Vintage Curses

by TAIRRIE B

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WATCH ☞ Beware The Crone (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SL_PAJyD8c4

WATCH ☞ BTCHCRVFT (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezwYP5YiCHM

WATCH ☞ Down As Dirt (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubPwn5nluHc

WATCH ☞ Vintage Curses (ALBUM TEASER)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pyXgjOnkhQ

Hello again! It's been a while since I recorded a rap album. "VINTAGE CURSES" is a dark and witchy feminist journey back to my hip hop roots with a classic old school West Coast influence. The album was created for the love of the ART. It is a FREE DOWNLOAD and gift to friends & fans. If you care to make a DONATION in the name of ART with your DOWNLOAD, I thank you and as always, appreciate the support of my MUSIC and myself as an ARTIST. ♡ This is the only place on the net these songs are OFFICIALLY available. RESPECT to the ARCHITECTS and those I sampled. I hope you dig it as much as I do. You have inspired me and I just wanted to show my LOVE for YOU. Enjoy, share and BEWARE. xo TB


READ ☞ Feature in LA Weekly
www.laweekly.com/music/tairrie-b-hip-hops-original-bad-bitch-is-back-5874080

READ ☞ Interview w/The Daily Mail!
www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3146480/Meet-Tairrie-B-Hip-Hop-s-white-female-rapper-signed-Eazy-E-s-label-returns-new-album-25-years.html

READ ☞ Interview w/ Amoeba.Com!
www.amoeba.com/blog/2015/07/jamoeblog/25-years-after-a-career-that-began-as-part-of-eazy-e-s-ruthless-comptown-white-female-rapper-tairrie-b-returns-to-her-rap-roots.html

READ ☞ Interview w/Skin Back Alley!
skinbackalley.com/2015/06/08/exclusive-tairrie-b-talks-return-to-rap-roots-and-shares-lyric-video-for-new-solo-track-beware-the-crone/

READ ☞ Feature in People Magazine
people.com/music/nwa-original-gangstas-book-5-things-to-know/

PRESS QUOTES:

