Mr. Jhak & Mr. Owl – Stigmatic Disease (Web Single)

Today Parliament of Strix is leaking for a limited time one track off of the upcoming Mr. Jhak underground hip-hop concept album “Who Killed the Page Wizurd?”, produced by MR. OWL.  We are doing this in anticipation of Jhak’s big show tomorrow at the historic Roxy Theater on the Sunset Strip in West Hollywood, where he will be performing alongside the legendary Devin the Dude!

“Stigmatic Disease” is a track which features samples of Doc Brown & Marty McFly’s run-in with the Libyan terrorists, which strangely enough has become politically relevant again over 25 years after the movie was first released.  Enjoy this sneak peek into our new sound of futuristic indie hip-hop!


DOWNLOAD LINK:  Mr. Jhak & Mr. Owl – Stigmatic Disease LEAKED [MP3, 320kbps, 10.9MB]

Written by Mr. Jhak
Executive Producer MR. OWL
Engineered by Eric Muskopf
Artwork by Mr. Jhak

Web Single released on Parliament of Strix Records 5/3/12, Catalog # PSXS005
http://www.pstrix.com

Lyrics:

Great Scott Doc
It’s the mic rock, checker one two
These emcees coagulated rhymes can’t compare to the intensity
Cuz when I wake up
The Stigmatic lines – they drip from me
Mr. Jhak O’Lantern attack – Incredible
Hulk niggas down cuz their rhymes too edible
I feel like a monster
In the booth when I stomp the
White dwarf that morphs to anomalies phenomenal
Like my rhyming
Can’t stand to see a nigga like me shinning
It’s over, you might as well just start miming
Cuz my limericks – Have you staying up all night like a strix
Talking who who who? Who killed me
Slice like a surgeon
Drop bombs on your mind like an insurgent
You’re worthless, get the fuck off my turf, leave you blue like Smurf
You need to dewrinkle like shirt – In the dryer
Anybody say I ain’t hot is a liar
Stigmatic bars got you vomiting desire
Mr. Jhak – One man mother fucking choir

Stigmatic bars long just to be diseased homie please
Living in doubt I hope you be at ease
I damn sure don’t live my life only just to please
Rather squeeze
And infect every soul with my disease

Flow simple threaded
Speaking words unleaded
Worlds get shredded
I feel lightheaded
Ranting and raving won’t get you far
Cuz I see all from my bazaar – Tis bizarre
My infectious reservoir
Keep what you kill, it’s the Nekromonger way
And we all hunger, so it’s me that they pray
And one day the Underverse will sunder
In due time, our take over will chime, then boom like a thunder
It’ll make you wonder – Is it post apocalyptic?
His shit is so cryptic
(Jhak’s hard speech will leech on the dome peice)
Then cease the reach that creep on the lonely
And then, that’s only sin three
So don’t look at me like I don’t know the divine
I slayed the nine – Wizard kings of Heaven
Then pulled out the heart of the beast of seven
Deadly sins and then trashed Lucifer in a bout of violin
Shit man, now stigmata seeps from my skin
Lagging out my mouth as I laugh again
Now they asking Mr. Jhak, damn where you been?
And I simply reply
Jesus is in Heaven

Stigmatic bars long just to be diseased homie please
Living in doubt I hope you be at ease
I damn sure don’t live my life only just to please
Rather squeeze
And infect ever soul with my disease

Na man you can’t rap
Give the mic back
To this Jhak artist
Niggas is straight starving
Like Ethiopia – Call them Marvin
I’m the first pick in a fresh garden
Cuz my rap jargon, sling paradox out the box
Got Hip Hop in a thick knot, won’t stop
Till you niggas are old, dead, withered, and gray
I bring the moon out in day
Na I’m joking man, your boy just rap all silly
Some say demented – And I always gotta put my two cents in it
I’m not the rapper that will rock cars that are rented in a video
I’m the kind that will walk on stage at your show and snatch the mic like
Start coming at your neck like
Hit the deck or get wrecked like Captain Pike
(Silly bitch, you’re weapons cannot harm me!)
So reach for the sky like a palm tree, you pilgrim
I’ll fuck you up like distilled rum
Rebuild your broken hills son
(Alright let me close my mouth before I really kills them)

Mr. Jhak
Tit for fucking tat
Clobber time on the mic
And eat holes through your sweet bars like rats

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