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Crazeology CRZ beats Milano, Italy

Crazeology is a hip hop/rap production duo composed of Weirdo and Res Nullius. They are currently based in Milano, Italy.
Their debut album "Crazeology" was released on December 14, 2011 and has received great feedback. Even the legendary DJ Premier showed interest and played one of their singles "NY Minute" on "Live From HeadQCourterz".
New projects are coming out in 2014.
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Track Name: All Weather All Terrain (feat. DJ Emoh)
All Weather All Terrain (A.W.A.T.)

FIRST VERSE
(Outwrite)
Cold as the brook bitter
brita get drained
brain filtering the soot
how to put it to paint
been cooking in the bush
rip the guts out a snake
so tell me buddy hell is hungry
what the fuck would it take
beat a bison to death
in a fight with my left
like tyson well typing set
cause the letters that i write
might lighten the lie
this is sight inside a cipher
lives cycling tide
goes blood and peroxide
dirt in the cut
both sides get infected
well the worlds in a rush
and i wonder why i'm working
well i work for a buck
so i guess I'm just a person
who's determined his luck
turning earning enough
sermon heard on the bus
the verdict aint perfect
but i work what i got
this is short circuit verses
all surgical cut
a verse person searching
found church in a dutch
through the good and the bad
all the rocky terrain
make a person go mad
savage had to explain
this is thick and the thin
wind battling rain
its all weather no pressure
cause theres more to gain

SECOND VERSE
(Subtex)
The birds flew the route as designed
They in their right heads but really they is outa their minds
A falcon to find a motherfuckin claw in his grip
The obit has skipped the moment that the quarter was flipped
The order dismissed regroup protect the harvest
Row steady plant seeds digest the process
Seen greater man foil in the hands of darkness
Rock a chiefs hat something like an animal carcass
Thats a full blown solar eclipse the older I get
You living in this moment than this moment is next
I gotta be honest really what we talkin is timeless
And if not the best than we some of the finest
Watch the leaves change color another page in the book scribbled
Crack in the side walk attack of the eye balls
Now you know theres always more to gain
Cmon
Track Name: Break Beats of Hell (feat. DJ Trust)
Break Beats of Hell

FIRST VERSE
(Subtex)
Lets take em back with new view
Nah, lets take em forward rocking Fubu
Due to the now school, due to Al Gore
Due to route two
Spray you with a fresh sent
Dog I will Oust you
I will not vague you
Never honor me
Cause i aint really happy yet
Or where i really wanta be
The sail is in the front ship
Rock a wooly cap
Back on his hunter shit
black mask skully rap
Cat cac-alack
Back pack is not prada shit
Not a back pack rapper neither
He aint got a whip
Lotta shit talkin in a very small outhouse
Im older now not a fan of what they like now
Bright lights only dimming
Dive in a swimming pool
Lying cynical
Equation is chemical
Invasion of men and monkeys
Another beast cuffed
Down goes lady liberty
Clean the beach up


SECOND VERSE
(Outwrite)
Trying take advantage
but landing the gab
had me stranded at the cannon
with no lantern or match
manage famished
scanning panoramic for scraps
since pampers planning my plan of attack

(Subtex)
of the clones throw stones in a puzzling corridor
jaw japing picking body parts off a dirty shore
door to door death of a salesmen on rock
all in all build from the core and than flock

(Outwrite)
stockading verses
draw and quarter the loop
if i execute it perfect
still torture the booth
torch burning
word lit scorching the roof
truth merchant
certain your version is mute

(Subtex)
mutated waited hated till the hay-day pay the piper diamonds
its takes a sniper just to balance all the rightful omens
roman coliseum striking at the high of moment
aint playing cake and if i was that be the icing on it


THIRD VERSE
(Outwrite)
Been polluting the youth
with a beautiful spoof
like go on get an uzi
don't be choosy and shoot
you can live it like a movie
moody mimicking news
just go head an get gimmick
you can fit in these shoes
if you treat it like a business
what it'll do
have you changing for the suckers
like fuck it its food
got no time for the fuss
when others confuse
These puppets for a king
rings covered in jewels
new subject
success all of you fools
aint the same as the aim
straight straining my crew
few paint it,
ancient ain't it a zoo
true straining,
training till my knuckles are bruised
late payment,
cadence delivery do
I'm a saying like a meant it
till i enter the tomb
way i structure out a sentence
venom infused
have a rapper talking vengeance
like i stepped on his shoes
Track Name: Heads Up (feat. C-Rayz Walz, Kool Sphere)
Heads Up