"TAIRRIE B - HIP HOP's ORIGINAL BAD BITCH IS BACK! Like the n-word and “queer” before it, “bitch” has been pretty thoroughly re-appropriated. Urban dictionary defines “bad bitch” as someone “mentally gifted and usually also fine as hell.” But don’t give credit to Iggy Azalea; give credit to another white rapper, Tairrie B, who was signed to a division of Eazy-E’s Ruthless Records and in 1990 released her debut, The Power of a Woman. Indeed, hip-hop could undoubtedly use fewer twerkers and more wizened truth-sayers. Tairrie B's re-emergence is inspiring. In a genre based upon storytelling, nobody's got more interesting accounts than she. - LAWEEKLY.COM
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"Oh yes, there's name-dropping. But not in the way you would think. There's no industry movers and shakers listed here, laying the path for a future cameo. Anyone who knows Tairrie won't be surprised at the feminist influences mentioned here, namely Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, Bette Davis, Joan of Arc and yes I guess you could even say, Medusa. The music is definitely soaked in an L.A. cologne ("Took an oath to the West Coast And I respect the architects, con safos!"). By putting this dark, witchy theme on the record, Tairrie has given the music a unique spin, making it stand out from everything else out there at the moment. With its old-school flavour and dark trappings casting a magical spell on everything it touches, the wicked witch of the west behind Vintage Curses may indeed be scary but also as entertaining as hell." - BELLAONLINE.COM
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"The legendary Tairrie B, put on by the late, great Eazy-E in 1990, has just released her brand new single, Beware The Crone, taken from her forthcoming album, Vintage Curses. The project is scheduled to be released on August 14. In 2015, Tairrie B is still as outspoken as ever and her new album is proof she has honed her skills as both lyricist and producer. Love her or loathe her, there's no denying she has bravely paved the way for more than a few women in the rock world as well as hip hop today." - HIPHOPGODS.COM
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"She's trailblazing rap artist who paved the way for the likes of Iggy Azalea and Brooke Candy bursting onto the hip hop scene with her debut album The Power Of A Woman on Eazy E's label back in 1990.
Now Tairrie B – one of the very first and original white female rappers in Hip-Hop – is back with her first solo rap material in over twenty five years. And by the sounds of her thrilling new record Vintage Curses, set for release on August 14, it’s been a long time coming." - THEDAILYMAIL.CO.UK
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"Tairrie B is back with new solo rap album Vintage Curses and making killer, innovative, old-school West Coast influenced hip hop; music that is expertly realised with originality, depth and nuance; music that pays respect to those who have come before and lays the ground for those who will follow; music that is fiercely her own and true to both Tairrie and itself. Once signed to N.W.A. lynchpin Eazy E’s Ruthless Records imprint Comptown Records, Tairrie B released her debut rap album The Power Of A Woman in 1990, a trailblazing slab of sedition containing plenty of skill, vim and vigor and one that paved the way for many female artists to follow. For all her extraordinary and accomplished work in the world of metal, Vintage Curses makes it hard to shake the feeling that Tairrie B’s heart-of-hearts still lies deeply in the world of rap and hip hop. The collection of songs has an otherworldly energy that is spellbinding in its intensity, and a close and careful listen to the work shows a depth of craft and skill that only comes with the kind of raw, passionate hard work and experience that flows from the belief that this is what you were born to do. Tairrie B, wordslinger, truth-bringer, multi-faceted and mercurial maven bringing the heart back to hip hop, it’s fucking great to have you back." - SKINBACKALLEY.COM
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"Tairrie B, who returns to rap following a two-decade detour into rock with a new rap album, has been called a pioneer for paving the way for the current generation white female rappers like Iggy Azalea, who was born the year that Tairrie B burst onto the national rap scene. That was 1990 when she was signed by Eazy-E who released her debut solo album The Power Of A Woman on his Ruthless Records imprint Comptown Records, which had major distribution through MCA. Unlikely as it might seem for a white female to hold her own and fit in with Compton's notorious gangsta rap pioneer Eazy-E's Ruthless family, Tairrie B did fit in. And she did by simply being who she was and not fronting but rapping." - AMOEBA.COM
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"Trailblazing Rapper and Alt-Metal Queen Tairrie B Is Back with a New Hip-Hop Single, "Beware the Crone". Those familiar with her history might not be too surprised by her latest project, but it's still as ballsy a move as anything she's ever done in a career defined by ballsy moves. Tairrie's musical career has always been chameleonic. Tairrie burst onto the rap scene as a protégé of NWA don Eazy-E, signing to his imprint Comptown Records for her debut (which would end up as the label's sole release). After that, she switched genres to pursue her interest in heavy metal and the occult. Rap-metal hybrid Manhole and then the purely metal-oriented My Ruin were the result, and up until now, Tairrie's focus has lain squarely on that world. Her new single "Beware the Crone" is a complete about-face, though, and wouldn't sound out of place next to her older hip-hop recordings. It's very old-school, very West Coast, and very witchy—there's a darkness to it that makes a whole lot of sense when Tairrie's heavy metal bonafides are taken into consideration. " - NOISEY.COM
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"If the title of Tairrie B's 1990 debut rap album was reactionary a full quarter of a century ago, then now it just feels visionary. One listen to the teaser for 'Vintage Curses' that Tairrie debuted prior to the album's release had me, with its lyrical nods to the likes of Sylvia Plath, thinking of the intelligent, political rap of Consolidated and The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy et al that influenced me so some two decades ago: one listen to the album in full, however, left me with no doubt that, while the record is fiercely intelligent, its main ingredient is dark, brooding, cool.Revisiting her roots yet maintaining that seemingly effortless cool that appears to completely envelope her at all times, Tairrie has fashioned an album that pays its dues to that old school sound she has succeeded in replicating, but also fuels the black, devilish imagery that surrounds her so." UBERROCK.COM
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"25 years after she released her debut album, she has decided to not abandon her love of metal but let her metal fans know where she had come from before, which might be a shock for those who didn’t know she was a rapper. For those who were hoping to be “Swingin’ Wit’ “T”” eternally, they can do so with the release of Vintage Curses, which shows that with style, grace, and maturity, you can still show how powerful it can be to be a master, or mistress, of ceremonies, regardless of age. Let’s be blunt and to the point: if Chuck D. can still be doing his thing as he approaches 60 and Ice-T never afraid of delivering his classic flows at 57, Tairrie B. shows you can be 50 and still sound as youthful as she was when she was in her mid-20’s. If there is one obvious difference between then and now, she sings with a lower register. That will bring a sense of maturity that isn’t forced, it’s genuine and there. Lyrically, she drops rhymes about what matters to her, her experiences both good and bad, some hopes and fears but also the confidence that has helped her not only as an artist, but as a woman" THISISBOOKSMUSIC.WORDPRESS.COM
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"In 2015, Tairrie B is still as outspoken as ever and her new album is proof she has honed her skills as both lyricist and producer. Love her or loathe her, there’s no denying she has bravely paved the way for more than a few women in the rock world as well as hip hop today." - THEINDEPENDENTVOICE.ORG
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"This is not your usual rap album, but then again Tairrie B. Murphy is not your usual artist; she’s a fifty-year-old feminist heavy metal screamer (of My Ruin fame) and she does things on her terms, period. So what’s a woman like this doing making a rap record? – Well, because she can! So if you’re wondering if she can actually rap, put your fears aside because Tairrie B. possesses a flow many a younger rapper would kill for. I think it’s fair to say that Tairrie B. more than holds her own on the rap front and has put together some highly listenable well worked tunes, with more than a touch of the old school." - HARDPRESSEDED.WORDPRESS.COM
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"Tairrie B (My Ruin, The LVRS, Teenage Time Killers) has released her first single from her return to hip-hop after a 20-plus year hiatus. ‘Beware the Crone’ dropped this week, as the first salvo from her new album Vintage Curses, releasing on August 14th. The track is a spooky slice of music, marked with her classic wordplay and deft rhyming skills."- GHOSTCULTMAG.COM
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released August 14, 2015

