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Sunday, October 30, 2011

[CORPSE ON ICE] OFFICIAL COVER ART (FRONT / BACK)

CORPSE ON ICE LEAK: "NORMAN BATES" TROY CEASAR x COMPOSITION x CAP x RANRU (XTRA VERSE ADDED)

@RANRU RELEASES STATEMENT... SPEAKS ON [CORPSE ON ICE] MIXTAPE



HUGE SHOUTS TO EVERYONE THAT's F'N WITH THIS PROJECT... I ADMIT ITS A LIL WEIRD & LEFT FIELD... BUT CREATIVELY I THINK ITS A GEM. THE FAMILY WANTED THIS MIXTAPE (ALBUM) TO FIT THE COVER ART (CREEPY, SCARY & WEIRD) & IT ALSO HAD TO RELATE TO HALLOWEEN B'CUZ OF THE RELEASE DATE. SO I TRIED MY BEST TO DELIVER LYRICS, SONGS & PRODUCTION THAT WOULD FIT THE CONCEPT. THERE IS ONLY 1 "INDUSTRY BEAT" ON THIS ENTIRE MIXTAPE ("NORMAN BATES" PROD. BY DR. DRE "NATURAL BORN KILLAZ") HUGE SHOUTS TO MY DJ DeeJay CapCom & ALL THE PRODUCERS THAT BLESSED THIS MIXTAPE. I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A EVEN BIGGER SHOUT TO MY BROTHER Troy Ceasar Braden WITHOUT HIM THIS PROJECT WOULDn't HAVE SOUNDED ANYTHING LIKE IT DOES NOW! HE MIXED, MASTERED, ARRANGED & EXECUTIVE PRODUCED [CORPSE ON ICE]. I RE-WROTE THIS MIXTAPE 2 TIMES IN ORDER TO FIT THE CONCEPT.

THE 1ST DRAFT WAS TOTALLY DIFFERENT (I WAS TRYNA MAKE HIT SONGS). THEN CEASAR CAME UP WITH THE CONCEPT TO DO THE MIXTAPE LIKE A HORROR MOVIE TO FIT THE COVER ART & THE RELEASE DATE, SO I HAD TO RE-WRITE IT... THE FINAL PRODUCT WAS WROTE, RECORDED, MIXED & MASTERED IN LESS THAN 10 DAYS! ALL & ALL IT WAS FUN TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT FOR A CHANGE, TELLING TRUE STORIES OVER BEATS GETS BORING SOMETIMES... THIS PROJECT REALLY CHALLENGED ME TO CREATE A DIFFERENT STYLE! BUT I HAD TO STILL MAKE IT "RANRU" LOL. WE Supreme FocusARE VERY INTERESTED IN YOUR FEED BACK ESPECIALLY WITH THIS MIXTAPE B'CUZ ITS SO UNIQUE & DIFFERENT! SO PLEASE LET US KNOW WHAT U THINK HONESTLY! #GOOOGUNRULE #GOOOGLOVE #CORPSEONICE.



Friday, October 21, 2011

LYRICS: DROP A BODY



DROP LIKE A BODY OFF A ROOF TOP/
I LET'M GO… LIKE Q DID TUPAC/
2 SHOTS TO HIS FACE WHEN THE NEWS DROP/
HE'LL BE THE TOP STORY IN A FEW SPOTS/

HELL YEAH I SWITCHED SPOTS, IM AT THE NEW SPOT/
THE RUMOR IS IM BEING WATCHED BY A FEW COPS/
THEY HOPIN I GET CAUGHT THEY SAY IM TOO HOT/
BUT I GOT IT COVERED LIKE ANKLES UNDER TUBE SOCKS/

I HIDE THE GLOCK BEHIND THE MARRIOT/
I USUALLY GO TO THE DOCK THATS MY FAVORITE SPOT/
SURVIELANCE VAN IN THE PARKING LOT/
SOON AS THEY SEE MY FACE THEY GON CALL THE SWAT/

