Shaving the Sheep

by Ngajuana

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London, Ontario hip-hop standout Ngajuana, humbly offers a one of a kind, uniquely honest, if not slightly cynical debut album. Backed by the unwaveringly solid production of London’s own Rugged One & Logik, N.G.A (As he’s known to radio listeners) delivers an impactful, colourful and memorable first project. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Logik at B.I.G Records, Shaving the Sheep is intended to be an introduction to the unique, often eccentric way it’s author thinks and operates. Switching back and forth between reality-based story-telling, blunt social commentary and an almost desperate braggadocio, N.G.A allows clear, if brief insights into the mind of a burgeoning visionary. Memorable singles, such as: If I Was American; Shadows; Fleeced (Ft. Deluscious); World Famous and The Good Shepherd, guarantee this album’s place in Canadian hip-hop culture for years to come. The rise of a legend begins here...

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released July 1, 2008

All Lyrics Written by: N. Latella (Ngajuana)
All Instrumentals by: C. Howard (Rugged One)
With the exception of: Track 7 "World Famous" by: K. Hyde (Logik)

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Ngajuana London, Ontario

Ngajuana has built a solid reputation for being reliable, consistent and focused. Ngajuana won the 2013 Jack Richardson Music Award for Hip-Hop, as well as the 2013 CHRW Fan-Favourite Album of the Year Award. Ngajuana (with Madhattr) continues to prep his biggest project to date, "Sonic Therapy 2: Paintings In Braille". ... more

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Track Name: Intro: Shaving the Sheep
I keep my, ear to the street, InTouch with the beats,
The lyrics is fyahh, so byaah be-ware,
This is ya warning, man, we playing for keeps,
Rugged-One and Ngajuana, we Shaving the Sheep.

How’s this for an intro, sick with it’s intricacies,
roasting ‘em, hell no, I’m leaving rappers fricasseed,
ain’t even gotta’ concentrate, man, I could hit some weed,
blitz the D, rip emcees, yes it’s me, best believe,
N.G.A, will fillet, any fool, any day,
Anyway, anyhow, any fake, any place,
Bitch, Stake ya claim, I claimed the game,
My, aim is fame, do I, need to explain,
I’m, changing thangs, re-arranging plans,
angel with no wings, forced to walk this land,
and it’s so awfully monotonous to live here,
my prophecies will probably be wasted on ya deaf ears,
but it will not be stopping me from my addiction,
I live to set the scene and put the colour to a picture,
I’m the first of the last of the real rap acts,
Rap cats best recognize a real class act.

I keep my, ear to the street, InTouch with the beats,
The lyrics is fiahh, so buyaah be-ware,
This is ya warning, man, we playing for keeps,
Rugged-One and Ngajuana, we Shaving the Sheep.
I keep my, ear to the street, InTouch with the beats,
The lyrics is fiahh, so buyaah be-ware,
This is ya warning, man, we playing for keeps,
Rugged-One and Ngajuana, we Shaving the Sheep.
Track Name: Fleeced (Ft. Deluscious)
You work yourself to the bone, for a car and a home,
A cell phone, and all the other things you could own,
But all you really get is stress, til the day you’re deceased,
You’re just sheep, following the flock to be fleeced.

Yo, William is a hard worker, he’s never late,
So we found it weird, when he wasn’t there in his place,
He’s been sick twice in five years, he’s motivated,
He’s dedicated; he keeps work and home life separated,
You bet he’ll make it, he keeps himself focused,
Even though, they low-blowed him on that last promotion,
He’s a soldier; he really wants this company to win,
Maybe we should let him know, we appreciate him,
They don’t appreciate me, but I break my back for them,
For what, no raise, well, today’s payback for them,
They had the wool over my eyes, wolves in disguise,
This world disgusts me, but I’ve got a little surprise,
I’m gonna light ‘em up, nice and rough,
And show em I won’t take it anymore, uh-uh enough’s enough,
I worked my whole life to earn my spot, fair and square,
And now it kinda looks like I’ll never get there.

You work yourself to the bone, for a car and a home,
A cell phone, and all the other things you could own,
But all you really get is stress, til the day you’re deceased,
You’re just sheep, following the flock to be fleeced.
You work yourself to the bone, for a car and a home,
A cell phone, and all the other things you could own,
But all you really get is stress, til the day you’re deceased,
You’re just sheep, following the flock to be fleeced.

I was living by the rules, and working by the book,
And look at where it got me, I been overlooked,
That promotion should have been mine, I put in the time,
Lost my wife to my work, dollars cost me my dime,
Now they’re all gonna die, say my nine and my four five,
Extra clips, and enough rounds for every floor twice,
Kick in the door, yelling GET ON THE GROUND,
Waste one round, to show I’m not fucking around,
Then I’ll line em up like circus seals, and start offing cats,
Make my way up to the top floor where the boss is at,
But first I’m stopping at the dude who stole the job and brrapp,
I got a special bullet, saved to lay his bitch-ass flat,
On to the boss, making-a-racket with the ratchet,
Shooting anything that moves, trying to bury the hatchet,
Catch him, drag him to the window, streets in the distance,
Jump out the window, him gripped up, and die with him.
You work yourself to the bone, for a car and a home,
A cell phone, and all the other things you could own,
But all you really get is stress, til the day you’re deceased,
You’re just sheep, following the flock to be fleeced.
You work yourself to the bone, for a car and a home,
A cell phone, and all the other things you could own,
But all you really get is stress, til the day you’re deceased,
You’re just sheep, following the flock to be fleeced.
Track Name: If I Was American
If I were American, I’d have a deal,
Plus I could rap bout packin steel,
And what it’s like to be black on welfare,
But I’m Canadian, so who the hell cares.

If I was American, I’d use more slang,
And submit a demo-tape to the Wu-Tang Clan,
I’d walk with a limp, talk like a pimp,
Dress more thug, and be Pac’s next of kin,
If I was American, I’d join a gang,
And pack the biggest mac possible, to do my thang,
I’d prolly have a blacker posse too, we’d have chains,
and make tracks all about how we have game,
it’d only be keeping up, to push a range,
sittin on twenty two’s, with some candy paint,
life’s biggest focus would be switching lanes,
bitches, weed, riches, and flippin cain,
but I’m not, I’m from Canada, Lo-City specifically,
my whole city’s as sick as me, they, just kick it differently,
I don’t know what to tell ya, cuz I dunno for sure,
I can only guess what life’d be like if I were….