Lyrics & Vocals by Tairrie B. Murphy
Drums, Guitar & Bass by Mick Murphy

Tracks 1 & 9
Produced by Tairrie B. Murphy, Mick Murphy & Josh Lynch

Tracks 2, 3, 5 & 10
Produced & Mixed by Tairrie B. Murphy, Mick Murphy & Joel Stooksbury

Tracks 4, 6 ,7 & 8
Produced & Mixed by Tairrie B. Murphy & Mick Murphy

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Additional Vocals on "Beware The Crone" by John Lousteau (Teenage Time Killers) & Wiley Hodgden (The Birds of Satan / Chevy Metal) and "Devil May Care" by Mike Walls.

Cover Art Design by Tairrie B. Murphy
Photography by Gary Bandfield | Tour Bus Live

www.houseofcapricorn.com
♑ └A 2015

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Track Name: Beware The Crone
BEWARE THE CRONE
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Picture a chick that’s mean
Amplify the pitch and I become a scream queen
Motherfucker don’t test me, you address me
With respect or get checked like rest see
I’m possessed when I’m pissed
More scary than the Omen or the Exorcist
I’m sick with this, infamous when I spit
The original bitch with the trademark lips
Check your discs you’ll find me
But if ya don’t betta check your history
First dropped in nineteen ninety
One of a kind when Eazy signed me
Raised in the sun on that gangsta shit
And I paid my dues so don’t trip
Oh, ya gotta a problem with it?
Yeah, I’m back and I’ve flipped the script
To a new chapter like the rapture
Get left behind or adapt your
Mind to rewind and to read the signs like a pastor
Before and after
The hair got blacker, the voice got deeper
I got stronger while they got weaker
Cheaper, showing that ass like trash
But I’mma come back with class
And pass to shed an insult to those egos
My lips are lethal
Tongue deadly as a gun on the microphone
Beware the Crone

Double double, toil and trouble
My cauldron boil and bubble
With blood, sweat and honesty
Blowin’ kisses to my critics like a true OG
Wind’s calling through the trees
Hecate…I call upon thee
Bind my enemies and leave them weak
From the poetry I speak
Guard the circle which I cast
With a wolf and clear my path
As I go faster cause I have to
Craft a rhyme designed to catch a
Thief and Kill a Mockingbird
Line to line and word for word
The mistress of magick will bewitch
Beguile as I kick it freestyle
Watch the transformation happen
From screamin’ back to rappin’
Tappin’ into my intuition
On a mission, y’all keep wishin’
I’d go away but I won’t
I’m here to stay like the women’s vote
Throwing up the goat as I quote Macbeth
What’s done is done but I ain’t done yet
Let that resonate like “The Bell Jar”
While I write my memoir
Invoking smoke from the microphone
Beware the Crone

Beware the Crone (Beware the Crone)
Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone
I said…Beware the Crone (Beware the Crone)
Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone, turn you to stone, yeah…

I step into the light you adjust the lens
Hocus Pocus I’m back again
Wonder how, what, why, where the fuck I’ve been
You can’t focus or comprehend
I transcend the underground
When the sky is black and the moon is round
I rise like the tides the sea brings
Straight from the City of the Angels and got wings
Symbolic of a phoenix from a flame
And this dame still got game and a name
Verses in my veins
Givin’ birth to a new life takes pain
And labor, lots of flavor with heart
Won’t compromise myself or my art
Like Joan of Arc, I slay the microphone
Beware the Crone

Beware the Crone, (Beware the Crone)
Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone
I said…Beware the Crone
Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone, turn you to stone…
yeah…Beware the Crone (Beware the Crone)
Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone
I said…Beware the Crone
Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone, turn you to stone, yeah…

It’s blasphemous and wicked …As the paper burns, a spell is cast
It’s blasphemous and wicked…The past had left a permanent mark
It’s blasphemous and wicked…The power of the planets have been petitioned
Track Name: Wicked Witch of the West Coast
WICKED WITCH of the WEST COAST
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Be not afraid …Get away!
You are in the house of God…
Be not afraid, what afflicts you?
A witch…a witch, a witch afflicts me!
Where be this witch?

Right here motherfucker!

