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)
Shittalkaz
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics
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Me and my boys, we don't f**k around
You know what I'm sayin'?
So if you diss me
My muthaf**kin' people, or the niggas I roll with
You know what?
Y'all done f**ked up
Here go the shittalkin'
What you really know about killas for real though?
Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the dead
F**kin' with us you lose your muthaf**kin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me that
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga f**k that
I'm the poster child of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so f**k you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I don't give a f**k how many records you sell
Stories you tell, nigga check yourself
And f**k that bitch that you're with too
When the shit go down, where the f**k your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' someone else
When the shit went down they told you f**k yourself
Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the f**k you say something
Too many niggas wanna beat me up
Steal my shit, slap my bitch
I'm like f**k this
Now you know what it's like
To deal with real killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven video channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that f**k you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
We the things that go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit right
Bitch who you think you're f**kin' with?
We keep this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say f**k that, matter of fact
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back
Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit when you get f**ked up
So f**k your set, and f**k your crew
And f**k every muthaf**ka around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' nothin on the map
Except for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that f**k you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those hoes
How the f**k you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night breeders
No little bitch faggots with blonde
So anytime you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can keep your muthaf**kin' TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn down your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
Cause that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch you're gonna pay
We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way beyond talkin' shit
Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs undisputed
We don't need your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the f**k we please
**** who's coat you ridin' on?
You gotta lick balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up your ass
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
And **** tried to warn ya
And there you are receiving the dick in California
While you gettin' f**ked on the West coast
I'm at home f**kin' Kim ****
F**k all you faggot ass sell out hoes
And f**k anybody denying the juggalos
Come to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!
The lyrics to Blaze Ya Dead Homie's song ShitTalkaz are quite aggressive, with the rapper challenging those who dare to diss him or his crew. He calls them out as "bitch ass hoes" and threatens to beat them up, pull the plug on them in the hospital, and invite his "killas" to get involved until "nuthin's left." He contrasts his rough and real style with those who are "bumpin' someone else" and cryin' inside when they realize they messed with the wrong person. He also takes shots at the mainstream rap scene, which he sees as "commercialized." Blaze Ya Dead Homie sees himself and his fellow Dark Carnival juggalos as "Creators of the wicked, night breeders, No little bitch faggots," who refuse to be co-opted by the industry and will stay true to their roots in the underground.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo this is serious shit right here
This situation is very important and should be taken seriously
Me and my boys, we don't f**k around
My friends and I are not to be messed with
So if you diss me
If you disrespect me
My muthaf**kin' people, or the niggas I roll with
My close friends and associates
Y'all done f**ked up
You have made a big mistake
Here go the shittalkin'
Now I'm going to engage in trash-talking
You's a bitch ass hoe
You are a weak and disrespectful person
What you really know about killas for real though?
How much do you actually know about real dangerous individuals?
Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics
Ruining my unique and crazy performance, full of unpredictable individuals
We the rebels for the dead
We are the ones who go against societal norms and conventions in honor of the deceased
F**kin' with us you lose your muthaf**kin' head
If you mess with us, you will face severe consequences
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a little
And you are even remotely engaging in conversation with your weak and disrespectful companions
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
I would prefer to physically harm you to an extreme extent and even cause your death in the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me that
Using derogatory terms to refer to me
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
Because you are a weak and disrespectful person right from the start, I have an urge to physically hit you
With the old school beat down, 10 on 1
Using traditional methods of physically overpowering you, with ten people against one
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from
In my community, fair fights are not something we experience or engage in
Maniac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at
I am insane and I will stay in the exact spot where there is a visible mark of blood
Hopin' you come back, nigga f**k that
Wishing for your return, but ultimately rejecting that idea
I'm the poster child of death
I am a symbol or representation of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I will continue to use my weapon until everything is destroyed
I ain't havin' that so f**k you bitch
I cannot tolerate that behavior, so I reject and disrespect you
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Inform your acquaintances that I do not like them and I am speaking negatively about them
Man I don't give a f**k how many records you sell
I do not care about the number of albums you have sold
Stories you tell, nigga check yourself
The stories you share, evaluate your own actions and behavior
And f**k that bitch that you're with too
And I also disrespect the woman you are associated with
When the shit go down, where the f**k your crew?
When a serious situation occurs, where are the people you associate with?