KEVLAR VEST THE 3 EIGHT O COCK/
U SEE THEM PUSSY CATS RUN WHEN MY BARROLE BARK/
SWIMMIN WIT THE WHALES & SHARKS/
THE LIL FISHES GET ATE… LIKE CAROL'S CROUCH/

DRINKING LIQUOR TRYNA FORGET THE/
CRAZY SHIT I DID TO YA LIL SISTER/
I TOOK THAT BIG CHROME PISTOL & I PISTOL WHIPPED HER/
WHOP YA SISTER HEAD TIL I BENT THE PISTOL/

TEAR YA HOOD APART LIKE A FREAKIN TWISTER/
AND I LEAVE IT LOOK LIKE I SENT A MISSLE/
I CAN SMELL YA SCENT LIKE A CHINESE SHIH TZU/
U CAN RUN BUT U CANT HIDE IM GON GET U/

ARE YOU A BETTING MAN.. I'LL MAKE A BET WIT U/
HOW MUCH TORTURE YOU CAN ACTUALLY LIVE THROUGH/
THEM HOLLOWS LIFT U… THEN THE PAIN HIT U/
& WE DOIN THE SAME THANG TO WHOEVER CAME WIT U/

LIKE DRIZZY & DIRT WE LEAVIN NIGGAS CRIPPLE/
WET NIGGAZ UP… U CAN FEEL THE DRIZZLE/
U CANT HEAR THE SHOT... BUT U CAN THE WHISTLE/
U WONT SEE THE FLASH BUT U CAN FEEL THE RIPPLE/

Saturday, October 1, 2011

LYRICS: room #1414 pt.2

today i read my horoscope/

it told me i would die today/

thats the best news i had in years/

cause i don't wanna live anyway/

nothing is ever black or white/

there is always a shade of grey/

red eyes from the turpentine/

this blood stain on my floor just wont go away/

i just wanna go away, i think they found my dna/

but the voice in my head keep yelling stay/

there's a spirit inside me i need a x-ray/

and me & him talk almost everyday/

he tells me it'll be okay/

when they interrogated me he told me what to say/

he also tells me not to disobey/

now i no longer feel guilty when i forget to pray/

closet full of skeletons… a trunk full of empty space/

Friday, September 30, 2011

LYRICS: WALK WITH ME

DOC: SO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD

ME: WHAT ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD?

DOC:TELL ME ABOUT YOUR UPBRINGING

ME: LOOK DOC… IF U WANT THIS CONVERSATION TO GO ANYWHERE U GON HAVE TO BE MORE SPECIFIC.

DOC: CONVERSE…

ME: WHAT?

DOC: NEVER MIND, IM SORRY… SO TELL ME AS A CHILD WHAT WAS A NORMAL DAY LIKE IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD?

ME: WELL…


I WAS SLEEP IN MY BED TIL I HEARD A BOOM/ (ADD SOUND EFX)

IT MUST BE MY PARENTS FIGHTING IN THE LIVING ROOM/

WE NORMALLY EAT CEREAL & WATCH CARTOONS/

BUT TODAY I WATCH MOM NURSE HER OWN WOUNDS/

POPS GONE… WE WANT SEE HIM NO TIME SOON/

EVERY TIME THEY FIGHT SHE MAKE THE NIGGA MOVE/

THE ONLY PLACE THAT FEEL SAFE IS A NIGGA ROOM/

AND I ONLY LEAVE… WHEN I GO TO SCHOOL/

I HATE SCHOOL… SCHOOL HAS TOO MANY RULES/

ITS TOO HARD TO MAKE FRIENDS ALL THE KIDS CRUEL/

ON THE 1ST DAY OF SCHOOL, SOME BULLY TOOK MY SHOES/

THAT DAY I LEARNED HOW IT FELT LOSE/

I WASNT HURT… I WAS CONFUSED/

CUZ NORMALLY IM THE ONE THAT GETS TO LEAVE THE BRUISE/

TWO YEARS LATER I ROBBED HIM FOR HIS JEWELS/

PLUS I USED THAT TOOL TO FIX HIS ATTITUDE/

NOW HE KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO LOSE/


DOC: DO U FEEL THAT YOU EMPOWERED WHEN U HURT SOMEONE?