Time for the revival, the rebirth and the reckoning
Microphone check one, two I’m checkin’ in
I felt the beckoning and answered the calling
Mind, body and soul now I’m all in
The reawakening and manifestation of me
Blessed be, to the power of three
Coming hard like a gangsta,
Thanks to the way I was raised…on NWA
So be mindful when you speakin’ to me
Cuz I can get primal with a scream if need be
Keep my profile low like WC
Ain’t a damn thang changed inside me
Lived and died in the heat of Los Angeles
Within an industry that’s always been scandalous
Kept my dignity was true to my essence
And now it’s time for you to feel my presence

Witchy Woman…
Mouth is my weapon, microphone lethal
Murder’s what she wrote, this is more evil
Witchy Woman…
Mouth is my weapon, microphone lethal
Murder’s what she wrote, this is more evil

Fasten your seatbelts… It's gonna be a bumpy night
Quote Bette Davis, when I’m on the mic
Polarize when I leave but this ain't “All About Eve”
I'm a vet not an ingénue, ya betta believe
I’m legit, I’m never weak when I spit
Speak my mind so never mind why I quit
Cuz I'm back and I'm fierce just like vintage Chanel
Resurrected myself and I can still rock bells
Like LL with a rebel yell and I own it
This is my moment
Hello! Now let the dust settle
Ya thought you lost me to heavy metal
Hell no! I still flow like the poets I quote from the past
Woolf to Sylvia Plath
Casting spells when I clear my throat
The Wicked Witch of the West Coast

The Wicked Witch of the West Coast
West Coast style, from LA
Yeah, I think you know my name
Now that’s what I’m sayin’

Now don’t get mad cause I’m back with a vengeance
Just clear the way as I make my entrance
Like an old school beat that’s mean with style
Ain’t got time to act a fool like a child
I’m grown and you shoulda known I’d come off like a boss
In a suit, never mind what it cost
That’s irrelevant, not here to flaunt figures
Or flash my tits and ass like other bitches
I’m Ruthless you’re gonna respect it
I influenced ever since my first record
A headbanger and a motherfuckin rhymesayer
From Ice Cube to Slayer
So let it rain, reign in blood, get ready
Here I come to cold crush and rock steady
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Or a bitch reborn…yeah

Witchy Woman…
Mouth is my weapon, microphone lethal
Murder’s what she wrote, this is more evil
Witchy Woman…
Mouth is my weapon, microphone lethal
Murder’s what she wrote, this is more evil

Mouth is my weapon…the saga continues…old school, new shot
Mouth is my weapon…the saga continues…this is more evil
Mouth is my weapon…the saga continues…old school, new shot
Mouth is my weapon…the saga continues…this is more evil
Track Name: BTCHCRVFT
BTCHCRVFT
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Now I’mma start some shit with this, it’s at a fever pitch
Cause there’s a backlash brewing and I’m the wicked witch
Cold kickin’ up dust just like a blizzard in black
Storm’s on the horizon to let you know I’m back.
Shootin' my gifts, speakin' in riffs with my tongue
No sleep and the mind runs deep, I fear no one
So let the big black cloud come, feel my wrath
Immortalized in BTCHCRVFT!

BTCHCRVFT!
You know the color, the Bitch is in black
Must be a full moon…
BTCHCRVFT!
You know the color, the Bitch is in black
Scaring motherfuckers…

All hail the supreme, beauty fiend, wordslinger
High priestess and motherfuckin' stormbringer
Scarlet to the bone, Maiden, Mother and Crone
On a murderous return to the throne
No Church, just conjuring words that hurt
Wolves howl, as I flow it slow verse to verse
Exalting the night
The keeper of the cauldron, scorchin’ and scaldin’ the mic
Invoking ruin and not a moment too soon
I’ll put your under my spell and make you bark at the moon
Until you walk with me along the left hand path
Immortalized in BTCHCRVFT!

BTCHCRVFT!
You know the color, the Bitch is in black
Must be a full moon…
BTCHCRVFT!
You know the color, the Bitch is in black
Scaring motherfuckers…

Takin’ bitches back to the past…

A magnum is a microphone, a magnum is a microphone
A magnum is a microphone murdering emcees
Yeah, lets do it…

Steadily I approach a sucka strapped with my medley
Them not knowing I’m beautiful but deadly
Coincidentally I’m not that friendly
But tonight the spirits run through me readily
Feeling melancholy so I got nostalgic
And I can rock a topic philosophic
With a book of shadows and a black swan theory
Haunt your mind on a sentimental journey
Back in time to rise like a phoenix
From the ashes of a Comptown remix
The OG, Tairrie B. you know me
I’m not an urban myth, I’m history
Where I’ve been ain’t no mystery
And fuck the critics, I know ya missed me
You can’t burn this witch I’ll play ya
Turn myself into Mother Nature
Open up the skies with metaphors
And when it rains it pours
Thunderstorms and words galore
A lightening rod with pens for swords
Slayin’ demons with my vocal chords
An LA Woman just like The Doors described so pass the Whiskey
A magnum is a microphone murdering emcees
Still got the fire inside me
With a passionate heart to guide me
The name of the game is survival
I don’t cuss I swear on the fuckin’ Bible
The Villainess, ill-oquent in my scripture
Fist full of fury, piss and vinegar
When I’m done I’ll be the one they quote…

