist of Coconut Rum Passion-it make that Thug Passion taste like Punk Passion-isn’t it ironic they Mad like Max because they didn’t win-I can relate I just spit the best graphics then they just copy like a Siamese Twin-I could feel The Drop like Tom Hardy-all these other artist do is have stolen Bar Parties-at The Loft on party hardy-like if I was Sherlock always at Homes inspecting pussies in private parties-and they were the Moriarty’s-tryna ruin my private parties-these fake ass niggaz putting 2 much on it-they putting on 10 on the 2 before the 2 on 10 even became even numbers and digits-these cats putting way too much hot sauce on one taco that’s already hot & blazing-and they already at least two tacos short of a combination-I’m a crazy ass dude I would buy two lots of land in the Hollywood Hills for me and my Fam-then go move up there in tents on some new Hollywood Hillbilles and set up camp-you on the old NY Victorian looking buildings on that Reading Rainbow-I’m on that J.D Laforge only new shiney Riverside Blvd buildings where even the pave is gold-mang these house owners is crooks on Zillow no wonder why people don’t go to jail so much any more-there too busy ripping people off legally it’s the New Great Train Roberry times four-it sure beats the Level 4-Leonardo had to be beaten bad and black like Denzel to win The Oscar’s-I’m on some Revenant G-Code no talking like a cold Mobster-they try to exit the Gorelane but it’s just to late-the Freeway-ain’t safe-they say-ever since Kaze escaped-I got bundles of that Orange Crush by the 57’s-you can smell it as the Santa ana Winds blow it’s the smell from Kushy Heaven-it’s Indica that will take you Downtown-like Southbound-my bad hoes love to get my balls like if they were in my baccyard playing with Toot-scraping the patio roof-got me feeling forever young when they do-we stunting all true blue on Stardust Casino Video Camera’s-they wanna frame me and slam me-with the Blacc Dragon on my bacc in Da Slammer-cuz all my citches da baddest-everybody wanna ram em-when I come around-they waiting for it to go down-with they back up phones and extra batteries-ready for the showdown at least a battery-this Zillow motivates me to do good-so one day I could move out the hood-to a Mansion overlooking the entire hood-it’s meditation for me-helps me relax my medication on deez streets-I photo bombed her pussy out with my Cox just ask Deborah-nobodies suppose to be here I hit it and made it dissapear forever cuhz-they wanna blame and frame me-wash me up like every Blackman down Hollow Creek-I’m Buccey O’Hare with Jenna jumping with the trap-called Pontiac-she’s my Candywoman on fire when we blast-to the end of the jumps last-fake plastic bitches and weiners get burnt on the grill with Lean Gas-I been Trail Blazer on my Harold Miner-before Rachel could ever find me as a miner-I’ve been jumping with The Butterfly Effect-I’m a G-Slider from Da West-I’m perfect-like the Alpine tatted on my necc-ain’t no need to jump bacc no regrets-this Crip City my niggaz as real as it gets-33 for respect-this Elephant Tatoo on my stomach don’t quit-the WS below it stands for Weinersnitchel this is Crip City bitch-the trunk could hang all-it don’t end until it feeds my chicken tat on my ankle-my Golden Halo’s bring pain-like Lean Halothane-we still the Ironmen even after the worst stillbirth-turn that disaster to a miracle stealbirth-we give ya nose bleeds it’s The Butterfly Effect-we flying to high for them other butterflies in the set-The Butterfly Effect Part 2-ain’t nothing to what me and Lady Pappilon do-
Garfield Ave By KazeLoon
Jason D. Yonai a.k.a KazeLoon or Kamikaze Loon or Dj KazeLoon from Original East Los Angeles/Monterey Park has just released Garfield Ave mixtape this month with various producers. KazeLoon has uploaded Garfield Ave the mixtape online on various free download music websites. All songs from this project Garfield Ave the mixtape have been previously been leaked online to various free download music sites online prior to this mixtape official release at Get Right Music http://www.getrightmusic.com/mixtape/post/kazeloon31 artwork for the Garfield Ave mixtape done by GR Flyers.
KazeLoon has made this mixtape called Garfield Ave for the street he grew up on and has lived on for many years starting at Los Padrinos Juvenile Hall in the 90’s.
