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WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? What is “The Grimy Awards”? The best way to describe it is a collection of songs I wrote in tribute of my life’s most important influences. It’s kinda like my own personal awards show delivered through beats and rhymes. NOTES ON “PAUL BALOFF” I was always creative, even as a kid. At age three or four, I regularly destroyed my bedroom walls with crayons, leaving crude Gene Simmons and Maurice Sendak inspired hieroglyphics splattered across any blank surface I could find. Through my early obsession with KISS, I got into music. I had a portable AM/FM radio before any kid I knew had one. Then I got a Panasonic boombox & started making my own mix tapes. I really dug Michael Jackson, Blondie, Hall & Oates, Billy Joel & KISS. Before I knew it though, my favorites flipped to Run-DMC & Iron Maiden. I was already jamming out on the used bass guitar my Uncle Howie had recently given me. At the same time, instead of paying attention during 6th grade math class, I was scribbling raps in my notebook, trying to create my own version of “Jam On It” or “Roxanne, Roxanne”. Growing up in NYC during the ‘80s was crazy. Hardcore hip hop was happening right outside my window around the same time I first heard that story about Ozzy Osbourne - the insane maniac biting the heads off bats and throwing them into the audience. This blew my mind and captured 100% of my attention. Musically, anything defined as either subtle or introspective was not for me. I gravitated towards the more aggressive stuff. Back then, my favorites were Slayer & Rakim. Those were my heroes then & they still are now. So are Public Enemy, Cliff Burton and NWA. So is Rick Rubin. And so is Paul Baloff. As a writer, this song is exactly where my head was at in the mid-80s. When I was fourteen, this would have been my anthem. No chorus, no traditional structure, just one long-ass verse of uncensored mayhem over grimy drums. The more things change, the more they stay the same. The 1986 radio conversation between me & Paul at the end of this song was found accidentally when I was finishing up “The Grimy Awards”. It was on a dusty TDK cassette that I hadn’t listened to in twenty-five years and luckily never got rid of it. Salute to 93.5 WRTN for keeping me up ‘til 6am every Saturday night with my finger on the record button. “Midnite Metal” & U68’s “Power Hour” were my heavy metal holy grail. So was Metal Forces Magazine, L’Amours & Zig Zig Records on Avenue U. Rest In Peace and a “Kill All Posers” salute to the late, great Paul Baloff. This song is for you. paul Baloff Disastrous appetite The last massacre fantastica ambassador My castle’s like Vlad Dracula’s Bath of blood - Blast the snub - Plastic gloves - Laugh at love My heart is pitch black like a panther cub or a cancer lung Call me acid tongue - Hit hard like Black Sabbath drums Like an assassin does - Big silencers & massive guns Cooked in the mind - The first to blast ‘em & last to run Look in my eyes, you’d think that Manson had a bastard son Cast aside after dancing out a rancid cunt WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? Tabs & lines got me ranting & trashed inside a trance on drugs (W. Braunstein) I shovel snow up to my dome until my hands are numb Billion Dollar Bill (BMI) Bundles of dope I know my uncle would be amped to touch Produced by ILL BILL A smorgasbord of enormous whores & trashy sluts Voiceovers by Mr. & Mrs. Quiles Nasty ass & jugs happily jack me ‘til I’m blasting cum Cuts by DJ Eclipse And stay swerving into murder & perversion Urgent when we’re inserting lysergics in the virgin Cadaveric maverick savages ravage the average PAUL BALOFF Evangelist family to famished cannibal sandwiches (W. Braunstein, J. Connoy) Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/ Edible funerals - Turn terrible to beautiful MoSS Appeal Music (ASCAP) Sever dudes for food - Several medical tools are suitable Produced by MoSS Troubled times - Some will live, some will die Chewed out in a tomb found mummified Shootouts in the summertime - Bubble crime Devils might drive by - Genocide cenobite Rebels strike hard like a metal pipe Bark like a kennel fight - Sharp like a venom bite Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night Levitate & write everything God said to Christ Hell awaits like Kerry King rocking metal spikes Like Paul Baloff at Studio 54 live “Ultimate Revenge Tour” VHS, all time greatest Spray death here - Shoot the Llama from the elbow Like James Hetfield produced the Piranha