Rebellion

by Angerville

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Our First debut album themed after a revolt against the status quo in Hip Hop.

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released August 11, 2009

Entirely produced by Gamshooter, Mastered by Dorc of Bangin Masters

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Angerville Toronto, Ontario

Angerville isn't just a Rap group, it's a state of mind. Since 2008 Fortunato and Conscious Thought have made their presence felt in the world of Hip Hop. The name now rings bells thanks to the quailty of their music and work ethic. Together the two MC's have built a reputation that garners respect and admiration from fans and peers alike. ... more

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Track Name: Dear Dad
ayo dad I dont got the answer and I can't call it
and I don't understand why God gave you Cancer
Your my dog dad till death and even after that
I got you to the very last after breath
you never missed a basketball game that's a fact
taught me things like that's a gat
hold it tightly son that's a hair pin trigger
squeeze it ever so slightly
see that dude talking to the cop that's a rat
taught me street lessons told me heed warnings
but all i ever do is work a nine to five and see foremans
my papi been a soldier since, Vietnam black beret
cut his own fingers off and he aint never fold or flinch
my dad taught me pain was nothing but a mental issue
learn to deal with it just bite your teeth like it's some dental tissue
theres no such thing as a victim theres just volunteers
inflicted pain through time my mind drift through falling tears

It's all father like son ****, like son ****
I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip
I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you
ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you?

It's all father like son ****, like son ****
I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip
I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you
ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you?

I don't know how to say it the words aint deep enough
you've been there since day one if anyone want beef with us
you would let us fight our own fights you knew the streets were tough
you prepared me real good
bailed me out and always kept your word just like the real would
you was real and nothing but
for sure I turn the heat up on foes and close the oven shut
live for everyday like it's my last that aint nothing what
you kept me real grounded never gassed me or pumped me up
bought me my first pair of Jordans although you can't afford them
I see the calluses from all that shit your hands were holding
a 9 to 5 for you was more like living 9 to 9 I should've followed your lead
instead of living crime to crime I wish that I could take back
couple of times but I can't so I reminisce and write a couple of rhymes
the way I feel about you I can't describe in a couple lines were both soldiers
military salute through the troubled times

It's all father like son ****, like son ****
I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip
I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you
ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you?

It's all father like son ****, like son ****
I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip
I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you
ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you?

I love my pops cause he taught me how to be a man
showed me how to settle beef and handle problems with my hands
told me always work hard but don't forget about you fam
follow what your heart says just make sure that you got a plan
told me that this life was hard, always put your faith in god
trust yourself and no one else to many trying to play the part
he said pursue the art and only do what's in your heart
watch out for those fakes and frauds their preying that you take a loss
I remember way back kicking around a soccer ball
when I was learning how to walk your arms would never let me fall
always had the time to talk whenever I would make a call
had my back against the wall because of you I'm standing tall
until the curtain call always be the first to brawl
break a jaw and break the law for papi I would give it all
without you I can't live at all your everything inside my life
always taught me wrong from write I thank you for the great advice

It's all father like son ****, like son ****
I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip
I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you
ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you?

It's all father like son ****, like son ****
I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip
I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you
ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you?
Track Name: 8 Bit
I'm sitting back thinking on my recollections

it's funny how life can show light and change perceptions

I was a lowlife, lonely with no dirrection

sleeping on park benches stuck in a deep depression

out at night busting heads open with rusty wrenches

Until I went right and learned from my many lessons

on the turnpike, burning another session

clutching weapons like countdown to armageddon

I'm praying to go confessing to the reverend

hoping my soul aint destined for hell's entrance

the violence was senseless, the anger was endless

the search for answers only left me with more questions

why was I born and what's my purpose

I think to myself as I write this in cursive

and spit verses that bring the truth to the surface

mc's getting taxed for their goods and services

I'm like Ryu, hittin dudes with a burning fist

scorching flesh with the heat of a million furnaces

ya'll aint grimey, or dirty as the germs I spit

so stop whining about life and just learn from it



I spit that 8bit Shit, Pop in the Cartridge,

were taking the rap game for hostage

sowing seeds with knowledge

we aint going nowhere, till were reaping the harvest x2



I'm moving forward, about to beat another stage

mc's are wasting their quarters, while we run the game

I've been coping with pain, since a younger age

trying to turn the page in my life

but couldn't stop the rage

smoking haze everyday just to ease the pain

putting thc in my brain to keep me sane

I tried to change but my efforts were all in vain

losing my way drinking cases of liquor by the day

I need to break free and leave from this evil place

but i'm tied to this shit like a needle and lace

the streets aint safe, there's people that beat on your face

and leave you bleeding, sleeping till you never awake

I made an escape and left town without a trace

flying through the sky like super man without a trace

looking back on my 8bit days, I would play NES till my eyes were glazed



I spit that 8bit Shit, Pop in the Cartridge,

were taking the rap game for hostage

sowing seeds with knowledge

we aint going nowhere, till were reaping the harvest x2



Why I always gotta be there when trouble happen

sometimes you gotta get kicked and punched like double dragon

before you realize life's pitfalls

it's too late when bullets hit your face like spitballs

the cops can't creep, nah

as long as walkie talkies on

we pack we in barrels and move it just like donkey kong

The courts are too expensive

I can't afford the truth

fly as a fuckin plane but get killed like 1942

nobody did it for me

so why would I step in and help ya

live and die by the sword like the legend of zelda

cmon, my life's been tough the pain's been real

the pressure gets pressed to your chest like blades of steel

my clicks always puffin on the best

northern lights or big buds

movin work knee deep in the dirt like dig dug

angerville, we coming from ontario's gutters

conscious thought and fortunato

super mario brothers