If I was American, I’d have a deal,
Plus I could rap bout packin steel,
And what it’s like to be black on welfare,
But I’m Canadian, so who the hell cares. (X2)

If I was American, I’d hate George Bush,
Fuck, I’m Canadian, I hate George Bush,
If you Put us on a tower alone, he’s getting pushed,
My v for vendetta wants W sqooshed,
The president’s nothing but a Draft dodging puss,
A pawn who comes off as a wack-awkward wuss,
Crap talk that’s not, that’s what it is,
That’s what it be, cuz I rap what I see,
If I was American I’d prolly get clapped,
You see, I have a slight tendency, to run my yap.
Over here, I’m a little better off for that,
People are more relaxed, they won’t resort to brrraaaappp
cuz If I was American, everyone would hate me,
Especially the President and the First Lady,
I’d prolly have the secret service after my ass,
So I’ll prolly get beat robbed, and kidnapped



If I was American, I’d have a deal,
Plus I could rap bout packin steel,
And what it’s like to be black on welfare,
But I’m Canadian, so who the hell cares. (X2)

If I was American, I’d pay for hospitals,
I’d hustle all day, just to pay the doctor bill,
weed ain’t as good, and it’s overpriced,
you gotta pay out the ass if the dro looks nice,
if you’re me, marijuana is a staple of life,
c’mon I’m Ngajuana, for the sake of Christ,
If I was American, I’d have 3 strikes,
and be killing dudes who want me as a half-breed wife,
If I was American, I’d prolly hate chicks,
And only date chicks, who respond to hey bitch,
I’d be a little racist, hatred, hatred,
Pick a stereotype, and then perpetuate it,
If I was American, I wouldn’t be Canadian,
I wouldn’t be the same, so I’d never trade it in,
Even if it means I don’t get a deal, and I don’t make it,
I’ll never forsake it, Canada raised me,, but I keep thinking maybe…

If I was American, I’d have a deal,
Plus I could rap bout packin steel,
And what it’s like to be black on welfare,
But I’m Canadian, so who the hell cares. (X2)
Track Name: Nothing Changes (Ft. Truth)
(NGA Only)
Another day, another hustle, got money to make,
Beside my, honey I wake, stretch and give my head a shake,
Early bird gets the worm, and the world don’t wait,
In fact, I’m in a hurry got a baby on the way,
24 years on earth, created 2 kids,
And it’s infinitely influenced the way I do biz,
I’m a little too old to get locked up for a bid,
So I gotta wait now, my spots I gotta pick,
Never talked a lot of shit, but rocked a lotta ships,
Stubborn as an ox, it’s hard to talk me outta spit,
I’ve walked a lotta miles, and lost a lotta grip,
Felt awkward for a while, but now I’m on some shit,
The crown is near my grasp, it’s mine to snatch,
it’s my time, I’ma shine like the strip on our cash,
if you don’t like it, I invite you to lick on my sack,
cause if I fight you, it’s likely I’ll cripple your ass.

The more things change, the more they stay the same,
Nothing ever really, changes,
Cure one person, and another’s insane,
Cause nothing ever really changes.
The more things change, the more they stay the same,
Nothing ever really, changes,
Cure one person, and another’s insane,
Cause nothing ever really changes.

I’ve been screaming for a change, beating out my brains,
Trying to see the reason people keeping up to be the same,
Evolution has been slowed, almost to a stop,
That’s why I call you people sheep, you all follow the flock,
That’s the reason that I came, believe it or not,
Cause if it stays the same, then I’m a part of killing hip-hop,
There’s no, blood on my hands, but there could be,
Just cause nothing’s changed, doesn’t mean it’s the way that it should be
Track Name: Statues
He’s a troubled youth, living in the States during W’s,
Regime, he lives with his brother and his mother too,
Father died in Iraq, benefits are running out,
His mother has to find a man, to help her figure something out,
He feels betrayed, daddy’s barely fresh in the ground,
And his moms, is already running around,
She’s slumming, slipping, stumbling, trippin
Bitching, crumbling, crying, dying, tricking, tumbling,
all cause she hates her life, misses her husband,
loves nothing like she loved him, she never could,
she wishes she could be like the girl in ghost,
one last time, one more night holding him close,
but he’s gone, so her tears pour, it tears her apart,
she’s scared of the light and terrified of the dark,
with the pain in her heart, she’s left here alone,
slowly she’s changing, changing to stone.

Are we mice or are we really men,
Are we demons, are we heaven sent,
Will we move how we need to, to reach the plateau,
Or stand still like statues, stand still like statues.

He’s watching her go downhill, from bad to worse,
It hurts, it’s the worst thing that he ever endured, for sure,
His little brother and he, watched his mother, deplete,
Til she shattered, into millions of pieces,
Every-time she gets battered he gets madder, and it’s tragic,
but he doesn’t seem to matter, at all, since he packed a baby rattle,
not sure if it’s nature versus nurture, but he’s matured,
suffice it to say that he has suffered, enough for,
a lifetime times nine, he hangs by a thread,
dreaming of a different life, wishing he was dead,
he sees nothing else ahead, but misery and anguish,
cause pain is his pen, and despair is his language,
twisting and turning, midair as he strangles,
with no air, he says one prayer as he dangles,
his brother walks in, sees his loved one hanging,
and snaps, someone’s gonna pay for his anger.

Are we mice or are we really men,
Are we demons, are we heaven sent,
Will we move how we need to, to reach the plateau,
Or stand still like statues, stand still like statues.

He’d seen too much for his fifteen years,
Couldn’t look at his mother, couldn’t look in a mirror,
His reflection reflected a neglected son,
Who had no peers, friendless, he respected none,
With his brother’s last breath, went his hope for future,
his grades declined, and his mom’s man’s abusive,
the walls are tumbling down, he can’t prove it,
when he accuses her boyfriend, he looks stupid,
with nothing to lose, he decided to move,
but the boyfriend, wouldn’t let him do what he had to do,
argument ensues, kid pulls a two-two,
pumps, blasts holes in him big enough to see through,
now his mom’s screaming, sitting on the kitchen floor bleeding,
she got hit, and now she’s losing all of her feeling,
she was paralyzed, making her a paradigm of bad luck,
he wasn’t scared to die, but terrified of where he’d wind up.