demo Acceptance Speech featuring A-Trak First & foremost a toast to my Mom & my Pop Lastly, I’d like to thank all my influences & My daughter & my wife - There’s no one more important in my life various inspirational individuals Without them I wouldn’t be alive in the literal sense & in the mind that got me in the music business - They are my inspiration to grind - My reason to live I’m a fan first so I appreciate mines Rest in peace to my grandmothers & my uncles Thanks to my fans, you’re my family - Y’all molded the person I became & for that I love you I take pride in your support & every album you bought It’s difficult to explain through lyrics how much I miss you Down for life - I love ya’ll for never doubting ya boy Please accept any success I’ve achieved as a tribute Same way I love LL Cool J & Kiss A testament to your impact & influence on everything I’ve ever did One made me wanna rock - The other made me wanna spit You’ll forever live Rick Rubin made me wanna flip em both at the same time I never been a religious person but still bear witness to a higher power Slayer & Scarface inspired me to write insane rhymes Some only pray in their final hour - But I remain grateful for my blessings Thanks to L’amours in Brooklyn accepting my fake ID Thankful to the most high for the many gifts whether present, past or futuristic Opened for Sepultura there when I was only seventeen Blessed to be able to express myself through words & give thanks using lyrics Thanks to my band Injustice Thanks to Ace London studios for letting us Secondly, I’d like to address where It all popped rehearse when we ain’t have nothing From Farragut Road to your block & shouts to all of ya’ll who said I couldn’t do it Gargling booze & saw god sparking a doob You gave me the fire to kick down the door & walk through it Marketing crude - Sharpening tools We’re martyrs & goon shooters that shoot constant modern day Goose Gossage NOTES ON “ACCEPTANCE SPEECH” Ice cold though Siberian summers appear hotter Quite bold like a Nigerian underwear bomber Musically, this is a tribute to the DJ. Big ups to A-Trak for Dope war folklore - Coke whore smoke more blessing this joint with his turntable wizardry & salute to Morbid epitaph - Sordid tortured past provoke more DJ Eclipse for doing the same throughout the entire album. Try to stab me with a knife to be exact These guys are geniuses & deserve massive props for always killing it. Spitefully attacked - trifling & wack - grimier in fact than any award or any rap Any whore or any rat - Close the door on petty crap Lyrically, this song is saying a lot. Not only am I accepting Very happy, thankful to my best of friends my own award, I’m also presenting awards to many people, Had to cut ties with any of the very many snakes in the grass that left me for dead from family, to friends, to every one of you. Much love to Dumped in the river - Swept in the ocean anybody that digs what I do & thanks for the love & support. Heavy emotion - Stand firm though the end is approaching, I’m open I sincerely appreciate it. (W. Braunstein, J. Makhno) Billion Dollar Bill (BMI)/Junior Makhno Publishing Designee (SACEM), Produced by Junior Makhno, Cuts by A-Trak Truth I seen it all from what the truth should be, to what the truth is The only sure thing in life is death, shooters & bricks As we evolve from what we used to be, onto some new shit Coka pure - Sniff white - Respect Lucifer’s gift Rewrite the blueprint with true grit Death is only the beginning Students of moving bricks & full clips or otherwise we just threw fists Heads exploded & spinning like the exorcist Been breaking bad ever since before I became a dad or made it in Rap possession unholy & grinning In truth, I still cater to that - Root for the villain getting paid in full spraying the gat Tell em welcome to hell - Enter the ceremony of winning On the roof of my building getting brain - Taking it back Where I’m from sharks fly & the vultures are swimming I was that projects professor The truth is gangraped while the world watches it horrorified A white kid digesting Five Percenter lessons I copped from the brother selling incense Compulsively taped with flip cams then watch it tomorrow high extensively studied Rakim & other emcees Shoot it like Columbine - Edit it & upload Eventually discovered I spit rather intensely Then Youtube it online for derelicts & cutthroats Now here I am speaking to everybody that be listening That hardcore Hip Hop with heart like nitroglycerin The type of Rap you feel in your cardiac That grimy illmatical boom bap - Mathematical goon rap (W.