Rascalz
The Rascalz are a Canadian hip-hop group from Vancouver, British Columbia, who played a crucial role in the artistic and commercial development of Canadian hip hop. The group consists of emcees Red1 and Misfit, and record producer DJ Kemo. Breakdancers, Zebroc and Dedos were also part of the group.
Formed in 1991, the group released an independent album for Calabash Records in 1992. The album, Really Livin', was recorded under the name of Ragga Muffin Rascals. The re-worked major label recording was released the following year in 1993 by Sony Music Canada. The album was nominated for Best Rap Recording at the 1994 Juno Awards. The group moved to BMG Canada in 1997 to record Cash Crop, followed by Global Warning in 1999 and Reloaded in 2002. In 2007, Red1 released his first solo album, Beg For Nothing.
Juno Award protest
Cash Crop was nominated for Best Rap Recording at the Juno Awards of 1998. Due to Canadian hip hop's limited commercial notability, however, the rap award had never been presented during the main Juno ceremony, instead being relegated to the untelevised technical awards ceremony during the previous evening.
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ALBUMS
- Reloaded released: 2002
- Global Warning released: 1999
- Cash Crop released: 1998
- Really Livin’ released: 1993
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Anatomy
by: RascalzMadame of ya illness
Red-1 and the Misfit
Diggin up the dreaded fist from the northwest
And this is how we go like
Well let me run down the bio
Of the Misfit
Burnin pyro with victim much whackness
Im def with sickness
A pound of vicks
Aint makin it more clear
As I kicks this
>From my inferno
Internal organs
To do with more hits
Watch me
Score the bullzeye
On the target
As I hard hit
And crush the metal back
Like a linebacker
Watch the diplomatic Illness
After the sacker
Bag a buda
Knew the word laws
Ever since the day I was tossed
Into this world
Hurl another rhyme
More spice than time
With persistance
And no assistance
Watch me get my
Astronomically be my anatamy
Has got you starving
Misfit tryin to escape will only bring that ass for the blaze
So check it up
Next up to mention is the Red-1
Kick yo style
To break Down the anatomy of illness
I get myself equipped with realness
And hit the trail with
A knap sack of essentials
Shakin ya mental
I kick that cell wall down
The membrane gets dead ????
Just imagine the surprise
When its emphasised
Your imunity is due to me
When you're emobilized
By the unity
And ability
Originality
No frontin on the mic
When I arrive by the liberty
Live and direct
Wits a bit intensity
The density is thick
No say you cant touch none
A we the
Sick in the brain
Lunatic Campaigns
Through ya sector
Eject ya
Instead my proclaim as the protecter
Connected to a ill cortet
My radiation got ya ballin like
Mots in tibet
They lost sex
Your allignment
Whenever I rhyme with
The never miss
Very intullect you will with this fits
Who commits to the front line
At your time
To show rhyme
Body baggin into nickels and dimes
With the devine
You will find prophesy has to be
Fullfilled with the illness of my anatomy