WAIT DONT ANSWER THAT… YOU SAID THE DAY U WERE BULLIED U LEARNED WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO LOSE.

ME: YEAH SO…

DOC: BUT YOU ALSO ADMITTED THAT THE BULLY DIDNT DAMAGED U PHYSICALLY.. JUST MENTALLY. CORRECT?

ME: CORRECT…

DOC: U EVER TAKE THE TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOUR ACTIONS?

ME: NO.

DOC: U KNOW THE SAME MENTAL DAMAGE & HURT YOU EXPERIENCED THAT DAY… IS THE SAME PAIN YOUR VICTIMS FEEL?


Thursday, September 29, 2011

LYRICS: peepin' ran

staring thru ya window, i see u got that white on/

its just getting dark but inside u got the lights on/

today she in shorts yesterday she had them tights on/

i caught her working out doing yogi with her nikes on/

not the black one's the white one's/

the 1's with the grey check, i got a pair just like'm/

tonight she going out in the mirror putting her ice on/

she got the kind of shape that anything look nice on/

everything concise precise sooo enticing/

im starting to get a woody… i turn my device on/

the last tape i watched so much i was reciting/

the music you was playing in the background… frightening/

i replayed it over & over… rewinding/

u in them red thongs… winding, grinding/

i almost climbed in you made me so excited/

i see you highlighted ur hair its cute i kinda like it/


we friends on Facebook every pic u post i like it/

& i was so delighted the day u had invited/

me to your party in the place where u reside at/

that day i decided… that we should be one… united/

tonights our anniversary/

today we been together a year & u certainly/

haven't noticed me none/

and im starting to feel that this relationship is done/

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

LYRICS: room #1414 pt,1

POPN PILLS IN MY ROCKIN CHAIR/

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PIZZA MAN/

I BEEN WAITING SINCE YESTERDAY/

THE MF STILL AINT MADE IT HERE/

IM ALL OUT OF BLUNTS & BEER/

SMOKIN BIBLE PAPER DRINKING OLD GIN/

AND IM HALFWAY THRU CORINTHIANS/

IT MUST OF TOOK ME HOUR TO SMOKE GENESIS/

FOR SOME STRANGE REASON I CANT REMEMBER SHIT/

MY RIGHT HAND SCARED SOMEHOW I INJURED IT/

MY LEFT CHEEK SCRATCHED LIKE FOUGHT A BITCH/

LAST NIGHT EVENTS MUST OF BEEN INTENSE/

I HOPE I DIDNT LEAVE MY FINGERPRINTS/

THE LAST TIME I DID THAT I HAD TO LEAVE FLINT/

POURING KEROSENE OVER MY VICTIM JEANS/

I WONDER IF THE NEIGHBORS SEEN ANYTHING/

Thursday, September 1, 2011

LYRICS: ADRENALINE

THE 50 KNOCKIN AT MY MOMMA DOOR/

I KNOW THEY LOOKING FOR ME… SO I GOTTA GO/

I TOOK 600 AND I BOUGHT A O/

THIS IS MY LAST CHANCE SO I GOTTA BLOW/