Are we mice or are we really men,
Are we demons, are we heaven sent,
Will we move how we need to, to reach the plateau,
Or stand still like statues, stand still like statues.
Track Name: Black Sheep (Ft. Deluscious)
Somebody call the cops, I just stole the crown,
I was the Black Sheep, but that’s all over now,
That’s so last week, so none dare take it past speak,
Cause I am wired to blow, as if I’m plastique,
The best of the bunch, the king of the trash heap,
My crown sits askew, balanced on my hat’s beak,
I spat deep since the first time I scratched these,
Words on a scrap sheet, and became a rap geek,
Picture African droughts, I write with that heat,
I’m nasty, they chase me, but they will never catch me,
I’m fast be-coming, a vast rap resource,
Which only I import/export or deport,
There’s none better than me when I’m unfettered,
I’m the one, with respect to Jay, B.I.G, Pac and Pun,
I’m keeping busy while the masses slacking,
Cause I can do what they can do but better, call me the total package.

The Black Sheep, that’s what they call me cause I’m different,
The Black Sheep, but am I really, The Black Sheep?
The Black Sheep, I’m closer to the wolf in the wool,
Living lazy til I’m not so full, I’m not the Black Sheep.
The Black Sheep, that’s what they call me cause I’m different,
The Black Sheep, but am I really, The Black Sheep?
The Black Sheep, I’m closer to the wolf in the wool,
Living lazy til I’m not so full, I’m not the Black Sheep.

My verses’ll break your vertebrae I bust the best bars,
Trust, I’m on the cusp, bout to crush these pop tards,
It’s in the cards, my name was written in stars,
Been ill since I started kicking writtens in bars,
Sicker than sars, so I dream of being bigger than large,
It’s in my heart, like the bitterness that sets me apart,
Everyone who hears my music says it’s heavy and dark,
A depressing form of expression, I tell em, - that’s art,
View my life like a mirror, I just pick through the shards,
I’ve come so far, you couldn’t put the distance in yards,
I never compromised myself, so I can live with my scars, I plan on,
Making my mark, through making remarks,
Some will love and some will hate me to start, and that’s aiight,
Cause I’m satisfied with who I are, when I grab a mic,
I’m just, playing my part, before I depart earth,
And this niche that I’m carving’s far from hard work.


The Black Sheep, that’s what they call me cause I’m different,
The Black Sheep, but am I really, The Black Sheep?
The Black Sheep, I’m closer to the wolf in the wool,
Living lazy til I’m not so full, I’m not the Black Sheep.
The Black Sheep, that’s what they call me cause I’m different,
The Black Sheep, but am I really, The Black Sheep?
The Black Sheep, I’m closer to the wolf in the wool,
Living lazy til I’m not so full, I’m not the Black Sheep.

There’s never really been one like me previous to now,
Been Obsequious til now, with a deepness to my style,
They ain’t seen me in a while, now I see em single file,
Haters line-up to my show, and I greet ‘em with a smile,
Success is the best revenge, you’ll find in this ex-is-tence,
So I’ll blind ‘em with my shine, then ask what they said again,
Masochist with a pen, don’t ask why I got no friends,
The time spent, allowed me to practice the way I vent,
Mouton noir, I hit you like a two-ton car,
I need two plates, the only question’s who gon’ starve,
Put him to pasture, I need to eat, I got this mastered,
I’m only gonna get stronger, better, harder, faster,
I’m chompin at the bit with the hits they wanna bite,
So they viewing me with spite, cause they don’t know how to write,
And I’m leaving ‘em in fits, to freely talk their shit,
They won’t battle me in public, they won’t even cock their fists.

The Black Sheep, that’s what they call me cause I’m different,
The Black Sheep, but am I really, The Black Sheep?
The Black Sheep, I’m closer to the wolf in the wool,
Living lazy til I’m not so full, I’m not the Black Sheep.
The Black Sheep, that’s what they call me cause I’m different,
The Black Sheep, but am I really, The Black Sheep?
The Black Sheep, I’m closer to the wolf in the wool,
Living lazy til I’m not so full, I’m not the Black Sheep.
Track Name: World Famous
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, I been on the grind
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, and the game is mine.(X2)

I dream of being famous, so I spit in my sleep,
Logik dreams of being famous, and he makes me a beat,
I got ambition, I got heart, I got the will to be king,
They not as skilled as me, I built my speech inside of the bing,
I make it hot, when I verbalize my verses I disperse my foes,
Unearthly with words, surgical with this dirty flow,
Ready to blow up, so better be aware of me,
I’m like a young Bonds, my hits are steroid free,
I’ll knock it out the park, these rappers lack the parts,
They treading water, but their period’s attracting sharks,
I took this fractured art, practiced and mastered it,
Now it’s an unfair fight, like slapping pacifists,
Look through my catalogue, learn what a classic is,
Then look at your scrap and finally see what trash it is,
08 I’m cashing in, I’m coming for the crown,
Coming out of Lo-City, I’m the best around.
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, I been on the grind
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, and the game is mine,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, I been on the grind,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, and the game is mine.

Man, I grind so hard I should skateboard, that’s no joke,
I do blaze, but you’ll never see me blow smoke,
I’m so dope, when I sweat you can smell the blunt,
My batting average so high, I could never bunt,
Man I never front, I never had to,
You wanna go a round with me? I’d be glad to,
If I rapped like y’all, I’d be mad too,
So go ahead and hate me, I am that dude,
Photo friendly with or without the tattoo’s,
Factor in my past, and I’m way past due,
Three years in the game get better on every track,
Never about a chain, I been about rap,
When I’m into it it’s intricate, poetry in motion,
This is how it’s s’posed to be spoken, I’ve awoken,
I’m here for the game, spittin straight toxic,
About to split everything I get with Logik.

I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, I been on the grind
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, and the game is mine,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, I been on the grind,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, and the game is mine.

