Vintage Curses

by TAIRRIE B

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1.
BEWARE THE CRONE -------------------------------- 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
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WICKED WITCH of the WEST COAST --------------------------------------------------- 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
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BTCHCRVFT ------------------- 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.
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Ad Nauseam 03:21
AD NAUSEAM ------------------- 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!
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Spirit Queen 04:48
SPIRIT QUEEN --------------------- 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.
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DOWN AS DIRT ---------------------- 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.
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SKY ABOVE, CITY BELOW ------------------------------------ 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!
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OLD SCHOOL GOSPEL --------------------------------- 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!
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Carpe Noctem 03:38
CARPE NOCTEM ------------------------ 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
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DEVIL MAY CARE ------------------------ 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!

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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 ☞ Sky Above, City Below (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTnb1gn6gF8

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

Hails! 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. ♀ )◯( 💋 Tairrie B. Murphy


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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credits

released August 14, 2015

Lyrics & Vocals by Tairrie B. Murphy
Live 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

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♑ └A 2015

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└A Woman currently living in Knoxville, TN.OG Scream Queen, Emcee, Multi-Hyphenate Artist, Wife, & Feminist. Pro-Choice, Anti-Trump, Radical Liberal. Fluent in politics, profanity & RESISTANCE.🎤💋

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