Probably at home bumpin' someone else
They are most likely at home enjoying the music of another artist
When the shit went down they told you f**k yourself
When the conflict arose, they disregarded and abandoned you
Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin'
Now you are internally upset, but still trying to maintain a tough persona
Thinkin' to yourself why the f**k you say something
Reflecting on your decision to speak up and wondering why you did it
Too many niggas wanna beat me up
A lot of people want to physically harm me
Steal my shit, slap my bitch
Steal my possessions and physically abuse my girlfriend
I'm like f**k this
I am done with this situation
Now you know what it's like
Now you understand the experience
To deal with real killas that don't play, everyday
To interact with dangerous individuals who are serious all the time
Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Physically defeating weak individuals who want to challenge us
Seven video channels for my victims
I have multiple video platforms to expose and humiliate those who oppose me
We the things that go bump in the night
We are the entities that create fear and disturbance during the nighttime
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit right
We do not have any affection or respect for you, you need to correct your behavior
Bitch who you think you're f**kin' with?
Who do you believe yourself to be challenging?
We keep this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
We dominate and control our activities with great speed and efficiency
With the hatchet on the back
With our signature weapon, the hatchet, present and ready for use
While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
While other less talented individuals are resorting to desperate measures for fame and recognition
We say f**k that, matter of fact
We strongly reject that approach and prefer to do things differently
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back
You have damaged and misrepresented our unique approach, we want our original style to be restored
Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough
Do not provoke a physical altercation, as you are not strong or capable of handling it
And all them skills don't mean shit when you get f**ked up
Your abilities and talents are irrelevant if you are severely beaten or harmed
So f**k your set, and f**k your crew
Disregard the group you associate with
And f**k every muthaf**ka around and down with you
Also disrespect every person who supports and aligns themselves with you
And you ain't puttin' nothin on the map
You are not contributing or making any significant impact
Except for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
Except for promoting and perpetuating shallow and commercialized mainstream hip-hop
And I ain't havin' that f**k you bitch
I cannot tolerate that, so I disrespect you
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Inform your acquaintances that I despise them and I am speaking negatively about them
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those hoes
We aggressively and violently deal with weak and disrespectful women
How the f**k you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
How dare you attempt to challenge or confront the loyal followers of the Dark Carnival
Creators of the wicked, night breeders
We are the ones who generate and embody evil and darkness during the nighttime
No little bitch faggots with blonde
No weak and effeminate individuals with blonde hair
So anytime you see me in public
Therefore, whenever you encounter me in a public setting
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
I will forcefully insert a bottle of Faygo soda into your rectum, and your mouth will be filled with a penis
You can keep your muthaf**kin' TRL
You can continue to possess and enjoy your trivial and mainstream MTV show
I stay with my army in the underground and stay real
I remain true to my loyal supporters in the underground music scene
And burn down your little TV set
And I will destroy your insignificant television
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
I will hang Carson, a disliked individual, using razor wire around his neck
Cause that's how we do all day
Because that's our daily approach and attitude
Cross to the other side bitch you're gonna pay
Move to the opposite side, you are going to suffer the consequences
We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds
We remain within the sinister and mysterious realm of the carnival
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked clowns
Twiztid, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, and two sinister clowns representing the wickedness present
Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit
Heads of individuals will inevitably be cut off and sliced open
Bout to take it way beyond talkin' shit
We are prepared to escalate and go further than just engaging in verbal disrespect
Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included
The hatchet, our symbolic weapon, does not factor into the equation, it is not part of the discussion
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs undisputed
Being fully aware that we are the undefeated champions
We don't need your radios and MTV
We do not require your radio airplay or recognition from MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the f**k we please
Despite selling millions of records, we speak freely and without censorship
**** who's coat you ridin' on?
Who are you using for support and popularity?
You gotta lick balls, and write him a song
You have to flatter and please that person by writing a song about them
You got his dick buried so far up your ass
You are completely submissive and obsequious towards that person
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
It is protruding from your mouth, but you enjoy it
And **** tried to warn ya
And other individuals attempted to caution you
And there you are receiving the dick in California
Yet, there you are in California, engaging in sexual acts with that person
While you gettin' f**ked on the West coast
As you are being taken advantage of on the western side of the country
I'm at home f**kin' Kim ****
I am at home having sex with Kim
F**k all you faggot ass sell out hoes
Disregard and disrespect all of you who have compromised your integrity
And f**k anybody denying the juggalos
Also disrespect anyone who rejects and criticizes the loyal followers of the juggalos
Come to the underground and get bit
Come to the alternative music scene and face the consequences
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!
Inform your friends that I despise them and I am speaking very negatively about them
Contributed by Landon C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.