FIRST VERSE
(Subtex)
Don't want be a star just a vicious vet
who leaves you in a ball like Mr. Met
Trying to rubix the cub trying to get a grib
my 16s shot than they pistol whip
but I'm sick of it I aint slept in days
Ducking in the trench dodging lit grenades
pick axe my way Keep the fire from under
cause when you ease ups when you loose that hunger
I'm trying to use that hunger
always making records move that bundle
banish light latern lite
american stair american glair
rock bottom nothing is fair
a fucking hassle shackled while witches cackle
in the corner the coroner sharpens his blade like warriors
all in a day never call it a night
if you call it tails up you aint calling it right


HOOK
Heads up we aint got time for yall
Now a days the lower we is the higher we crawl
Heads up and me and you aint nothing a like
If you calling it tails up you aint calling it right


SECOND VERSE
(Outwrite)
Chemical truth
black art evident proof
passed from the gods
go ahead stencil my moves
electrical arc
four element technical talk
introspective gentalman
setting the mark
dirt on peoples palms
earths surface being bombed
soil from the farm
getting broiled in the sun
money food water
oil gold guns
author a student
a teacher to some
process of movement
like air in the lungs
wind in the sail
what should'a been sunk
white shirt new socks
twenty of skunk
super human being
just spit cause its fun
last of breed
in class full of duds
known to keep it moving
like a home when it floods
twist trees like tornadoes
stay blazing a blunt
i'm the coal in the furnace
so the engine can run
committed and determined
with the purpose of one
chase planets life's circles
rotating the sun


THIRD VERSE
(C-Rayz Walz)
Heads up and make sure your neck keep watch
like Rafael I will rock steady your whole beat box
my grind is raw off the cuff when the mind explore
with a free see we aint got time for yall
So keep ducking the shot clock
cause it goes on and on and it dont stop watch
now a days the lower we is the closer we feel
to the legacy of grey sky appeal
the higher we crawl the further we go
so the harvest will grow at the gathering like wheres walzo
heads up cause it took all my strength to lift my dick
so many haters I could use another inch
cause me and you aint nothing a like
sperm cells patiently awaiting the pike
if you call it tails up im calling it snipe
get left you aint calling it right


FORTH VERSE
(Kool Sphere)
Listen;
So don’t try to get at me
I’m surrounded by old money
Corner table
Sippin black label like Clark Gable
Choice is never flashy
Voice is raspy
I keep it moist
Trying to hoist up the chassy
Flow is nasty (uh)
The definition how I rose to position
Is so proficient
Conditioned and rep it in repetition
It’s me
Kool Sphere
keep my ears to the streets
from the stoops to the Bently Coups
career in deceit
The road of success
Molded the soldier was so depressed
From the steps that was taken
What I told of confessed
Always taking the fifth
Money making was swift
In the drop tops the props was rock paper and fist
I resist to be associated
Cuffs on the wrists
Miss appropriated funds for ice buckets of Cris
A yo I lived thru the heartaches of struggle and pain
Unitl my
Decimals double and depart out the game
That’s real………….
Track Name: Acute Symptoms (feat. Block McCloud, DJ Trust)
Acute Symptoms

SECOND VERSE
(Outwrite)
In the placenta
sent to stitch a sentence
better than yall
attentive
hard to catch
like medicine balls
dimension extended
wrench to cog
gear clenching end it
grew from a thought
inventive incentive
light up bulb
disconnect rep
crippled and bald
correct yes
still holding my cards
be the best kept secret
with the luck of the draw
so after im done
how the fuck can they brag
move shit to the side
colostomy bag
popping a tag
property hop in a cab
cigarette life
might be a drag
if you fixate sight
what you dont have
fantasize flight
not leave the pad
jack frost breath
i will crack your pipe
water in the winter
when i get on the mic


THIRD VERSE
(Subex)
Code Red when the gauntlet hits
hour glass promises
I will task garnishes
tarnish when the commit dips
step aside electric slide cardiac arrest
break the hand cuffs bout to break off from this stress
something fishy in a dry lake nothing but a melody
I am all the elements natural LSD
cest la vie say no more ticking just to waste time
sitting in a dark room thinking of the grey skies
faith lies in nothing but a heart beat dummy
Im walking with a limp cause the car set crummy
parking meter change turned barber shop money
In the cut when I shine jack o'lantern out a pumpkin
Versatile vision verse vicious a Van Gogh
We lamping in Brooklyn but thinking Japan doe
You a panel of puppets with hands on your purses
This is real as it gets while you mannequins worthless
Track Name: Out My Path (feat. DJ Emoh)
Out My Path