IF I GOT A HOE I GOT A HOE/

AND WE GON BLOW… EVEN IF SHE GOTTA HOE/

A LIL DOUGH TO ALOT OF DOUGH/

AND WE DOIN #'S LIKE THE INSTANT LOTTO/

I WAS TEARING DOWN CHEEROS WHEN IT WAS THE GROTTO/

TELL THE WAITRESS BRING BIG BOTTLE/

AK PISTOL WITH THEM BIG HOLLOWS/

I SHOULD COME TO YA SHOW & THROW RED TOMATO'S/

KITCHEN KNIFE ACROSS YA PA-TY-DO…

PEEL YA SKIN OFF… I-DA-HO/

IM LIKE A POT ON A HOT FIYA/

WHATS A SMALL FRY TO DEEP FRYA/


GUNRULE RUFF RYDER/

& WE AINT JUST IN GUNRULE WE WORLDWIIIIDA/

TELL HER OPEN UP A LIL WIDER/

WHILE I STRAP ON THIS RUFF RIDER/

SHE SAID SHE HATE MEN SHES A MUFF DIVER/

BUT SHE DROVE MY STICK LIKE A TRUCK DRIVER/

NOW THAT MAKES U A LIAR/

SHE LIKE CHIX THAT LOOK LIKE SNOOP FROM THE WIRE/

NOW THAT MAKES U WEIRD… CUZ ALL YA GIRLFRIENDS LOOK LIKE MYA/

TEQUILA PAPAYA… VIAGRA/

SHE WAS WETTER THAN NIAGRA/

I RIP'D OFF HER CLOTHES THEN I GRAB HER/

THREW HER ON THE BED I SMASHED HER/

WHILE I FUCKING HER I HAD A/

CRAZY TEMPTATION TO JUST STAB'R/

DOC CAN U PLEASE TELL ME WHATS THE MATTER...

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

LYRICS: COME TO ME

THE TELEPHONE RINGS, A MOTHER SCREAMS/

PINCH YA SELF… ITS NOT A BAD DREAM/

THEY KILT HER SON… HE WAS SIXTEEN/

FOUND'M LAYIN DEAD BY THE DAIRY QUEEN/

LOSING A FRIEND IS A SCARY THING/

BUT LOSING UR CHILD IS LOSING EVERYTHING/

WHEN THEM KILLERS COME THRU THEY SHOOTING EVERYTHING/

WHEN THE COPS COME THRU… U HEAR THE SIREN SING/

CRYSTAL HILLARD… SHE ON THE SCENE/

NEWS 8, FOX NEWS, CHANNEL 13/

LAST WEEK THEY KILLED ANOTHER TEEN/

I SWEAR BULLETS KILL MORE NIGGAS THAN NICOTINE/

THE NEIGHBORHOOD SAW EVERYTHING

BUT I BET THEY WONT TELL A THING/

WE DONT TALK TO THE PIGS, DONT ASK US WHAT WE SEEN/

WE'LL ALL SAY THE SAME… WE DIDNT SEE ANYTHING/


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

LYRICS: warning

I JUST WOKE UP BROKE AS FUCK/

THE 1ST PERSON I SEE IS GETTIN STUCK UP/

I GOT THIS OLD 38 BUT IT STILL BUCK/

DONT RUN CUZ I'LL SHOOT U DOWN LIKA BUCK/

THE BARRELL LIL DENTED, & THE HANDLE ALL TAPED UP/

FROM PISTOL WHIPPING NIGGAS WHEN THEY DONT GIVE CAKE UP/

BITCH IF I GO IN THIS PURSE & ITS ALL MAKE UP/

IMMA TAKE THIS F'N STEAK KNIFE & CUT YA F'N FACE UP/

KICK DOWN DOORS… TEAR YA PLACE UP/

YA BABY MOMMA CRYING, SHE THINK WE GON RAPE HER/

BUT I DONT WANNA RAPE HER I JUST WANT THE PAPER/

I DONT WANT YA TV, I DONT WANT YOUR ACER/

THEY ALWAYS FREEZE UP WHEN THEY SEE THAT LASER/

DRAGGED THAT BITCH ACROSS FLOOR BY HER LACE FRONT/

NOW IMMA ASK U ONE TIME… DONT LIE CUNT/

IF U DONT TELL ME WHERE ITS AT OR U GON DIE SLUT/



VRS 2:

