Malitia EP

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released December 16, 2011

Scam (Scott Alexander)
Excision
Datsik
The Streets
Lil Wayne
Eminem
Trae
Young Joc

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Scam Vancouver, British Columbia

I'm a 17 year old producer and I've been producing music for around a year now and thought it was time to try and get my name out there by releasing an EP. I've always had a strong interest in music and every since I was around 11, I've wanted to be a performer. Making music is what makes me happy and I couldn't imagine myself with any other career. Enjoy the free EP and tell your friends about me ... more

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Track Name: Lil Wayne Featuring Eminem - Drop The World (Scam Remix)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days of the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I'm cursed so never mind
And it's worse but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher, the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on motherfucker
Cause all this bullshit, it made me strong motherfucker

[Chorus:]
So I pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head, yeahh!
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head
(YEAH) And I could die now rebirth mother fucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Motherfucker I'm gone
Motherfucker I'm gone

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uhhhh!
I know what they don't wanna tell you
Just hope you're heaven sent, and you're hell proof
I walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off
Uhhh, my word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak and that's a word from the wise
Served to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside

[Chorus:]
So I could pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head, ha ha yeahh!
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head
(YEAH) And I could die now rebirth mother fucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Motherfucker I'm gone
Motherfucker I'm gone
[Eminem:]
I'm gone

[Verse 3: Eminem]
It hurts but I never show, this pain you'll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall
When push comes to shove I just stand up and scream 'Fuck 'em all! '
Man it feels like these walls are closin' in
This roof is cavin' in, but it's time to raise it then
Your days are numbered like pages
And my book of rhymes got them crookin' boy
This crooked mind of mine got them all shook
And scared to look in my eyes
I stole that fuckin' clock, I took the time
And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up
And butt fucked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim
But the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear one way or another I'm a make these fuckin' haters believe it
I swear to God, won't spare the rod
I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod
Or I'm a fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody
Sleep on me that pillow is where your head'll lie
Permanently bitch, it's beddy bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah prepare to die
My head is swole, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal, I'm unstoppable
Incredible hulk you're trapped in my medicine bowl
I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin head'll spin, dawg
I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives
I'll fuckin'

[Chorus:]
Pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head, yeahh!
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head
And I could die now rebirth mother fucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Mother fucker I'm gone
Mother fucker I'm gone
I'm gone
Track Name: Hardstyle Evolution
You know, Hardstyle as a whole, is a beautiful thing.
The melodies, the kicks, the vocals, the buildups, everything.
It's evolving every single day whether people like it or not.
I'm tired of hearing people complain about an artist, changing his or her style when it's just evolution.
You can't stop that, it just happens
It's the Hardstyle Evolution
Track Name: Trae Featuring Yung Joc - In My Hood (Scam Drumstep Remix)
[Verse 1 - Trae]
I'm a gangsta' to the end, ridin' for the set
Black Chevrolet, wit' the paint still wet
J's on my toes, loc's on my eyes
Crawlin on 4's, every time I slide by
Nutin' less to the truth, I'm the streets of the South
Hoes on my swag, cuz' the diamond's on my mouth
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw wit' the rap to put my hood on the map
I'ma do this shit for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat
And my partner named Screw, so I let the trunk crack
What they know about that, hataz' betta' chill
Plus I'm packin' sumtin' that they classifiy as steel
Reppin' my block, still doin' my thang
Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang
Screwed up click, I'ma let the world know
Before it's all over, we could make the world slow

[Chorus - Trae]
You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop
Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top
Loc's on my face and my grill so clean
Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew

[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]
Talk to em'
65' Impala, Chevy SS
The top dissapear, see the clear VVS
I guess you know the name, yeen' gotta say it
When I say it's goin' down, S-K start sprayin'
Block E-N-T and A-B-N niggas in charge
Errbody muggin, niggas face stiff as starch
I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it
Hey fuck the semi-auto, my niggas pack fullest
We bulleys on the block, the hustle don't stop
It's eat whatchu' kill, that's the model off top
Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town
Tell em' this the shakedown, lay face down
Me and my nigga Trae gettin cake now
Splittin' down the middle fifty fifty that's the breakdown
Baby keep yo' face down, and don't talk back
You can find me in the hood, nigga distribute packs

[Chorus - Trae]
You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop
Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top
Loc's on my face and my grill so clean
Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew

[Verse 3 - Trae]
Hop out the block like I'm still hittin stains
Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name
Yellow VS1's got me switchin’ up the game
Might hop, flop, top droppin’ like the rain
Hoes talk down, Trae neva’ get mad
Lyrics so screwed, still checkin’ my swag
Got me certified playa since the day of my birth
Grab a couple million, and I can show you what I'm worth
Sittin’ so low, everytime I come down
Trunk just popped, so I'm showin’ my surround
84's got me tippin’ so low to the ground
Still hittin’ licks, movin’ off the Greyhound
Watch it for the laws, I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ da time
Gotta getcha wit my prime, ain’t gon’ stoppin’ my shine
I advise that they let the truth to the throne
If you say I ain’t the realest, say bitch you dead wrong

[Chorus - Trae]
You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop
Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top
Loc's on my face and my grill so clean
Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew
Track Name: The Streets - Has It Come To This (Scam Remix)
(Chorus)
Original Pirate Material
Yer listening to the streets
Lock down your aerial

(Verse 1)
Make yerself at home
We got diesel or some of that homegrown
Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone
Cos this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations
Weigh up a Henry with precision
Few herbs and a bit of Benson
But don't forger the Rizla,
Lean like the Tower of Pisa
Liza, I'll raise yer,
And this is the day in the life of a Geezer
For this ain't a club track
Pull out yer sack and sit back
Whether you white or black
Smoke weed, chase brown
Or toot rock
We're on a mission, support the cause
Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom
The Music's a gift from the Man on high
The Lord and his children
Triple teenyear rudeboys
Come rain or snow the Buddha flows
You don't know?
Stand on the corner watch the show
Cos life moves slow
Sort yer shit out then roll
Sex, Drugs 'n' On The Dole
Some men rise, some men fall
I hear ya call, stand tall now

(Verse 2)
My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing
From Brixton to Boundsgreen
My spitting's dirty my beats are clean
So smoke weed and be lean
I step out my yard through the streets
In the dead heat all I got my spirit and my beats
I play fair don't cheat
And keep the gangsters sweet
Turn the page, don't rip it out at yer age
Move to the next stage
Lock the rage inside the cage,
Like SK it's New Day
But don't take the shortcut through the subway
It's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway
Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay,
Rip down posters alight
From last weeks big Garage night
And the next Tyson fight
I cook em at 90 degrees Fahrenheit
And don't copy the copyright
I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights
Taken to dizzy new heights
Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights
Dizzy new heights