The Sleepwalkaz much like 2 Krazy Devils never really went anywhere and the group was forced to split up. Skrapz went on to do another project with the R.O.C and Blaze went on to hookup with Twiztid and form I.S.I. I.S.I never really did much, a few tracks were recorded by the group but when Violent J of the Insane Clown Posse approached Twiztid for a record deal on Psychopathic Records, they gladly took the offer. This was after the fact that I.S.I as recording artist were pretty much done with and basically had just become a crew of homeboys from the 7 Mile (Twiztid's old neighborhood).
Blaze kept doin his thing underground until Twiztid was able to offer him a solo career on Psychopathic. Blaze accepted and was soon on his way to underground stardom. He recorded his first self titled album on Psychopathic. Blaze has the sound of an old school hardcore ruthless street thug from the early 90's. Blaze's next album was his first length LP called "1 Less G In The Hood cuz i shot that guy in the face with an hatchet". This release was a little more experimental in Blaze's sound. Some guitar was thrown in the mix but all in all the album still stayed true to the "gangsta" image Blaze had created. After he released his 2nd album, he retired for about a year. He then came back into the business, becoming a member of the supergroup Dark Lotus and also recorded his third solo album 'Tha Undying' under his new name Colton Grundy.
Blaze and his label mate Anybody Killa are very close friends, and ABK has been Blaze's hypeman at numerous live shows. ABK and Blaze have since formed a group called Drive-By. Pony Down (Prelude) was released early October 2005. This album has extreme bass lines and has a slower old school sound.
Since ABK has left Psychopathic Records, it is yet to be seen what will happen with the project. As of the latest Gathering of the Juggalos (2006), it was officialy confirmed that Drive-By was 'dead'..
Discography
2 Krazie Devils
-Flipped Insanity (1996)
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
-Blaze Ya Dead Homie EP (2000)
-1 Less G N Da Hood (2001)
-Psychopathics from Outer Space 2 (2003)
-Colton Grundy: The Undying (2004)
-1 Less G N Da Hood : Deluxe G Edition (2006)
-Clockwork Grey (2007)
Drive-By
-Pony Down (2005)
Internet and Concert Singles
-Children of the Wasteland(2001)
-Foo Dang (2002)
-Dead Body Man (2002)
-Mama, I Ain't Changed (2004)
-Look Out (2006)
Ill Connect
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics
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My shirt's wet all over a new connect
Caught a bullet in my neck and it's spillin' just like a sive
Clentch the Glock wonderin' how long I'm gonna live
But before I get ahead the story let's start with,
The kid we was introduced through a kinda friend
My man Ill Money would never lead me astray
Real playa he don't fuck with nothing but big weight
Hold nothing but Afghan twelve hundred a pound
At that price I could flip three or maybe four
In less than a week through the front and out the back door
He says here the numbers and I called the new cat
Told 'im Money said them L-B-S's lookin' fat
I'm lookin' to cop two or thirdies on front
Had intents on flippin' two and baggin' the third up
And layin' the dude down, and skirtin' with all them pounds
And dumpin' a couple rounds, and skippin' a couple towns over
When my boy Loc celled to the smoked out
Over an inner sight front of the crack house
I said I was plannin' the attack,
I need a gun man and a Ryda watch my muthafuckin' back
Cause if shit went wack niggas smoke up on me
What's up R.O.C. it's ya muthafuckin' homie
Seen the thing was I had to roll dude
Grab the first burner I'm bout to fall through
And bodies gon' go I swear right with me
Blaze and R.O.C. make situations sticky
Let out whoever's there babies are included
We leavin' nothin' breathin' no discussions movin'
I won't be seen, cause all they see is the flash from my barrel
Fuck a penitentary, hand steady 160 cock me
Cops can't stop me, fuck I'm gettin' sloppy
Break a lil' bit cross the front of the bitch
Start gunnin' when I pass 'em no aces ditched
While the silencer's silencin' all that's involved
We about to get paid ain't no time to stall
Attempts to catch the bead of sweat drippin' down my face
Burns my eye a lil' bit but my aim is straight
(hook)
I can see it goin' down
ILL CONNECT
It's bout to happen right now
ILL CONNECT
Rob that boy for them pounds
ILL CONNECT
I like the way that sounds
ILL CONNECT
It might come back around
ILL CONNECT
I want the muthafuckin' crown
ILL CONNECT
Them bodies bound to be found
ILL CONNECT
I put 'em deep in the ground
ILL CONNECT
Shit went bad, there was undercover cops
I shot, he shot, and R.O.C. popped
One of his boys in the neck and it got worse
Overhead was the sirens and the sounds of the ghetto bird
I had a coupla holes in my chest like a golf course
And I'm reloadin' the rounds for the I-4 task force
And canine units that tried to subdue us
Plenty of ammunition I;m lookin' to get ruthless
Takin' shelter behind the side door
Amidst the gun battle I drop a few more
So many shells hit the ground and mixed with my blood
It's dust clouds and gun powder and heat above
Time ticks and the second hand fly pass
The streets is riddled with blood and gun blasts
And the final shot that fatally struck me
An who the fuck are they kidding ain't no killin' Ya Dead Homie
(hook)
The lyrics to the song "Ill Connect" tell the story of a drug deal gone wrong. The rapper Blaze Ya Dead Homie discusses his plans to buy and sell large amounts of drugs with the help of a couple of friends. He speaks of the risks of the trade and the danger he faces, even as he moves forward with his plans. But things quickly turn south when they are ambushed by undercover cops. In the ensuing gun battle, Blaze and his comrades are wounded and forced to retreat. The song ends on a dark note, with Blaze reflecting on the violence and desperation of his life.