KazeLoon has hosted well over 100 mixtapes online for himself and for some of his clients or business partners. KazeLoon has collaborated with well over a thousand producers in the Music Industry and the number could be vaguely put because the number of producers could be more in the multiple thousands and many of these producers are gold,platinum, or multi-platinum producers as well. You can download for free the mixtape right here online just follow the link https://www.dropbox.com/s/c0dl1kyks85ikru/GarfieldAveByKazeLoon.zip?dl=0
Name: Jason D. Yonai a.k.a KazeLoon
Company: KazeLoon Records & K.D Lean Inc.
Website: http://itsmyurls.com/kamikazeloon http://soundcloud.com/KazeLoon126 http://hulkshare.com/Kazeloon http://getrightmusic.com/profile/kazeloon
TRAUMA BY KAZELOON
She was feelin post trauma when her man didn’t get picced up in the draft-cuz she succed and swallowed all dat-just to settle for ass-over cash-then she label you a sham-and she’d rather roll with spam-like musobi-cuz she hot like Wasabi-she post trauma no probably-I’m as real as I think-you can obviously tell by my freestyles on Lean-two faced Harvey’s praying for the People’s Court-we already left that big dent in they score-and I’m still live on Eastside 213 scene-The Mob Zone like TMZ-the way we doing it on the blocc rip-will blow you out the coccpit-and your soccs quicc-like Vanilla Sky mixed with Blue Dreams-I’m versatile-every verse is good like Da Green Isle-I keep a million dollar smile on if I’m trying to get paid-I keep a men mug on my face-if I’m trying to go bacc to the cage-as a inmate-of the state-these other Labels gonna have to come around the mountain and pay me sooner or later-I don’t smoke cigars just haters-same for fakers-everybody want a slice of the Pizza Connection on aviator-they call me Chino Brown I control Blue Jacc City-nuttin but true Bumperjaccz strictly-just to supply the crew with gas on ditty-I’m a True Blue Kiwa only red I had growing up was in the FB County pants-and the Dickie’s & Ben Davis Gorilla tags-you better jump like a Battletoad on them plea bargains especially anything with half-if not suffer and you might turn into a rat-trying to claw his way bacc to the homeland-they ask me smash or pass I tell them both-hit it like a blunt don’t babysit loc-they said they gonna play The God-I said okay Ima send you to God-then you can play with him all you want-and tell him I send mines what he need what he want?-them hoes should have eternal head trauma the way they succed KazeLoon-they swallowed my balls like a Loon-ain’t no harpoon-could ever pop they red balloon-we so cold we hurt your bones-and have ya feeling goofy rolling on the floor-opposite of stop, drop, and roll-we can’t be around Rihanna-her nipples will be on Alpine icicle and pop out eyes with trauma-all the baddest females love to KISS me like if I was Seacrest-it’s cuz I got the best flow to keep them eternally wet-they wanna be burried under my Hollywood Walk of Fame Star near Vine and Sunset-they call me Ryan-the way my big dipper rams them like Orion-with my 5th Wave I take over they bodies-freak em so good they bulls no Gravano ironically they call me Asian John Gotti-they Ratheads-that are Kraft fed-with my magical 8-Balls they ass is my King of Hearts fat bed-they don’t want me to be the Movie Director to many fast deaths-and short scripts with no awards to get-balling with the cluster of stars-Casiopia by far-on time with Casio save those other ideas with the tank of sharks-no time to waste on products that might not trend start-they got Panaphobia cuz this Hellboy is so Evil Los-I tell them to cool off you need anti Fanaphobia just to survive this Hellacoust-I’m on the move like Emergency