And that’s all she wrote.
Track Name: Ad Nauseam
AD NAUSEAM
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I can hear your heartbeat through your sweat
So don’t put dirt on my grave just yet
Spittin’ bars to new levels for irrelevant fellas
Demystifying the Devil cuz I’m the real rebel
Raisin’ stakes in my rhyme the first line with my fist
Punks step back; don’t know how to re -act to this
Feminist, activist, no need to practice this
Ain’t showin’ my ass every goddamn chance I get
Tracking this seamless so you fuckers will feel this
For lyrical content and not with your penis
No booty shakin’ half naked ad nauseam
I’m making moves by the moon with insomnia
Fluidly with ingenuity I rock shit
You wanna dismiss it but can’t so you talk shit
Fed up with the ageism, sexism, racism
In an industry fueled by fakeism
Commercialized over hyped cheap antics
I’m sick to death of seeing everyone’s panties
Not here for the sell, just kickin’ semantics
With style and perspective that’s real, so respect it!

Anyone can be likeable but it really takes guts to be hated
And she knew she was hated but she didn’t care
You know her name?
She repped hip-hop on the West Coast
You’re taking about Tairrie B. Yeah Tairrie B!

Now let’s hear it for my sisters who had something to say
The ladies who spit legit from back in the day
Smashing stereotypes and breaking down doors
Pushing boundaries and waxing poetic on the dance floors
Not dropping drawers like whores on all fours
Setting women back for years after all that we’ve fought for
Whatever happened to the bad ass chicks?
Now everybody’s videos are porn flicks!
Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with a nice ass
But put some clothes on and leave some mystery for fans
Damn, that shit’s weak and reeks of weak minds
Who got nothing to say so they just show their behinds
I grind rhymes and flow my linguistics
Myself not a mimic, so no need for those gimmicks
And that might come as a disturbance to cynics
But my resurgence is urgent so middle finger to critics
I never quit it, just took a sabbatical for my soul
Turned my words into sigils so magical to behold
Bringin’ the cold to the mic like an ice queen
But I can make it melt motherfucker, if I scream

She was gonna be a real fiesty dynamo and create electricity wherever she went
Tairrie B!
Bitch virtuosity!
Putting more fuel on the fire
I would love to hear more female opinions with regards to this topic…

Strike a pose and the Hollywood sign lights up
So leave your Gods and your politics home cuz I don’t give a fuck
I rep the city that I love the most
And when the sun sets low on the West Coast…
I shine cuz I’m nobody’s protégé,
Write my own rhymes, won’t apologize for what I say
In a business that thrives on lies
Nobody gave me a free ride but I still survived
And there was hell to pay so I paid dues
I took my lumps and I gave a few too
So don’t believe everything you read
The internets full of bullshit and those who feed
Off the negativity like a vulture
And they’ll bleed you dry in this comment culture
The need to be famous gave us pop
And watered down Hip-Hop with a booty on top
Please stop tryna get that attention
Because it’s a movement, don’t mean its progression
My self expression is progressing with age
But I can still remember when women had rage
Originality that wasn’t easy to bluff
And now all I see is just image and fluff
But “If It Ain’t Ruff” then I’mma say “damn bitch”
So listen up! Do I speak a dead language?
Cuz I’m a bad witch like Jessica Lange is
And I ain’t here to be cute, I do damage!
Track Name: Spirit Queen
SPIRIT QUEEN
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Sky above me, Earth below me, Fire within me, Come to me...
Sky above me, Earth below me, Fire within me, Come to me…

1989, kicked my first rhyme, picked up a mic
The Maiden cast her circle white
Enchanted me with tales from the streets
And I cut my teeth on breaks and beats
Represented by the waxing moon
I was surrounded by men with attitudes
Violent stares and a flare for sampling
Black sheep of the “Ruthless” family
Misfit rebel with a mouthful of poison
The boys in the hood were busy makin noise and
“Always Into Something” bumpin’ that “Dopeman”
I was on my own with the murder I wrote and
Standing my ground, never backed down
Put my first record out on “Comptown”
Young and innocent I created my name
Strong and brave but naïve to the game
“Swingin’ wit T” gave me a little fame
But I walked away and I showed no shame
Lookin’ back today it was a helluva ride
“The Power of a Woman” was ahead of it’s time…

Damnation is a Holy transformation, I got a bad reputation
Givin’ love to the West Coast congregation, this is my revelation
Damnation is a Holy transformation, I got a bad reputation
Givin’ love to the West Coast congregation, this is my revelation

1993, the music changed inside my head
The Mother cast her circle red
Welcomed me into her open arms
Introduced me to her book of charms
Symbolic of a moon that’s full and round
The “Power of the Riff” and the underground
Shootin’ my gift and adorned in metal
I blazed a trail while runnin’ with the Devil
Paid my dues and I earned respect
Cult following is in full effect
A trademark scream that I never gave up
Nothing more powerful than a mind made up
“A Throat Full of Heart” and “A Prayer Under Pressure”
“Blasphemous Girl”, “Not Made to Measure”
Invisible oranges inside my hand
Put the needle to record of “Pentagram”…