A quarter of a thousand tracks only took me three years,
Twenty minutes in a beef and I’ll wreck your career
I could do this how they do it, but I can’t see why?
I prefer to make the same type music I’d buy,
And I’m honest if I’m nothing else, why write lies?
Some rappers won’t be happy til they actually die,
I don’t wanna be anything other than what I am,
I’m a slugger, not another thug or gangster, I’m a man,
N.G.A, my stock’s rising faster than the dollar did,
I’m always increasing my knowledge like a scholar is,
And I ain’t stopping til I’m known for the things I think,
I’m bringing everything to war but the kitchen sink,
I’ll never quit, this is only the beginning,
Kept everybody waiting, now I’m coming out swinging,
Crown prince who would be king, usurper to the throne,
Sheep shaving psychopath, in a world of my own and….

I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, I been on the grind
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, and the game is mine,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, I been on the grind,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous,
I ain’t stopping til I’m world famous, and the game is mine.
Track Name: Shadows
Third time this week that I’ve seen the detective,
He’s on my trail, and he’s asking questions,
following me, it’s bothering me,
But I’m letting it go, tolerantly,
Every place that I stop, he sits and he watches,
Fixes his watch, as I walk down the block,
Takes a piss when I shit, and makes a note,
It makes me choked, and lately, he’s staying close,
Hear my name broadcast on his radio,
I hated jail, but I ain’t afraid to go,
I chop anything around from weed to hot cars,
And spit these hot bars, so hard they cause scars,
Bitch, gimme props, or I’ll give you the cock hard,
I spit so sick, battle me, you caught sars,
here I am, stuck stalked by this fuck,
Gripped by the short hairs of my black nuts.

Everywhere I go, and every time I look,
There’s someone in the shadows,
Maybe it’s two guys, maybe I’m too high,
but Someone’s in the shadows
someone’s in the shadows,
moves like I move, thinks like I think,
someone’s in the shadows,
watching me breathe and watching me blink.

He watches me sleep, he’s always around,
I’m not truly free, he’s locking me down,
I go see my son, he tapes the visit,
Just to remind me, I’m his nigger,
He knows I see him, I know he sees I,
In any other place, we’d just be two guys,
But now we’re adverse, adversaries,
will I get caught, or will he get buried
he’s opposition, I’m Clockwerk physics,
hot, til the day my heart stops it’s twitchin,
bring beef, lemme chop it up, in my kitchen,
cook it down, so the sound, comforts my children,
and I’ll build up a kinship, with my kindred,
through flames, use emcees as my kindling,
was a kind soul, til the grind’s grime took hold,
over time, lost my mind, and grew a spinal cord.

Everywhere I go, and every time I look,
There’s someone in the shadows,
Maybe it’s two guys, maybe I’m too high,
but Someone’s in the shadows
someone’s in the shadows,
moves like I move, thinks like I think,
someone’s in the shadows,
watching me breathe and watching me blink.

I can’t see one of my people’s, be runnin the street,
Or else he might just send police through,
I tried to ditch him, he always tails me,
Flashes a smile, while he trails me daily,
Can’t make a sale, my feet done failed me,
Barely surviving, alone and ailing,
I need to fix this, it has to end,
cause I’ll die if I keep on playing pretend,
so I drive to the country side, him behind,
so close, he must think I’m blind,
and I head to an old barn, that should do,
he drives past like he’s passing through,
tried to circle around me, but he’s lost sight,
now I’m hiding to his right, ready for the fight
charged at him, hit a tree and split my lips,
realized too late, that he doesn’t exist.

Everywhere I go, and every time I look,
There’s someone in the shadows,
Maybe it’s two guys, maybe I’m too high,
but Someone’s in the shadows
someone’s in the shadows,
moves like I move, thinks like I think,
someone’s in the shadows,
watching me breathe and watching me blink.

Everywhere I go, and every time I look,
There’s someone in the shadows,
Maybe it’s two guys, maybe I’m too high,
but Someone’s in the shadows
someone’s in the shadows,
moves like I move, thinks like I think,
someone’s in the shadows,
watching me breathe and watching me blink.
Track Name: Make Way
It’s time to recognize the best and make way,
N.G.A, New Industry North, we make waves,
Rugged One on the beat, to make it complete,
And you know it’s so sweet, no-one else can compete.

I’m the one you see in nightmares, eating off ya plate,
Beat you proper, cause I see you prosper, offa moving weight,
Not a petty thief or amateur, I won’t make a mistake,
Cause I’m fueled by the cake, not the envy or the hate,
My mind-state is straight, right out of the gate,
Deny me - you’ll pull my knife out of your face,
I’m jailhouse, no doubt, I move like a tank,
so Institutionalized, that I still fabricate shanks,
on the outs, if anybody step like whuddup,
they’ll find sock fiber, broken soap, and pieces of a cup,
Ngajuana, the messenger of death, ya heard,
Don’t talk, or your mouth’ll make a mess of the curb,
My speech ab-surd, murks lesser emcees words,
Definitely first, a weapon on each verse,
Blessed to be heard, with text, best never signed,
You ain’t impressed with me yet? Then you’re deaf and you’re blind.

It’s time to recognize the best and make way,
N.G.A, New Industry North, we make waves,
Rugged One on the beat, to make it complete,
And you know it’s so sweet, no-one else can compete.
It’s time to recognize the best and make way,
N.G.A, New Industry North, we make waves,
Rugged One on the beat, to make it complete,
And you know it’s so sweet, no-one else can compete.

Step up to get laid down, see ya when I see I ya,
on the street or in the club, either way I’ll beat ya’,
I’m a feature, you hear my name spoken on the radio,
Different from a label ho, black but look native though,
I ain’t here to save a ho, burn ‘em at the stake,
I support stop snitching, dream of murdering the jake,
My friends think I’m too thug, mom thinks I’m too buzzed,
They way people act, you’d think pot was a new drug,
I’m hot but I’m too smug, I dodged too many,
That’s why I sit and write, and trade thoughts for pennies,
I mash up, every single beat they send me,
it’ll be twenty years before you see Me ending,
and that’s if I stop writing now, but I won’t
cause I’ll still be writing hits when I’m a ghost,
you think that you can go a round with me, just don’t,
I’m a way different type of dude when I’m provoked.


It’s time to recognize the best and make way,
N.G.A, New Industry North, we make waves,
Rugged One on the beat, to make it complete,
And you know it’s so sweet, no-one else can compete.
It’s time to recognize the best and make way,
N.G.A, New Industry North, we make waves,
Rugged One on the beat, to make it complete,
And you know it’s so sweet, no-one else can compete.