Room on the Go-I never work like Ergophobia cuz I’m to busy putting in work for my own-my hoes so bad with all dat cracc-I put them in the corner for life it’s Lil Jacc’s-Pizza Shacc-I got the juice like James Springette-the way I’ll escape when they spring it-they slept on me the way they zipped me up in the mat-but dissapear as a Chesire Cat-never no rat-bacc to the Green Island Boyz in the East LAnd-on Brooklyn-I’m flippin 72 Dolphins so undisputedly-while I’m sippin on Port of Miami mixed with Lean-on triple ripple beam-that you gotta name a team after me-I relish the moments-how I got them hoes hellcats on Relic roaring-while they ass and pelvis is soaring-I’m Hollywood-I got niggaz dropped below me like Bollywood-or even Nollywood-all thanks to Mollywood-on Hollyhood-you need a Tic Tac hoe-that’s why I cross em out like Tic Tac and Toe-3 hoes in a row-3 Tigers that caught the tag on they toes-there’s a difference between Lifers and brothers with a date how they talk about stuff-a brother getting out be like I can’t wait to hit Sizzler’s and grub and then go to Balley’s at 11:50 and get pumped-a Lifer be like I’m trying to go bacc to Atascadero and hit The Grill and then go to the gym and buff-at least I got 11.50-I used to be on that William Defoe Platoon shit-high all day on them gluesticcs-busting on fools quicc-with the stolen tool grip-but I used to be running after busting on them-I had to be the enemy for that with the Tec-good thing I was only 13 or less-what could they do to a Westside Vet?-nothing but Juvenile Life I already served the time in the Y and Da Pen-for the mess-I couldn’t of been tried as an adult what fitness?-like fucc can I get a witness-I tell bad super rich famous bitches you could succ my dicc all you want to ain’t no need to front-you just pay me in advanced right upfront-then I pass da Asiatic Blunt-if you don’t keep it one double Oh-you better stay away from me cuz dats what da clip hold-and these are 50 cals they not made for a glocc-they made to go straight through Pentagon bloccs-you couldn’t be ready for me-nobody’s ready for the end of the world in 3D-Capacalypse Now-how I freestyle from Da Crown-for Tha A-Town-dat represents the golden halo so proud-I bring the Mt.Baldy to the hottest bitches baccbones-like the Devil’s Backbone-with my yello blacc bone-they will be bald from stress and heated if I take it out they baccholes-permenant post trauma-for my loced out baby mama’s-with burnt perms on ash from getting hotter-why you wanna come into the Lion’s Den then get made when he roar?-and you ain’t even no Lion just a Dandylion that don’t make no noise your to soft to the core-I will be in Hollywood Hills doing the rest of my good time in The BIRDS-I tell them bullshitters save that bad time for the birds-if a bitch choke on my dicc like asphixaiation-I didn’t even know I was too busy working on the standing ovation-I’m raking in this green like Falen Green Road-that’s how I stay in Da Game like Arcadia with many green loads-to blow-times 4-20 weed blow-these prices have me rolling it went from Zillow to Comedy Central-what ares these homes the first houses on Mars? where the Wi Fi is Alien Mentals?-me and my fine ass city Kitty Cats-live in Los Gatos where they meow until the Ocean overflow & splash-or maybe we in La Jolla making Happy Meals-they triple on these Ronald Big Mac Donald eating me up like the number 1 Extra Value Meal-they love my blacc & yellow Bumble Bee ride-like if I was a Asiatic Jehrimah-I Macabees-that’s how I mac dem bees-forever eternally hell yeah man-they connected to my Mecca like Yemen-they destroyed my First Temple-I got the Water & Power as I overtower like the Bunker Hill Building near First & Temple-me and my Mexican partnahs used to sell drugs for the 18 Streets-killing that Multiple Sclerosis like MS but no dis to the Mara Salvadorian homies-God will still let the Hero in 24-7-you don’t have to be a rat to get to Heaven-my body is covered with that Blacc Tar Ink-I’m working on the Marvelous Venom Suit I still got the Liberty Bell who needs to fink?