BLOOD ON MY KNIFE BLOOD ON MY HANDS/

CUT YOU LIKE BOUT IT DID REESE AT JULIANS/

A CLICK FULLA DEALERS, KILLERS & HOOLIGANS/

STRAP WITH THEM TOOLIES GOONIE IM GOIN IN/

BLOOD ON MY SHIRT, BLOOD ON MY PANTS/

BEAT THE SHIT OUT THAT BOY FOR ROBBIN MY MANS/

GUN IN THE WHIP, ONE IN MY PANTS/

HOW THE F' U GON RUN IN SKINNY JEANS & VANZ/

WE FEENA ROB THE STORE & WE USING THE SAME PLAN/

THAT BISHOP USED TO ROB OL MAN QUILLES/

SIPPIN ON GUINESS SMOKING THAT GUNJA/

ALL BLACK EVERYTHING LIKE A AFRICAN GUYANA/

FOR THAT PAPER MY NIGGAS GO BAT SHIT GUANO/

I'LL HAVE STICKY STOMP YA FACE IN… IN A PAIR FERROGAMOS/

LOOK AT THAT MOVADO, I JUST HIT THE LOTTO/

REVOLVER IN YA FACE… SO U CAN SEE THE HOLLOWS/


Monday, June 27, 2011

LYRICS: a good man gone

I WOKE UP MY MOMMA TOLD ME MY HOMIE DIED/
SHE SAID HE WAS VICTIM OF A DRIVE-BY/
THEY SAID A BULLET WENT THRU HIS HEAD & OUT HIS EYE/
I KNOW WHO DID IT, ITS THEM NIGGAS FROM THE OTHER SIDE/
THE HOOD GOT TOGETHER & WE ALL DECIDED/
TONIGHT ITS GONNA BE A HOMICIDE/
MY OG ASKED ME AM I WANNA RIDE/
CUZ WITH OR WITHOUT ME THEY GONNA RIDE/
I JUST SAW HIM YESTERDAY, ON THE GRIND/
WE SMOKED A FEW DUTCH'S HAD A GOOD TIME/
WE TOOK TURN ON THE PLAYS MADE A GOOD DIME/
WE GO WAY BACK SINCE ABOUT NINE/
ITS HARD TO TALK ABOUT THIS SHIT I MIGHT CRYING/
CUZ HONESTLY I AINT USED TO MY FRIENDS DYING/
THAT WAS MY NIGGA MANE NO LYING/
WHENEVER SAW HIM… I WAS RIGHT BESIDE'M/

NOW THE HOOD AT WAR WITH THE OTHER SIDE/
EVERY SINCE THE DAY MY BLOOD BROTHER DIED/
EVERYDAY IM BUYING AMMO FOR MY TARAUS NINE/
NOW I GOT ENOUGH BULLETS TO LAST A LIFETIME/
EVERY TIME WE COME THRU U HEAR SHOTS FIRIN'/
WE DONT STOP TIL WE HEAR COPS SIRENS/
DONT GETCHA ASS CAUGHT IN THE CROSS FIRE/
MY MAN WENT ACROSS THEM TRACKS & HE CAUGHT FIVE/
CAUGHT'M IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME/
PLUS HE HAD HIS HAT TURNED TO THE WRONG SIDE/
WE LOADED UP AND WE GOING ON A LONG RIDE/
LONG CLIP AND EVERY HOLLOW TIP GON FLY/
{I SWEAR IT WASNT TOO MANY NIGGAS MADE LIKE'M/
PLUS HE JUST HAD A SEED WIT A FACE JUST LIKE'M/
WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I WANTED TO BE JUST LIKE'M/
AND TONIGHT SOMEBODY GON DIE JUST LIKE'M/

SO WE DRESSED IN ALL BLACK LIKE CAT BURGLARS/
BUT WE AINT TRYNA STEAL SHIT WE ABOUT MURDER/
FOR THE LAST HOUR WE BEEN RIDIN IN A CIRCLE/
IM READY TO SMOKE A NIGGA LIKE A SWISHER OF PURPLE/
WE NEVER GET HIGH B4 A HOMICIDE/
U GOTTA BE SOBER TO SHOOT THAT LLAMA RIGHT/
WE STROLLIN THRU YA HOOD THROWIN UP SIGNS/
THE 1ST FUCKA WE CROSS, GETTIN CRUCIFIED/
WE GOT A 357 & FORTYFIVE/
A 16 GUAGE & RUSTY NINE/
WE ALL MIGHT SHOT AT THE SAME TIME/