FIRST VERSE
(Outwrite)
While we watch fine
well they swindle
what little we grind
Chizzle twisted
literal chip in our minds
not a missprint
mystic, predicting our time
news missing
is it a fix fitted for blind
citizens sitting inside
sly, slight of the hand visiting
hidden from eye
plan plotting sign
lion or lamb lost in a lie
line in the sand, tell me
is there god in sky
couldn't tell yah, hella
even if i know
spinning propeller
trying to leave on high note
underneath the cellar
to a view of the live show
rain with no umbrella
its a beautiful revival
good and the bad pad
reflecting what has had
result of no hazmat
suit in a lab blast
ugly truth disputing the last laugh
a lunatic loose
whose computing your bad math

HOOK
Get that weak style out of my path
Out out of my path
Out out of my path
Get that weak style out of my path
Out out of my path
Out out of my path

SECOND VERSE
(Subtex)
Quarter in the pay phone
Orbital flake clone
Dna blue prints nothing to take home
Trunk is the sky with a fucked up eye lid
fuck it if I know Im stuck on this island
Bucket of marlins crooked as Reagan
look at they aint men
They shook as a basehead
took it to face value
Notch the 8th volume
tribulate and trial you
With a gold medalian
Looking so italian
left the horse race
slow through snow traffic
Hoodie and north face
Forth rate of pressure
where the medic stretcher
where the voice of bella
where the fortune teller
steak and portobello
caught a triangle off the wrong foot with the high ankles
bologna sandwich off with the skin
I love real life thats a beautiful thing
Track Name: Bait For The Catch
Bait For The Catch

FIRST VERSE
(Subtex)
Fuck a colorful rebuttal subtle is the mountain goat
audible gore the bull
horrible hord of affordable
suicides door to door
the routine doctrine
on the low these motherfuckers do play possum
On the go they ordered out to do the impossible
impossable is really extremely illogical
on the go like sheeps and wolves
funny how the world turns keep that pull
What’s that faith funny how god is godless
not so modest out the truck
ditch that carcass
miss that life walk within an inch of myself
intricate timelines thats a different hell
These are my thoughts dont judge a book by author
I’m stressed out rolling down natures courses
gazed out at the moon
weary age of forces
centaur of attention
people are horses

HOOK
Black top cross over old chain net
boom box on the side bang an old cassette
got a grill full of coal froze holding their breath
still waiting on plate with no bait for the catch

SECOND VERSE
(Outwrite)
Code broke no joke
laugh between
photograph life
snap the scene
this is tax day ax blade
slash the fee
cut the cost do the math
actually
lives a lotto pick bottle gripped
shit saloon
eat condiments
still split my spoon
pure gold behold
no dispute
its the inner working gear
of the oldest truth
go cold casserole
frozen juice
macaroni meatloaf
living proof
if you open up the fridge
knowing nothing in your crib
but a dirty bottle cluster
and an a moldy piece of bread
half a jar of mustard
and an empty crate of eggs
stomach bound to suffer
food mustve grown a leg
Moldy limb monster haunt
hungry kids
condiment on to it
all of it sick
powder mix alchemist
chemical kit
stove top bubble
even in debt
this blood from a penny
i could easily stretch
that last drop of liquid
from a jug if it wet
no coins in my pocket
but the table gets set
say grace for the plate
well we wait for the catch
flip the bird rotisserie
mission aint new
I eat you eat thats my
crew
Track Name: Roll Up My Sleeves (feat. L.I.F.E. Long, DJ Trust)
Roll Up My Sleeves

FIRST VERSE
(Outwrite)

Its codeine in vein,
pump flame through the blood
something to gain,
turn pain into love
capture the scenery,
paint it with lungs
exhale what it mean to me,
canvas that hung
on the wall of the mind,
since days i was young
knew the world could be hurtful,
trouble it rung
blew crop circles,
alien bud
let the germ gurgle,
heardaling drums
its hair of the turtle
hope to become
next known in the plural,
for the use of the tongue
Hop scotch medusa,
stoned from the jump
organic computer,
downloading a hunch
Standard maneuver,
use to the crumbs
Say Word to the loser
who shoot for the sun
ink and a blunt,
like a drink to a drunk
kill my liver to deliver
all the things that i thunk

HOOK
When they told me that I could wouldn't believe
made me work harder had to roll up my sleeves
but Im here now for the people to see
just your everyday average iller emcee

SECOND VERSE
(L.i.f.e Long)

We crushing all those taking up space
reveal the truth bring it to your face
than watch everything fall in place with grace
like subtex crazeolgy mean ill calibration
like the connection of this collaboration
do the math add up this equation
we bigger than your average figures
monster like that beats with raps
and tracks for listeners we your easy catch
got fans stuck like rats on glue traps
we reeping all over we got the map
where you at meaning what state of the mind you in
its bigger than the country city or region
I go all out for everything I believe in
So recongize your purpose you here for a reason
go hard or nothing
till the end when the spirits leaving
Im outa here