It’s time you recognized the best, take a look this face,
Get a picture in concert, or off myspace,
I got no place else to go, but straight up,
If you’re girl’s not home by four, don’t wait up,
Cuz I talk like a pro, you best believe it,
Or I’ll talk your girl into keeping secrets,
I’ll rock her world, til she wants to leave ya,
Turn your run-down chick, to a beautiful diva,
You can’t compete I’m one-step ahead of ya,
A Promising career, I’m one sec from deadin it,
You step to Nick, then I suggest you’re equipped,
Cause it’s easy for me to show your rep an eclipse,
Rugged One on the beat, for New Industry North,
I swear, dude must be one with the force,
I’m never run of the mill, we running the course,
Later in life, I bet we run you down in a Porsche.

It’s time to recognize the best and make way,
N.G.A, New Industry North, we make waves,
Rugged One on the beat, to make it complete,
And you know it’s so sweet, no-one else can compete.
It’s time to recognize the best and make way,
N.G.A, New Industry North, we make waves,
Rugged One on the beat, to make it complete,
And you know it’s so sweet, no-one else can compete.
Track Name: Lamb Chops
Chuck has no home he lost it all in the stocks game,
The wolves picked him clean because he was the Flock’s lame,
It’s just past Christmas, accounts are drained,
And just to screw with him, his work bounced his pay,
His suit and tie aren’t credible around the way,
Still he’s thinking about copping an ounce of yay,
He wasn’t always rich and driving baby-blue cars,
He got his start in business with a baby-food jar,
Turning china white hard, chopping bricks to chunks,
So with any luck, Chuck will have this fixed in months,
But the streets ain’t the same as the days he came up,
Somebody’s always mad that you’re getting your bucks,
Robbery turned homicide, Chuck’s luck’s run out,
Some Fuck done squeezed, took his wife and his son out,
Now all Chuck does is just sit in the dark,
Contemplating suicide, Death wish in his heart.

If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary’s real,
One also must assume, that Mary has to eat meals,
So theoretically, let’s say there’s no crops,
I’d have to say that Mary’s gonna eat some Lamb-chops,
I think she’d make a nice white wool coat,
Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat,
Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die,
Mary’s only human, Mary’s gotta eat to survive.

The dudes who bucked Chuck’s son, are grimy cats,
Known murderers, who’d kill you, for tiny cash,
With their Mindless asses, trying to snatch everything around,
Nobody’s safe from filling holes in the ground,
Pushing old people down, just to snatch their wallets,
Brains bollixed, drug fiend alcoholics,
Names Mark and Jerome, sons of a whore,
Daddy was a crack fiend, died over raw,
Sister would have made it, but a stray bullet dropped her,
Died pregnant, baby survived, up for adoption,
Now Mark and Jerome are all that’s left,
And the time’s ticking down til they meet their deaths,
Jerome’s caught first by the Hounds of War,
Slit throat, lived by the gun, and died by the sword,
What Mark doesn’t know about his brother getting dusted,
Is Chuck knows, now he’s out to serve his own justice.


If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary’s real,
One also must assume, that Mary has to eat meals,
So theoretically, let’s say there’s no crops,
I’d have to say that Mary’s gonna eat some Lamb-chops,
I think she’d make a nice white wool coat,
Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat,
Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die,
Mary’s only human, Mary’s gotta eat to survive.

Mark’s going nuts, he’s being stalked by Chuck,
Doesn’t know who to trust, so he walks in the dusk,
Feeling haunted, the ghosts of his past, have arisen,
they’re chasing, but this ghost is actually living,
but not actually living, since the death of his kindred,
Chuck wants Mark’s blood, like a vampire bit him,
Since his fam got hit, it lit a damn fire in him,
Now he wants to burn him live, like a campfire victim,
When they find him it’ll look like a land mine ripped him,
Or a terrorist example, on an airline mission,
I’ll close the gap, whenever he goes to nap,
Roast his ass, after using rope to wrap,
Arms and legs, can’t forget the gag either,
Chloroform, needles of speed, and rag ether,
I coulda killed him yesterday if I used my gun,
But his last sight has gotta be a picture of my son.

If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary’s real,
One also must assume, that Mary has to eat meals,
So theoretically, let’s say there’s no crops,
I’d have to say that Mary’s gonna eat some Lamb-chops,
I think she’d make a nice white wool coat,
Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat,
Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die,
Mary’s only human, Mary’s gotta eat to survive.
Track Name: Cyajuana Bitch (Ft. Cyanide Spit)
People feel me cause I spit life, spit what I feel,
I guess it’s true what they say, real recognize real,
I’m the savior of hip-hop, the missing link,
And it’s so simple, I only write what I think,
Not an educated person, but I read a lot of books,
Wasn’t born great a rap, just at writing hooks,
They call me double take, cause I make dudes shook,
And they girlfriends, always think I’m worth a second look,
Premier tier performer, my peers be warned,
you can call me a terrorist, cause I’m the bomb,
quit playing thug, you couldn’t live a day in my past,
you’d get filleted, or maybe just get raped in the ass,
but still I hear you talk tough, like you paid ya dues,
so how come when I was locked down, I never met you,
must have been in P.C., with the rapists and rats,
just stop talking, or else I’ll put ya face in a cast.

Cyajuana bitch, we holding the key,
So put ya hands up, for the dopest emcees,
You’re not close, you could get cooked like a pot roast,
we just chill, rap and get cooked off the pot smoke.