-surly not me-obviously-the missing paperwork is the Exhibit A ain’t no need for the B-ironically-on AB-that Gecko ammunition got you changing colors like chamilion shining like hot brass-cuz you getting lit up when they blast-I be in the real Hotel of Killafornia oh so regal-killing them hoes while they spread eagle-who would want to checc out-with all the royalty checcs they put in my account-while me Tooty chin checc they mouths-they love my big banana split-cuz it splits them in half like a big banana clip-I keep them Hellcatz in heat like the Evilest Part of Hell-cuz I’m from Evil Park Original Hoodstar where there is no bail-you won’t hear me saying never again-all the things I do are validated cool and solid my friend-and that’s to the very very end-my daily menu is Cheese & Pig In A Blanket-cuz all she do is pay me to lay in bed and bank it-until my pole-looking 2 over swole-on bloat-like it lost the Fight of The Century with a angry African Bee Colony-hoes get crows feet when they eat my meat-I’m dat Old School all thanks to these East Streets-I’m From L.O.S Looned Out Suicidals-Ima Loced Out Savage grew up with the Ridahs-I’m a Hoarder I collect whores money-I fill up rooms with it like it ain’t never funny-shouts out to A&E you know they love me-just like the L.A Thug Scene-Ima Natural Born Hustler like the newborn baby in the Super Bowl 50 Dorito’s Commercial-I’m just trying get the salary CBS get’s for them Super Bowl Commercials-you put in work and move up in this game and reach the top-and in the process your own homies and maybe family tryna see you drop-they be the ghosts that will leave that 23rd floor door to the balcony open-praying on your downfall but you ain’t no ghost so you won’t be flying or floating-you’ll be hitting the ground exploding-and then bloated-you thought you was going to be poppin them wheelies on the Harley-but they fed the Wheaties with extra iron pills to the chopper and popped ya flat now you sorry-now everybodys laughing at ya the life of the blocc party-especially Blacc Harley-mang I got banned from the radio for real-what you thought I was a chump who paid them Radio People with real skrill?-they say I spit to Gangsta even 4 the dirtiest grill-
THIRD CYPRESS APPLE BY KAZELOON
HAKU ISLAND-WHERE OLIVE TREES ARE HIDING-BEHIND THE TRIPLE LAYERS OF CYPRESS-FROM ROOM 309-TO THE YOSHI SITE-DUCKHEADS LOVE TO SWALLOW MY BLUE PIPE-TOOTYLICOUS ALL DAY AND NIGHT-IT’S TWO WESTSIDE HANDS THEM 33’S-LIKE YES YES-CE CE-THEY GOT MY BACC THE DODGER STADIUM FAMILY-CT INSANITY-CYPRESS TOWN-ABSTINITHE BOYZ AND GIRLZ ALL AROUND-I’M THE MC THEY FEAR SON-I RAP TRAP WAY FIERCER-ON GARFIELD LIKE THE DRIVE-I LYNCH THEM OTHER MC’S ON THAT ROOSEVELT THAT WANNA COMPETE WITH MY SIDE-LIKE MCNAIR-MC’S I DARE-TO TRY AND BITE THIS CYPRESS APPLE AND THEN FLARE-IT AIN’T NO QUESTION MARK LIKE THE TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER-THAT YOU AIN’T JOE LOUIS OF BAR ROW SO DON’T EVEN GRAB THE LOADER-UNLESS YOU A OLD SCHOOL FLAME THROWER-CONVENANT FLAME OR NOT THIS THIRD CYPRESS APPLE GONNA KEEP GLOWING-LIKE THE CANDYMANS OMEN-WHO NEEDS THE TRIPLE SLOGAN-OR THE MAKAVELLI ROPE A DOPING-MR. MEAGI LYNCH EM-ON DA AVE LIKE IT’S DANIEL SON’S CHRISTMAS-THEY TRY TO CLAIM SUMMERFALL FIELD-BUT THE SUMMER ALL KILLED-THEY WINTER HILL-COPYCATS STUCC IN THE MARSH STILL-BELOW DEWEY DRIVE-HERE BITERS BITE