THIRD VERSE
(Subtex)

We walk synchronized foot steps prints in gravel
memorize footnotes lost in battle
Organizing crime crooks forced to slaughter
Threshold best told crossing water
More did up Mason Your boarded up windows
ten cent a comic a quarter for pinball
New world wind fall ready son son
Whole crew is build Ready ready gun gun
Seminal animal tangible judge men panel full camo wool
mechanical heart beat run by a band of wolves
candle lit led feed bred cavern front line
labyrinth bad guys traveling slug slime
Satellite sometimes lunar eclipse
adding up punchline juke for the ribs
no evil no god no right from wrong
life's to short so we in it life long
Track Name: Running Man (feat. DJ Trust)
Running Man

FIRST VERSE
(Outwrite)
champion cant be pinned
panaromic camera spin
capture every angle
when I tango with a pad and pen
evident ever since ever spent
minute with this medicine
never been a sentiment
set in a second tense
letter read my penmsnship
study, remember it
genocide negligence
only use a pencil tip
focused on the venomous
people pushing dope
seem better road exist
but show the boat and bitch
pole stroking in an ocean rich
life is just an opiate
copious coke to sniff
written in quote to get
kids to meet the quoter quick
never even notice it
odor of a stranger death
decomposing motive
colder than a penguin breath
posing for a poster
suppose to be a poet let
letters be the soul
of every person with a slower step
searching for a road
well working on a goal to get


HOOK
Everybody wants to be a running man, running man
brief case with a hundred grand, grand
Sleep dirty the snakes in the sand, sand
everybody wants to be a running man, man

SECOND VERSE
(Subtex)
Another cold day in hell
Make me loose my tempter
Chewing sun flower seeds through a loose antenna
90s coming up bubble goose in winter
Juice box for my lunch
than I'd spar for diner
dont get it twisted
sometimes the heat went off
wish i had the doe back for every sneaker bought
wish i never was an owl head, (who)
check behind me
bus running late
But the rest is timely
There's dust in the air just enough to blink
You must aim for the head
Trust gut instinct
Wow if Love is blind
Well damn hate sees you
never order out from the hand that feeds you
7 sins, I'm a sinister psycho
Who truckin with a squad cause Ive done played iso
I done played marvin
and I done played michael
the unsung thing is it's
all one cycle

THIRD VERSE
(Subtex)
A wise man is wickedest form
he got a germ and a toxin
pin point the center
and exterminate options
insert the venon
but remain yet cautious
live man running but a dead man walking

(Outwrite)
With tied hands cometh
thy stride stay stalking
beat you one legged
in a race no stopping
gracefully state
plate scraping the bottom
goddam scram
the land of the rotten

(Subtex)
Ever Leave the house wonder when’s my last time breathing
Never wear a mask, leave my eyes balls bleeding
sever what he got, i aint going im leaving
balance all the odds
thats i what i call even

(Outwrite)
with a long scope cope
broken english
got a no joke flow cloke
the lingus
nope no pushing snow
frozen splinter
from shovel holding
coldest winter
Track Name: Out My Path (Taj Remix)
FIRST VERSE
(Outwrite)

While we watch fine
well they swindle
what little we grind
Chizzle twisted
literal chip in our minds
not a missprint
mystic, predicting our time
news missing
is it a fix fitted for blind
citizens sitting inside
sly, slight of the hand visiting
hidden from eye
plan plotting sign
lion or lamb lost in a lie
line in the sand, tell me
is there god in sky
couldn't tell yah, hella
even if i know
spinning propeller
trying to leave on high note
underneath the cellar
to a view of the live show
rain with no umbrella
its a beautiful revival
good and the bad pad
reflecting what has had
result of no hazmat
suit in a lab blast
ugly truth disputing the last laugh
a lunatic loose
whose computing your bad math

HOOK
Get that weak style out of my path
Out out of my path
Out out of my path
Get that weak style out of my path
Out out of my path
Out out of my path

SECOND VERSE
(Subtex)

Quarter in the pay phone
Orbital flake clone
Dna blue prints nothing to take home
Trunk is the sky with a fucked up eye lid
fuck it if I know Im stuck on this island
Bucket of marlins crooked as Reagan
look at they aint men
They shook as a basehead
took it to face value
Notch the 8th volume
tribulate and trial you
With a gold medalian
Looking so italian
left the horse race
slow through snow traffic
Hoodie and north face
Forth rate of pressure
where the medic stretcher
where the voice of bella
where the fortune teller
steak and portobello
caught a triangle off the wrong foot with the high ankles
bologna sandwich off with the skin
I love real life thats a beautiful thing