Were bringing microphones to life when they're lifeless,
Resuscitate the hype to make a sight for sore eyes,
You rely on your sidekicks too much for getting by,
we hold it down for hip hop, cause true rap will never die,
True artists never lie, it's not it our nature,
I stare you in the eyes, I got a lot in my favour,
I turn number one contenders into nothing but pretenders,
Scared shit-less, I end this When I cut em up in blenders,
Eventually, you’ll get it, but for now I'll tell you how,
Its going down, slow and painful till I'm holdin my crown,
On a mission of madness to take control of this town,
The only man without a soul, when there’s no one around,
There’s not a thing on this planet known for slowin me down,
And not a man alive that wouldn’t overload on the sound,
Of Cyanide Spit, applying vice grips,
To serve your ass up on a side dish, like flied lice, bitch

Cyajuana bitch…. always known to penetrate
So put ya hands up, stand up and levitate
You got a whack flow … youll get burned like crack bowls.
We stick to our own were not concerned with you assholes
Track Name: Taking Over
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over the World (and everything in it)

Not satisfied with chains, or platinum plaques,
I want the whole World, tied up and gift-wrapped,
and I ain’t after cash stacks or status tracks,
I’m trying to master my craft, it’s asshole rap,
I’m no good, so hood with no ghetto, My flow’s better,
Rhyme writing hand is so steady, I’m already,
Top of my class with A plus, plus grades,
Lo-City’s brightest star in the game today,
I write and write, til page after page is filled,
My fate is sealed, caged, cause my rage is real,
I’m N.G.A,, I’ll make it, I’m major ill,
So bring the hatred, feel free to hate my skills,
It’s like water off a duck’s back, affects me none,
I’m a slick-tongued devil, with God Blessed lungs,
Emcees evidently resent me,
But I ain’t met a man yet dense enough to test or tempt me,
The best with bent speech, I speak through clenched teeth,
The Gretzky of rap, no coach could bench me
The world’s meant for me, it’s meant to be,
So I’ma take it all over, eventually.

I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over the World (and everything in it)
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over the world
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over the World (and everything in it)






I’m one of the best, when putting text to a beat,
I’m intense, cause I’m stressed and I gets no sleep,
So I focus my energy, and work to my goals,
Not getting much pay, so I take what I’m owed,
Never do what I’m told, I’m a troubled man,
So a lot of people say that I’m trouble man,
I’m on the bubble, a confident yet humble man,
Tired of struggle, tired of eighths quarters and grams,
I’m alone on the come-up, but still I rise,
Wise, far beyond my years, I’ve watched dudes die,
Seen skulls cracked wide, out cold, with open eyes,
stomped the shit outta more than a couple dudes I despise,
I’m gonna be the champ, Lord knows I got the drive,
It’s foretold, in every beat I tore holes wide,
get better on every track, ask rugged, it’s true fact,
so how long you think it’ll take me to get my dues back?
I’m taking over, just regard me as a prophet,
I’m moving so strong, it’s impossible to stop it,
My words are like the stones of a million angry Africans,
Reducing a war zone, to nothing but a massacre,
I’m telling ya, not asking ya, to name me the king,
Latella, No Good Asshole, the name ain’t a thing,
So direct me to my castle, and hand me my crown,
Cause I’m taking over the world, or taking it down.

I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over the World (and everything in it)
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over the world
I’m taking over (the world)
I’m taking over the World (and everything in it)
Track Name: Don't Jump (Ft. Cyanide Spit)
He’s on a cliff, he’s looking sad, his life is messed up,
No self confidence, can’t take the pressure,
Always feels lesser, always he’s stressed out,
His life is a hallway, it’s long and stretched out,
His heart hurts, but he’s still strong in his health,
His head hurt’s, but he looked the wrong way for help,
If only I could stop him, he’s focused on the ground,
There’s no way he could live, it’s a long way down,
I’m a long way off, but I see his silhouette,
All the secrets that he kept, have been leading to his death,
If he sees me, he may leap, I’d be crushed if he leapt,
So I gotta creep, can’t even breathe when I step,
Gotta get close, gotta sneak up, ease to his left,
So I go slow, crawling on my knees , holding breath,
Ducked behind a rock, so close I hear him cry,
Stood straight up to say something, then saw why.

Don’t Jump, whatever it is, it isn’t worth it,
It isn’t your time to see curtains,
Don’t Jump you got your whole life ahead of you,
It won’t deaden the pain but it’ll deaden you,
Don’t Jump, whatever it is, it isn’t worth it,
It isn’t your time to see curtains,
Don’t Jump you got your whole life ahead of you,
It won’t deaden the pain but it’ll deaden you

He wasn’t staring at the ground, he was staring at his wife,
At the bottom of the cliff, staring blankly at the heights,
I asked him if he did it, he answered me no,
I Lit some cannabis, he lit a candle, standing alone,
Too much to handle, couldn’t manage it, he wanted to go,
His girl is hamburger, it damaged him and mangled his soul,
So now he’s screaming like a banshee, it’s making me antsy,
I’m not liking my chance, he jumps can’t do a damn thing,
I’m handcuffed, bound by a force I can’t see,
I move wrong, he’s dead before I can count three,
So we chill, smoking a spliff, motionless,
Almost peaceful, but far from emotion-less ,
I inch close, so slow, he don’t notice it,
I’m Hopeful, amidst all his hopelessness,
But that’s because I don’t realize how potent this,
Notion he’s to blame, that’s he’s been holdin’ is.


Don’t Jump, whatever it is, it isn’t worth it,
It isn’t your time to see curtains,
Don’t Jump you got your whole life ahead of you,
It won’t deaden the pain but it’ll deaden you,
Don’t Jump, whatever it is, it isn’t worth it,
It isn’t your time to see curtains,
Don’t Jump you got your whole life ahead of you,
It won’t deaden the pain but it’ll deaden you

Just give me one reason not to, I've got to make this better,
I cant believe what happened in the dark and stormy weather,
Who ever could imagine this happening so quick,
In the blink of an eye I just couldn’t control it,
Holding hands and makin love, I swear id never make it up,
This woman was everything, I'd never try and break that up,
Sacred love, the type you always hear about,
Never stutter steppin through a moment of doubt,
But now its over at the snap of the fingers,
There aint a point of goin on because no happiness lingers,
No purpose in existence if it only feels worthless,
Headed over the edge, embedding deep within the surface,
(Inhale) Don’t jump - whatever it is it isn’t worth it,
But my Life up until now’s felt like nothing but perfect,
Now shes dead and its something that ill never get past,
I'll never last, without my better half, so let me crash,

Don’t Jump, whatever it is, it isn’t worth it,
It isn’t your time to see curtains,
Don’t Jump you got your whole life ahead of you,
It won’t deaden the pain but it’ll deaden you,
Don’t Jump, whatever it is, it isn’t worth it,
It isn’t your time to see curtains,
Don’t Jump you got your whole life ahead of you,
It won’t deaden the pain but it’ll deaden you