Damnation is a Holy transformation, I got a bad reputation
Givin’ love to the West Coast congregation, this is my revelation
Damnation is a Holy transformation, I got a bad reputation
Givin’ love to the West Coast congregation, this is my revelation

2014, It’s been a long time but I’m back
The Crone cast her circle black
Inspired me to reinvent myself
So West Coast that I’mma vet myself
Summon “The Covenant” to create my mood
Signified with a crescent moon
This is a warning, there ain’t no mourning
And when I’m venting, they’ll be no repenting
Just a waning, for those tryna curse me
Cause I ain’t thirsty and the last name’s “Murphy”
Not a protégé baby, I’m self made
Mistress of the verbal hand grenade
Been here for years breathing LA smog
Screamin’ at demons so you know I ain’t soft
Just settin’ it off until the break of dawn
Then I drop the bomb and I break em off some
The monarch and this is catharsis
A survivor in an industry that kills artists
But my wisdom and wit kept me legit
Now I’m blowin’ your minds with a rhyme that’s sick
A bell, book and candle with a broomstick
This ain’t no “Witches of Eastwick”
I represent the West bitch!
A lot of chicks come and go but I’m still the best bitch
Dark magic in the skills I possess
All praise to the Triple Goddess
You can feel the fluidity, my Holy Trinity
The divinity of my femininity
No sympathy for the Devil necessary
I hold my own and when I do it’s scary
Call upon the muse and the powers that be unseen
Come to me my spirit queen

Damnation is a Holy transformation, I got a bad reputation
Givin’ love to the West Coast congregation, this is my revelation
Damnation is a Holy transformation, I got a bad reputation
Givin’ love to the West Coast congregation, this is my revelation

You can be before your time or after your time
But to be right, you have to be right on time.
Track Name: Down As Dirt
DOWN AS DIRT
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One of the reasons why people fear the word witch so much is that it brings up ideas about women’s power.

Who is the baddest witch in town?

A witch is a woman of the earth, down as dirt
Inherited powers from birth
But back in the day, the witch hunts of Salem
Whipped up hysterical views against women
Mob mentalities and manifestations
Religion influenced imaginations
Of congregations making observations
Behind closed doors having conversations
Disrespect for divine creations
Defamation for generations
So I come forth with this evocation
Give praise to my inspiration
The sacred feminine and woman inside
Divine with words and verses I write
Born to rhyme when the lightning struck
So if you don’t like my record, I don’t give a fuck!

Who is the baddest witch in town?
Raised in L.A. colder than cool
Definitely deadly down with old school

Going way back on a payback deep cut
1987 when the shit was rough
An old crone with my bitches brew
Respect to the chicks who built the old school
Cold chillin’ with my crew rockin’ classic tracks
Puttin’ spells on suckas like needles on wax
Spittin’ words unheard ain’t tryna be pretty
I’m an underground queen representin' my city
A heavy metal vet, you can check my history
Brutal lyricist, so vicious with the delivery
Sharp as a tongue when souls collide
Deep as the ocean and dark as the night
In the shadows of the industry I reside
On a pale horse of death I ride
Three horsemen by my side
And my mic sounds mean not motherfuckin’ nice!

Who is the baddest witch in town?
Raised in L.A. colder than cool
Definitely deadly down with old school
Who is the baddest witch in town?
Raised in L.A. colder than cool
Definitely deadly down with old school

When I cast my circle, I will not hurt ya
I’ll draw some blood and I’ll convert ya
Have ya worship at my alter
Cuz I’m harder than the Rock of Gibraltar
Monolithic, specific a Force Majeure
When Mother Nature strikes, it’s pure
Like Haute Couture or Black Sabbath
I form my lyrics just like a labyrinth
Mazes and phrases only I knew
Phases of the moon to guide you
A Goddess, in a congress of Witches
A Feminist, independent with this
Gift I spit like Bellatrix Le Strange
So come correct or don’t speak my name
The first chick to embrace the word witch
A Maverick, the original bad bitch!

Who is the baddest witch in town?
Raised in L.A. colder than cool
Definitely deadly down with old school

We have been taught to fear the witch
But we are still drawn to her power
We have been taught to fear the witch
But we are still drawn to her power

Who is the baddest witch in town?

By performing rituals like this one, many women feel they are finding the strength to fight for what they believe. I think a witch is something that comes out of the ground and gives everybody magical powers.
Track Name: Sky Above, City Below
SKY ABOVE, CITY BELOW
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And now for news of our own West Coast…
Yo Tairrie, show em who’s Ruthless!