The lyrics of "Ill Connect" are a vivid example of gangsta rap, a subgenre of hip-hop music that originated in the late 1980s and early 90s. Gangsta rap is defined by its focus on violence, drugs, and gang culture, and often depicts the harsh realities of life in inner cities. "Ill Connect" exemplifies these themes and the overall tone of gangsta rap, which is meant to convey a sense of danger and struggles that come with living on the margins of society.
Blaze Ya Dead Homie himself is a prominent figure in the underground horrorcore scene, a subgenre of hip hop that uses horror-themed imagery and lyrics to convey a sense of menace and unease. His lyrics often delve into dark subject matter, and he is known for his unique voice and delivery. Overall, "Ill Connect" is a prime example of Blaze Ya Dead Homie's style and the themes he explores in his music.
Line by Line Meaning
I'ma G like the 7th letter in the alphabet
I'm a gangster, represented by the seventh letter 'G' in the alphabet
My shirt's wet all over a new connect
I'm excited about a new business connection and sweating with anticipation
Caught a bullet in my neck and it's spillin' just like a sive
I've been shot in the neck and the blood is pouring out like a sieve
Clentch the Glock wonderin' how long I'm gonna live
I'm holding my gun tight, wondering if I'll survive my gunshot wound
But before I get ahead the story let's start with,
Before I go any further, let me start from the beginning of how I met this new business contact
The kid we was introduced through a kinda friend
I met this guy through a mutual friend
My man Ill Money would never lead me astray
Ill Money is a trustworthy friend who wouldn't steer me wrong
Real playa he don't fuck with nothing but big weight
Ill Money only deals with the most lucrative deals in the drug trade
Put me up on game said the players in town
Ill Money informed me of the drug dealers in town
Hold nothing but Afghan twelve hundred a pound
These dealers only sell Afghan weed for $1200 a pound
At that price I could flip three or maybe four
I could buy three or four pounds of weed and make a profit by selling it
In less than a week through the front and out the back door
I plan to sell the weed quickly and discreetly to avoid getting caught
He says here the numbers and I called the new cat
Ill Money gave me the phone number of the new drug dealer
Told 'im Money said them L-B-S's lookin' fat
I told the new dealer that Ill Money recommended him and that the pound of weed looks good
I'm lookin' to cop two or thirdies on front
I plan to buy two or three pounds of weed on credit
Had intents on flippin' two and baggin' the third up
I plan to sell two pounds and keep one pound for myself
And layin' the dude down, and skirtin' with all them pounds
I plan to kill the dealer and run away with all the weed
And dumpin' a couple rounds, and skippin' a couple towns over
I plan to shoot a couple of bullets and escape to another town
When my boy Loc celled to the smoked out
My friend Loc called me in search of weed
Over an inner sight front of the crack house
We met in front of a crack house
I said I was plannin' the attack,
I told Loc of my plans to rob the drug dealer
I need a gun man and a Ryda watch my muthafuckin' back
I need a partner with a gun to watch my back
Cause if shit went wack niggas smoke up on me
If things go wrong, I don't want to get killed
What's up R.O.C. it's ya muthafuckin' homie
I greet my friend R.O.C.