He jumped off the edge, screaming peace as he fell,
And I let him go, noticing my tears as they welled,
I didn’t have an answer for the question he asked,
It happened so fast, I heard him break rocks when he smashed,
His vertebrae curdled my blood, I heard his spine break,
His last words fucked me up, like I’d been mind raped,
He was my best friend, and never even knew it,
Cause I never really said it, I find that I regret it,
I don’t know where he’s headed, but I hope he found his girl,
cause a love like that doesn’t exist in this world,
it’s a fairy tale, just too good to be true,
and that’s depressing, now I think I wanna jump too,
I don’t wanna jump hoops, and wear a dumb suit,
Just to find out if someone I love loves me too,
So I’m signing off, with a final fuck you Earth,
And screamin I love hip-hop, til I hit dirt.
Track Name: Liberate the Flock
Got a baby on the way, I’m way beyond the same,
Sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game,
Now I’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top,
And I’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock,

Call me a shepherd, I’m really just a man with a plan,
Why save sheep, when I could fix the land with the lambs,
My speech special, any lesser emcee I teach lessons,
Consequently, I eat more beats than I eat breakfast,
It’s music with a message, text with texture,
Fact mixed with fiction, or truth with conjecture,
You can speculate, about the truths to which I self-dedicate,
Or you can check my record, it’s the tale of a heavyweight,
I bullied my way into the drug game successfully,
I read people well, so it’s hard to get the best of me,
I beat people well, so the Gangsta’s started loving me,
I wouldn’t call it thug life, just necessary thuggery,
I lived like that for too long, man, believe my words,
I never thought the way out for me, could be my words,
But that’s the way it’s turned out for me, I ain’t complaining,
Cause now it’s gonna work out for me, I aim to make it.

Got a baby on the way, I’m way beyond the same,
Sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game,
Now I’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top,
And I’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock,
Got a baby on the way, I’m way beyond the same,
Sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game,
Now I’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top,
And I’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock,

They keep telling me I elevate, I’d have to agree,
I Taught rap to myself, and earned a masters degree,
Top of my class, majoring in mashing emcees,
Call me the vet, cause my shots’ll snap you to sleep,
People ask me why I’m shaving the sheep, it’s cause they’re blinded,
They following the leaders, content to stay behind them,
These people need guidance, they’ve gotten complacent,
I’ma let them follow me, like I’m the star of David,
My thoughts are a gift of God, sometimes that really hurts,
Cause I don’t pray enough, and I don’t go to church,
Yet in the third world, I bet they pray everyday,
some for those they lost, and others for a better way,
that’s who I picture, when I write a song like Get Away,
that hits you like a lead weight, and makes you give your head a shake,
it haunts you like a nightmare, you’re layin your bed awake,
no matter what pills you take to self-medicate.


Got a baby on the way, I’m way beyond the same,
Sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game,
Now I’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top,
And I’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock,
Got a baby on the way, I’m way beyond the same,
Sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game,
Now I’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top,
And I’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock,

I’m trying to liberate the flock, through independent thought,
Friends tell me I’m a genius, or an idiot savant,
I’m progressing at a level, that’s never before seen,
writing at 22, but free-styling near fourteen,
people that never liked me, now tell me I’m nice,
170 tracks, and not one about ice,
I guess I’m just not black enough to see the appeal,
In borrowing a chain and bracelet, to state that I’m real,
I don’t believe in it, some cats’ll hate me for that,
But those are people with an allergy to actual fact,
Or they Dudes who on salaries, but hacking at rap,
But the problem is they’re talentless, like half of the pack,
Who pulled the wool over their eyes, and led them astray,
and Who forgot to tell the sheep not to get in my way,
some days I think that I should maybe just, save my breath,
but it’s liberate the flock, or watch them walk to their death.

Got a baby on the way, I’m way beyond the same,
Sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game,
Now I’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top,
And I’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock,
Got a baby on the way, I’m way beyond the same,
Sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game,
Now I’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top,
And I’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock,
Track Name: A Losing Battle
Take a walk down the street, see the pushers push drugs,
Everybody and their brother wants to act like a thug,
With their backs to the brixs, their gat, and mean mugs,
They act out the life that Pac done dreamed up,
I done seen some slums, done dirt I can’t clean,
I've stabbed cats, in the name of pride for my team,
All it ever gave me, was nightmares, of bad deeds,
Made me question if I was indeed a bad seed,
In need of structure badly, believe,
To see me succeed is all my dad needs,
To see the salvation he’s prayed for to come,
For his youngest child, me, his one and only son,
Wrote "Never Learn" to thank him, for keeping his faith,
He’s the man behind the scenes, who wants to see me be great,
He wants to see me wield my sword to cut my slice of the cake,
Instead of using it to see just how much I can take.

It’s apparent that parent’s parenting could make the differ-ence,
Between a kid who deals yay, and other kids who sniffing it,
I’m wishing we were winning in the battle, but we’re losing it,
The winner in the end, is who had nothing to do with it.

The chorus is a metaphor, forever for the guide,
To heaven’s door, cause heaven’s courts will judge you on your life,
You could be a pusher, be a custie, or be a sheep,
If God calls himself a shepherd, which he want you to be,
Not a question, about your knowledge of the bible,
But simply a suggestion how to rise above your rivals,
It’s easy to be a loser, just do nothing,
Pursue less than that, smoke weed, sell crack,
Pattern your life, after my life, and it’ll happen,
And the only thing you’ll need to learn, is how to make a weapon,
Or fuck your kids neglect ‘em, leave ‘em when they’re just infants,
After all, it ain’t your fault you got a ten year sentence, is it,
Of course it is, nobody forced this business on ya,
You might have seen it, but I’ve lived it, so I spit it for ya,

It’s apparent that parent’s parenting could make the differ-ence,
Between a kid who deals yay, and other kids who sniffing it,
I’m wishing we were winning in the battle, but we’re losing it,
The winner in the end, is who had nothing to do with it.
Track Name: One of These Dayz
One of these days, I’ma take over hip-hop,
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk,
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet,
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it.