ON THIS BIDDLE LANE-YOU TALK ABOUT LYRICAL BUT YOU A RECYCLED RAPPER ANYWAY-YOU GO ON A SUCCER A PERFIT FIT-NO CHARMS BUT YET-YOU DUM DUMS TRY TO SLEEP IN THE HOLLOW OF IT-TAR HOLLOW? NO HORSESHOE FIT-TAR HEELS MORE LIKE JUST A BIT-NO 16 CUZ YOUR BARS ARE RENT-A DIRTY THROW AWAY M-16 MORE LIKE NO M JUST ARVELOUS SCRIPTS-BOTS ON THE RUN WITH THE SPOOFS-LOOK AT YOU-THEY CLAIM 1 TWO-BUT THEY ON THE L TO DA OWELL TROOPS-THEY HATE ON THE RENT CUZ THEY DON’T LIKE PAYING IT-PAINTING THEM WITH ANY COLORS ESPECIALLY RAINBOW SHADED-BUT THIS AIN’T NO THREAT IT’S JUST A DISPLAY-THE TRUTH OF THE MAPQUEST THEY THE HIGHLIGHT ZOO ANIMALS THAT WE PUT AWAY-I’M THE PITCHER OF THE JACKSON CIRCLE-I STRIKE EM OUT WITH THE FARRAGUT THE MIDDLE OF MY SPACE HARRIER GUTS-I PITCH STRAIGHT NUTS-IN THEY DRAGON QUEST MOUTH-THAT’S THEY BIT AND BID NOW-UNMASK THEM SCARECROWS PUT THEY ALL CROWNS OUT-THEY NEW ERA FAKE TERROR THEM PUSSY AIN’T NEVER RIDED OUT-THESE FUNNY ASS CLOWNS BE SAYING CRIP AND BLOOD-ALL I HEAR IS THEM SAYING THEY SOME P.C RIDERS HUH?-TWO FACE BUSTAHS DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY WANNA BE-WANNA CEE?-THEY RAP ABOUT A HOOD THAT DON’T LOVE EM WHAT ELSE COULD THEY BE?-THEY TALK ABOUT BIG HOMIES IN THE PENETENTIARY-BUT AIN’T NEVER BEEN THE BIG HOMIES IN THE PENETENTIARY-MY BAD ESE, ENE, EFE WHAT OTHER LETTERS ARE YOU?-MY BAD YOU MIGHT THROW A MASTER SPLINTER AT ME AGAIN-I NEED MY HANDS LIKE YANNI JUST TO TYPE UP THIS NO PEN-CAN’T AFFORD NO SPLINTERS IN MY PERFECTIONIST FINGERTIPS-YOU SAY YOU HIGH POWERED BUT YOU JUST A LITTLE KID-YOU BETTER STICC TO THEM LITTLE KIDNEY JEELY BEANS YA LITTLE BITCH-UNDERCOVER MR.BEANS WHO’S LITTLE KIDS YOU PIERCING NEXT?-DOUBLE UP YOUR PLEASURE DOUBLE UP YOUR FUN-DARK RIVERS OF THE BLACK HEART UNDER THE BARN IS YOUR OUTCOME-YOUR HIDEAWAY THE GAY SAGA ALL DAY-FOR A MEDUSA SNAKE-THAT JANUS ANUS ATE-LIKE EVERY THIRD WORLD COUNTRY HOMETOWN BUFFET-THE ONLY ONES IN THE JUNGLE YOU CAN TRUST IS THE POISONOUS SNAKES-THAT BITE ON SIGHT WITH COBRA FANGS-THAT WILLOW KING-SHRINK THEY SIZE WITH ONE BABY TEETH-ON A MISSION FOR ONSPRING-THEY CAN’T AFFORD THE GEE-AND IT’S FOR FREE-EVERYBODY GETS ONE IN THE BEGINNING-BEFORE THE VIOLATIONS AND THEN THE BEGGING-BEGINERS LUCK A FRESH START-LIKE NEW NAME AND PLASTIC FACE BUT STILL DA SAME HEART-A CAMAFLOUGUE FACE CARD-THAT HATES STARS-CUZ THEY AVI IS NOT TO BE SEEN BY REAL FACE CARDS-OF SOCIETY AND IT’S LITTLE FALLS-GET UP WHEN YOU DO AND BE BIGGER YA’LL-COLUMBIA PIKE-VIRGIN PUSSY ALL NIGHT-MORE LIKE RED APPLE POPPING-MUCH LARGER SCALES ON THE APPLE BOTTOMS-WILD CHERRY WHERE YOU GOING?-RUN TO THE OTHER BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW IT-NOW YOU A ATOMIC FIREBALL UPLOADED-MAKE IT BACC YO YO THEN RELOADED-A TORPEDO SHOGUN-A ONE MAN ARMY SHOW OF GUNS-MADE TO RONIN BUST-THEN SELF DESTRUCT-A MR.MURDER IMPOSTER A GARY BUT WHICH ONE?-ON THE CAT AND MOUSE RUN-ALONG CAME A SPIDER AND BIG RAT TRAPPED BOTH OF EM-I GOT MY ODE ARMY-SIDE BY SIDE LIKE ODE AND ORME-I REP THE OAK FOR THE STREETS-WOODS AVE AND BLEAKWOOD AND ALPINE STREETS-RIDING HIGH ON TOWERS PARK-FROM THE VERY FIRST DOUBLE UP-WASHINGTON BLVD AND COLUMBIA-NO NEW BOOTY-HOW THEY MISS THIS NO SCHOOLING-THE CHOMS ROOKIE TOWN SHOOTING-NO OLD MASTERS CUZ THEY BE DULL WITH THE QUEING-GAMED BY THE CLUING-BELVEDERE PARKER BROTHERS YANKEE DOODLING-THEY WENT TO TOWN RIDING ON A YOSHI-DUCCHEADS ON HIS BACCPACC THEY HIS UMABOSHIS-THIRD CYPRESS APPLE BOTTOMS ON MOCHI-NEOPALITAN OH SO CHOICY-PICKY VIRGOS-ON TOPAZ SPLURGE ROW-LADY WEASELS ON FURLOUGH-WHEN THEY GO OUT THE TRAPSTARS BURROUGH-TO MEET TURTLE HURDLES-THAT SLOW DOWN THE DIRTY FERTILE-MENAJATWATS ON TRIPLE PURPLE-HOW GRAND DADDY CLOCC IT OUT THE THIRD EYE WORLDS HAWKS OPTIC SERVER-