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Woozy

Album: The iLliterate Papers
By:
NoTiQ

Duration

3:51

Genres

Rap/Gangsta Rap

Description

Featuring b.ware (Courtesy of ASCAP) Production by Saki XL of ISE Productions Southern sound with a heavy baseline throughout along with cleaver lyrics, strong yet smooth delivery that will keep listeners attention. New voice shining through the fog of a comfortable Atlanta, sure to attract those who's variety ranges from the street narratives of Young Jeezy to sophisticated poetics of Andre 3000.

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Lyrics

Verse 1: Aye shawty,I’m cold on the mic I'm hype when I write, immaculant I-Life Practitioner pen type font wit me I control, alt, delete, diffusion life refuse your viewing rights no lights I’m tryna control rap energy send to me all ya idols, St. Aquinas firefight ya images full of rhinestones I know. I’m bold, spit in italics cuz I’m right. Which means I’m leanin towards the opposite Sh*t you left and liked. Lick my lips, Tend to delight,women friends and fans alike. Bite none of my predecessors, but award em’ out of spite Be content, Your purpose severed, enveloped in foolish Hors d'oeuvres Trinkets tassels and plaques. MARTA has new seating arrangements You can either get off the damn bus, or get the f*ck back I’m Aljazeera, you MSNBC you whack Atlanta I’m here, entangled in this candy-coated world Shoot back Its sugar-free,b*tch Chorus: Thumb on ya trachea/fingers gently wrapped around ya neck/ chaney certified tactics/truth is my dialect/my language is to subdue thee/who he/naw we ain’t here for murder/just here to make em’ woozy Verse 2: I transform,mitosis, meiosis I’m walking for higher levels,multiple clorosis Introvert like the frames beveled,Frankie and Maze Or bad boy Betha, playin’ with the devil, lets race Steel like I Vanderbilt bound, construct a sound This is full sail audionomics, take a bow Hands on deck, fingertips singed from pressin eject I bow-chika-wow, my knife enjoys sex with ya neck Never slaughter due to lack of respect for you But for keepin my people further in debt I smile for the public but,when discontent I’m obama you Chavez, you see the index Clearly noted, whose the aggressor with the threat Victims duck, I stand out side of low low Doors open and bust. Tatted on my chest The Lord I trust. Nothing hallowed except the name The game,you in it for the bucks I meant what I said,you f*cked Chorus: Thumb on ya trachea/fingers gently wrapped around ya neck/ chaney certified tactics/truth is my dialect/my language is to subdue thee/who he/naw we ain’t here for murder/just here to make em’ woozy Verse 3 (B.Ware): yeah! b.ware! unh! now, i gag, spat, vomitted half islamic fuck ebonics, my prose spoken to keep crackers out it raps packaged for black crack victims of reaganomics fuck if you don't get it, acknowledge it ain't for you ooh! pressure, pressure practice, niggas is actresses the word is cirque du soleil, flow based in acrobatics we used to flip off matresses now we flip phrases while tumblin, mumblin over these drums and ah! he's gassed give me tums and burp me baby, my sade said "brandon, grow up" bib covered in throw up the young at heart still i'll dearly depart your career re-definition of dirty south, i'm here, yeah the black webster, no conjucture and no label lynching, we off they ropes like wrestler resuscitate'em on the stretcher, they dyin' from the pressure

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