Seen the thing was I had to roll dude
I had to go meet the drug dealer in person
Grab the first burner I'm bout to fall through
I grabbed my gun, ready to go
And bodies gon' go I swear right with me
If there's going to be violence, I'll be the cause of it
Blaze and R.O.C. make situations sticky
Me and R.O.C. can create tense situations
Let out whoever's there babies are included
I plan to kill anyone present, even children
We leavin' nothin' breathin' no discussions movin'
We'll make sure no one is alive and leave quickly
I won't be seen, cause all they see is the flash from my barrel
I don't want to be caught, only the flash of my gun will be visible
Fuck a penitentary, hand steady 160 cock me
I'm not afraid of going to prison, I'm ready to shoot with precision
Cops can't stop me, fuck I'm gettin' sloppy
I'm becoming reckless and careless because I feel invincible
Break a lil' bit cross the front of the bitch
I shot a few rounds to break the front window of the building
Start gunnin' when I pass 'em no aces ditched
I shot at anyone in my path, without hesitation
While the silencer's silencin' all that's involved
My silencer is muffling the sounds of gunshots
We about to get paid ain't no time to stall
We're focused on getting our money and leaving quickly
Attempts to catch the bead of sweat drippin' down my face
Someone tried to shoot me but missed and I can feel sweat dripping down my face
Burns my eye a lil' bit but my aim is straight
The sweat burns my eye a little but I'm still able to aim my gun accurately
I can see it goin' down ILL CONNECT
I can visualize the robbery happening with my new business connection
It's bout to happen right now ILL CONNECT
The robbery is about to happen soon
Rob that boy for them pounds ILL CONNECT
I plan to rob the drug dealer for his pounds of weed
I like the way that sounds ILL CONNECT
I'm excited about the prospect of making a lot of money
It might come back around ILL CONNECT
I might have to face the consequences of my actions in the future
I want the muthafuckin' crown ILL CONNECT
I want to be the top dog in the drug trade
Them bodies bound to be found ILL CONNECT
There will be casualties as a result of my actions
I put 'em deep in the ground ILL CONNECT
I plan to bury the bodies to avoid detection
Shit went bad, there was undercover cops
The robbery went wrong and there were undercover cops present
I shot, he shot, and R.O.C. popped
Everyone was shooting at each other, including R.O.C.
One of his boys in the neck and it got worse
One of the drug dealer's associates was shot in the neck and it made the situation worse
Overhead was the sirens and the sounds of the ghetto bird
Police cars and helicopters were coming to the scene
I had a coupla holes in my chest like a golf course
I was shot in the chest multiple times
And I'm reloadin' the rounds for the I-4 task force
I'm getting more ammunition to battle the police
And canine units that tried to subdue us
Even dogs were trying to apprehend us
Plenty of ammunition I;m lookin' to get ruthless
I have a lot of ammunition and I'm willing to use it ruthlessly
Takin' shelter behind the side door
I'm hiding behind a door to avoid getting shot
Amidst the gun battle I drop a few more
I'm still shooting despite being under fire
So many shells hit the ground and mixed with my blood
There are so many bullet casings on the ground, mixed with my blood
It's dust clouds and gun powder and heat above
There's a lot of chaos and violence in the air
Time ticks and the second hand fly pass
Time is passing quickly and I'm running out of time
The streets is riddled with blood and gun blasts
The streets are filled with blood and the sounds of gunshots
And the final shot that fatally struck me
The last bullet that hit me was fatal
An who the fuck are they kidding ain't no killin' Ya Dead Homie
Even though I'm dead, no one can truly kill my legacy as Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Contributed by Jack J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
dakota ls
This shit bumps man sick bass line
GFM19XX
STILL ALWAYS AND FOREVER🔥🔥💪🏻💪🏻
PenaKULatta
i was introduced to this song through a common friend
Joe S
2022 still bumping
Kirri Broughton
Dope 😀😀😀
jim-bob state mill Elizabeth moria
Whoop whoop one of them days never anywhere near anof ammo .. Mt GAMBIAR, SOUTH AUSSIE state MILL SHOUGHT OUT. ALL I WANT TO DO IS GET A MORBARK OR CAMBIO FIRED UP AND.... THEM LOGS😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂❤️❤️ Hit me back homies
Hektik T9x
Ninja approved!!
Celio Andrade
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