The original with the subliminal verses
So blasphemous with the classic curses
Cataclysmic as a wordsmith
Darkness lurks beneath the surface
Poetic catharsis, ominous on purpose
The antithesis to the mindless bullshit
Hexing and better than I’ve ever been
The only chick to go from rap to rock, back to rap again
And goddamn, I’mma speak it my way
Got the power of resurgence like Misty Day
Resurrecting the past as I rep Los Angeles
Streets sparkle from the dust of the vacuous
Reviving my roots with confidence
Conscience, no vapid sex over substance
So I don’t need no one to co-sign this
Timeless with my superflyness

No stars in the sky tonight, a storm’s on the rise
Winds blowing and the tides are high
Don’t be looking my way, if you’re looking for a fight
I don’t care what you say just spell my name right!
No stars in the sky, storm’s on the rise
Winds blowing and the tides are high
If you’re looking my way, don’t be looking for a fight
I don’t care what you say just spell my name right!

Tairrie B. motherfucker remember me?
Sucker free Southern Cali with a colorful history
The infamy precedes me
But don’t shake my hand if it’s not nice to meet me
Voice poised with authority, articulating fire
In my verses like a lyrical cipher
Mystical scryer, vocab spectacular
Hail to the chick with the dope vernacular
It’s déjà vu so you must be trippin
No strippin’ just verbal riffin’, listen
I’m a Hollywood villain killin’ like Garbo
Pre code, Mata Hari chillin’ at the Chateau
Spittin’ to this or screamin’ to heavy metal
Leavin' lipstick prints all over the instrumental
Let the smoke settle while I take a new form
So be warned I’m reborn in the house of Capricorn

No stars in the sky tonight, a storm’s on the rise
Winds blowing and the tides are high
Don’t be looking my way, if you’re looking for a fight
I don’t care what you say just spell my name right!
No stars in the sky, storm’s on the rise
Winds blowing and the tides are high
If you’re looking my way, don’t be looking for a fight
I don’t care what you say just spell my name right!

From the desert to the sea to all of Southern California…

Night falls on the LA skyline
Iconic like the Hollywood sign
Dramatic, you’ve been waitin’ for this like an addict
So sick when I summon the magick
Hotter than the concrete jungle in sunshine
Solidified with a Golden State of mind
Took an oath to the West Coast
And I respect the architects, con safos!
Drawing down the moon like a daughter
From the hills, highways to the water
Call upon the winds as I craft my chant
A lunar eclipse will manifest my wrath
If the sky was God, I’d believe in him
But the city is the Devil so I’m livin’ in sin
Speech unique, technique antique when I talk
For Women In The Coven of Hip-hop

No stars in the sky tonight, a storm’s on the rise
Winds blowing and the tides are high
Don’t be looking my way, if you’re looking for a fight
I don’t care what you say just spell my name right!
No stars in the sky, storm’s on the rise
Winds blowing and the tides are high
If you’re looking my way, don’t be looking for a fight
I don’t care what you say just spell my name right!
Track Name: Old School Gospel
OLD SCHOOL GOSPEL
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Look at that person next to ya and say…
Neighbor, when I’m about to lose my mind,
Give me 30 seconds to show you what I do….
This is a warning….you stupid motherfucker!
We’re gonna take a little trip down memory lane…

Now I remember you from back in the day
Had mad respect when you came my way
20 years later and shits done changed
Now you're a hater but I'm still the same
I let you hear it cuz you wanted a sip
You didn’t get it so you had to trip
Got ignorant, flipped quick, you know the story
Never made a record but think you an authority
Gotta admit, I was hot as fuck
But when your texts rolled in after you hung up
I just had to laugh and call it a night
You can’t dance with the Devil in the bright sunlight
Done playin' nice, fuck your advice
Fooled me once, won't fool me twice
Tried to throw water at the Wicked Witch
But I don't melt, I slaughter a bitch!

A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!

It’s a shame when I gotta check a dame six ways from Sunday
Rest on the seventh murder on Monday
You wanna reminisce? You really don’t know me
I’m as real as it gets, so who’s really the phony?
Learned to scream and became a queen
But I can still rock a rhyme that’s mean
So don't step with that lightweight crap
I'm “Black Flag” to your “Adam Ant”
I kill ants on contact, when I rap
And If you don't get the reference, its cause ya can't!
You're like Carly squawkin' that "Call Me Maybe"
I'm like Teena talkin' “Square Biz” baby
But I'mma rip ya and hip ya to the "B"
The T A I double R IE
And If I'm too wordy it's cause I kick game
May the bridges I burn light my motherfuckin’ name!

A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!
A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!


Now throw your hands up and check my flow
As above, so below
I said throw your hands up and check my flow…check my flow
Turn up the microphone!

A hymn for the haters, some old school gospel
I don’t hustle, I'm known to get hostile
So violent with a mic in my hand
You better run for cover if I get my band
All my fans and blasphemous girls
Got witches in my coven all around the world
Dressed in black ready to attack
A wolf pack that got my back and it's like that
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
I get wicked and then some collecting teeth
Better watch your mouth next time we meet
Wolves don't lose sleep from opinions of sheep
And night is falling, the moon is shining, clouds are forming
The storm is coming….this is a warning

A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!
A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!