LYRICS: drop a body

chorus:
drop a body as soon as i spot'm i got'm/
later for talkin… i pop'm/ (i pop'm)
pull out that k and i cock'm/ (cock'm)
get up close… and i chop'm/ (chop'm)

drop a body everybody know i shot'm/
and now they know im a problem (its a problem)
wherever they stand ima drop'm/ (drop'm)
as he die watch'm i know he gone i got'm/ (drop a body)

drop a body 12 gauge pump shotty/
1 in the head 5 in the body/
and i bust my shit u can ask roddy/
i earned my stripes u can ask gotty/
drop a body… these betta know i/
let mines go i… lay'm down no lie/
no cloud killing… we don't shoot sky/
let off in the crowd im really using mines/
drop a body… shoot up ya house party/
this kid don't play catch'm drunk sloppy/
pistol whip his as till he talk funny/
i got shot as a shawty so i walk funny/
the niggas that robbed me didn't want money/
they wanted blood, and thats what they got from me/
drop a body… that bulletproof cant stop me/
put holes in ya mask… no hockey/

chorus:
drop a body as soon as i spot'm i got'm/
later for talkin… i pop'm/ (i pop'm)
pull out that k and i cock'm/ (cock'm)
get up close… and i chop'm/ (chop'm)

drop a body everybody know i shot'm/
and now they know im a problem (its a problem)
wherever they stand ima drop'm/ (drop'm)
as he die watch'm i know he gone i got'm/ (drop a body)

drop a body… same shit different potty/
another point scored left that boy sorry/
we keep score cards like we playing yahtsee/
and tryin do numbers like the neo nazi's/
drop a body… then polly we out sipping soki/
veggie tempeh, tofu teriyaki/
then its back to the strip so we can tell the posse/
how that pistol grip pump knock'm out his hurriaches/
drop a body… toe tag the whole ave/
that fo blast & tore half his whole ass/
the job paid cash plus he gave me half/
so i put the whole clip in his old ass/
drop a body… surgeon gloves no love/
professional crime scene no blood/
no fingerprints no evidence
no witnesses… csi taught me this/

chorus:
drop a body as soon as i spot'm i got'm/
later for talkin… i pop'm/ (i pop'm)
pull out that k and i cock'm/ (cock'm)
get up close… and i chop'm/ (chop'm)

drop a body everybody know i shot'm/
and now they know im a problem (its a problem)
wherever they stand ima drop'm/
as he die watch'm i know he gone i got'm/ (drop a body)

LYRICS: money mayhem

THROW THE MONEY IN THE AIR WATCH THEM DOLLARS FALL/
PUT DOLLAR ON YA HEAD WATCH YA BODY FALL/
FOUR SHOTS IN HIS BODY WATCH HIS BODY CRAWL/
STAND OVER HIS BODY GIVE'M ANOTHER FOUR/
LIKE BAM BAM BAM… BAAAM/
THEN SCRAAAM/
METHOD MAN REDMAN WHATEVER MAAAN/
THE DOPE MAN THE SMOKE MAN WHATEVER MAN/
CALL RAN HE CAN GET U WHATEVER MAN/
I KEEP IT TREAL DIRECT CONNECT NO MIDDLE MAN/
5 BANDS FOR THE STASH IN THE MINI VAN/
SOO ALL U SEE IS TRI PODS & MINI CAMS/
ALL THESE MINI ME'S, IT AINT TOO MANY RANS/
IT AINT TOO MANY ME'S… THIS NIGGA THINK HE MINI RAN/
NAH THIS NIGGA THINK HE MINI CEASE/
CONNECT LIKE A JANITOR TOO MANY KEYS/
ASK CEASE... WE KILLIN'M DISEASE/
VALET CLOSED TOO MANY V'S/