Hallelujah, Hallelujah…..Hallelujah!
Track Name: Carpe Noctem
CARPE NOCTEM
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The moon has awoken with the sleep of the sun
Light has been broken and the spell has begun
Step into another realm, it's a dark night
You never know what you’ll see or you might find
Open up your mind and pay close attention
Invite the ghosts, engage your senses
Light your candles and watch the room glow
Moon glow outside your window
In the shadows the music will find you
With a rhyme designed to bind you
While I invoke intense attractions
Positive and negative reactions
Transmutation, divination
It’s all about the imagination
Interpretation, intoxication
Lay back in the cut and feel the vibration…

When clouds are forming…we hail the sky
When the cities sleeping…we come alive
When stars align…we worship light
When the moon is shining…we seize the night

So I’mma break it down real slowly….
Re - introduce myself for those who don’t know me
Born, under the sign of Capricorn
Been here before now I’m back in good form
A sorceress of vintage curses
Connoisseur of words and verses
Green eyed lady getting’ fly on a classic relic
A seventies psychedelic
To bring you back to the origin
I got the mojo risin’ just like Jim Morrison
A solitary witch, no religion
Guided by gut and my own traditions
With an endless well of darkness
And like a midnight sun in the Arctic
A natural phenomenon with a sharp tongue
My third eye is strong as an incantation

When clouds are forming…we hail the sky
When the cities sleeping…we come alive
When the stars align…we worship light
When the moon is shining…we seize the night

Now some will fear me and won’t come near me
Close their minds and refuse to hear me
But when I speak, I speak clearly
No affectation just sincerely
Spilling open my book of memories
History, friends and enemies,
Dark sensibilities and dreams with cosmic vibes
Let souls collide
And I thrive when the moon ascends
Become the vessel and I transcend
Make amends with my past
Channel my demons in every spell I cast
Bring them forth from beneath
Summon the underground where I cut my teeth
And still reside, broomstick by my side
Cause its ride or die

When clouds are forming…we hail the sky
When the cities sleeping…we come alive
When stars align…we worship light
When the moon is shining…we seize the night
When clouds are forming…we hail the sky
When the cities sleeping…we come alive
When stars align…we worship light
When the moon is shining…we seize the night
Track Name: Devil May Care
DEVIL MAY CARE
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Now tell us about your work with the Devil….

Grey skies signify
Calm before the storm, then I arrive
Striking fear into the hearts of men
But I’d rather be feared than loved, I walk in…
With the West Coast swagger
Mouth like murder, nails like daggers
Reputation precedes me
Better the Devil you know, than the Devil you don’t see
I rock a microphone till it’s broke
Sharpen my tongue on the smoke
Never choke, chase it with a Jack & Coke
Clear my throat and then gloat
Un-apologetic, poetic heretic
Conjuring magick on a timeless classic
Raven hair, crimson lips
Sparks fly from my finger tips

She’s just a Devil Woman with evil on her mind
Beware the Devil Woman…she’s gonna get you…
She’s just a Devil Woman with evil on her mind
Beware the Devil Woman…she’s gonna get you from behind

The winds blowing, spirits callin’
Takin’ it back to the days of “yes y’allin”
Superstitious with a voice that’s vicious
Kickin’ against the pricks, seditious
Drinkin’ Absinthe, burning sage
Reading Blake, listening to Nick Cave
“Tender Prey” to keep the ghosts away
Ice T for the suckas I slay
No compromising, the sun is rising
Oracle prophesizing
Witching hour’s upon us heed the warning…
It’s soon to be morning
Dressed in black like a cat I’m darkness
And I’ll curse the first to start talkin’ shit
It’s the season of the bitch and I’m the rebel
Coldest chick in metal!

She’s just a Devil Woman with evil on her mind
Beware the Devil Woman…she’s gonna get you
She’s just a Devil Woman with evil on her mind
Beward the Devil Woman…she’s gonna get you…

Stay Away
Damn, I see demons
Look Out!

I hold the microphone like a grudge
Mood’s sacred and moon has turned to blood
A revelation and seventh sign
It’s an Omen when I speak my mind
But don’t mistake this rhyme for kindness
I crafted, carefully designed this track abstract and introspective
For the Coven of a witches collective
Strange brew and my crew’s objective
Introduce a new perspective
Subversive, subjective
For the love of the art and reflective
Respect, to Eazy Muthafuckin E!
Godfather of gangster rap, Rest In Peace
Clever as the Devil but twice as mean
I don’t worship Satan, he worships me!

She’s just a Devil Woman with evil on her mind
Beware the Devil Woman she’s gonna get you…
She’s just a Devil Woman with evil on her mind
Beware the Devil Woman she’s gonna get you….
She’s just a Devil Woman with evil on her mind
Beware the Devil Woman she’s gonna get you…
She’s just a Devil Woman with evil on her mind
Beware the Devil Woman she’s gonna get you …

The original bitch!
Possessed by the Devil
Tairrie B…West Coast Motherfucker!