One of these days, I’ma claim my spot,
when I do, I’ll be regarded as the closest to Pac,
a true poet, the king of hip-hop lives,
I don’t need to pop clips, as long as I got spliffs,
Cause I spit that hotness, so nothing could stop Nick,
I’ve Written a lot, bitch, so watch ya lips, don’t talk shit,
I talk sick, so slick, you could swear I was taught this,
I scribble sciptures at a rate faster than prophets,
I’ll take a break, when I’m laid dead in a coffin,
I’ll die a guy who never had his name on an office,
Who said to be hard, you had to grow in the projects
I hustle everyday, but I don’t hustle for objects,
I’m someone that God’s-Blessed, with tons on my chest,
Not trying to disrespect anyone, alone in my quest,
I’m a simple man, I don’t view a chain as success,
If I reach one person, this was worth the stress.

One of these days, I’ma take over hip-hop,
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk,
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet,
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it.
One of these days, I’ma take over hip-hop,
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk,
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet,
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it.

I wanna change the whole culture, a lofty statement,
But I think that the art’s-been lost in translation,
but one of these days, I’ma re-create it,
And (pause) I’ma wade through the hatred,
Escape it, and save this from turning to fake ish,
After that I won’t need to get shot for greatness,
It’s not about ya story, man, it’s how you relate it,
You could paint your own picture or trace it,
I’m all about being unique, when I speak, c’est le magique,
C’est magnifique, c’est moi, Ngajuana. Je suis,
So sweet with my language and speech I will defeat,
Each and every obstacle, I can see, in front of me,
With an ease, that’s unbelievable, it’s a breeze,
When I’m unleashed on a beat, guaranteed I bring heat,
So put ya heads down, my steez’ll see you deceased,
Buy this cd, and I’ll paint you a picture for free.

One of these days, I’ma take over hip-hop,
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk,
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet,
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it.
One of these days, I’ma take over hip-hop,
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk,
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet,
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it.

I’m coming into my own, as an artist I’ve grown, steadily,
Now I’m doing shows, and repping my home, heavily,
If you consider yourself ahead of me, watch out,
I’m fittin to explode, and turn the regulars to wash-outs,
So stick to what you talk about, see me, pull ya glock out,
I’m in a fight with hip-hop, going for the knock-out,
Gimmie my props now, I’ll have the game locked down,
On (pause) y’all’ll hand me the crown,
My lyrics are too deep, timing just too sweet,
Rhyming is on point, to murder a looped beat,
I’m blowing up toute suite, Canada’s crew chief,
And (pause) number two will pursue me,
And that’s without clutchin on a mac or an uzi,
My vernacular’s spectacular, attack me and you’re losing,
I practice and I practice, so when threatened, I just mash em,
and (pause) I’ll save rap from the ashes.

One of these days, I’ma take over hip-hop,
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk,
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet,
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it.
One of these days, I’ma take over hip-hop,
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk,
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet,
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it.
Track Name: The Good Shepherd
You either make it or you don’t, see your shot,
Take it or you won’t get another one, say it isn’t so,
Try to say I didn’t tell you and you’re lying,
I just wanna be the good shepherd once before I’m dying, (X2)

It is my only dream to be a star, not the money not the cars,
-I’d rather fly like an eagle, than only play for par,
Used to stay caged in bars, now I got freedom,
And younger blacks are falling in the trap I gotta lead ‘em,
They used to call me lifer, said I’d always come back,
My sense of self worth couldn’t let my life become that,
I took my past experience and built myself up from scrap
Stayed out of crap, searching for salvation through rap,
So here I’m at, proud to be the man that I’ve become,
Hungry for the upper crust, still living with the crumbs,
And I’m almost numb, seen a lot, heard more,
Written too much and popped too many Tums,
Still I, run from nightmares, scared to sleep,
Staring in the mirror, that face is barely me,
And then I see a kid who’s just like I was, a shy thug,
And I bug and write, for the little good a rhyme does.

You either make it or you don’t, see your shot,
Take it or you won’t get another one, say it isn’t so,
Try to say I didn’t tell you and you’re lying,
I just wanna be the good shepherd once before I’m dying.
You either make it or you don’t, see your shot,
Take it or you won’t get another one, say it isn’t so,
Try to say I didn’t tell you and you’re lying,
I just wanna be the good shepherd once before I’m dying.

I’m trying to reach out to the youth, speak up with the truth,
Seen so many hung dry, I’m trying pre-cut the noose,
Trying to liberate the flock through these cuts in the booth,
Trying help the kids grow, my speech flushing the roots,
Trying to lead them from the streets that keep ‘em tucking the tools,
Back to the class, because we need em stuck in the schools,
That information is the key to a world full of locked doors,
I can’t count the wars, where no-one knows what they fought for,
Used to spend my time locked up, often I got bored,
Finally got sick of the game, quit and got top score,
And I been hot for, a minute, cause I got more tracks,
Than a junkie, when he can’t find a spot for,
The next hit, I’m blessed by the Lord,
With this spit, a gift I could never afford,
To let slip, and all I had to do was believe,
That my cell wouldn’t be the last thing that I’d see.


You either make it or you don’t, see your shot,
Take it or you won’t get another one, say it isn’t so,
Try to say I didn’t tell you and you’re lying,
I just wanna be the good shepherd once before I’m dying.
You either make it or you don’t, see your shot,
Take it or you won’t get another one, say it isn’t so,
Try to say I didn’t tell you and you’re lying,
I just wanna be the good shepherd once before I’m dying.

I’ve seen good in the worst dudes, hard to believe,
But it’s the things you don’t expect that are the hardest to see,
And as an artist there’s a burden to put your thoughts into words,
It’s like, speak now or forever hold your verse,
You get one big shot, big shot, so take aim,
Cause a champ places first and a chump places blame,
Will you, carry the torch or extinguish the flame,
Settle for mediocrity or push for the fame,
And I wonder if the sheep can be shaved, thoughts of a humble shepherd,
Watching his flock as they peacefully graze,
Sometimes I wish that I could join ‘em in their ignorant daze,
So I’m blazed most of my days, made crutches out of the haze,
Still viewing life in shades of gray, changed my ways,
But I’m watching all the innocence in kids fade away,
Cause they’re prey to the images they witness and the trends,
So they miss out on their youth, trying to fit in with their friends.

You either make it or you don’t, see your shot,
Take it or you won’t get another one, say it isn’t so,
Try to say I didn’t tell you and you’re lying,
I just wanna be the good shepherd once before I’m dying.
You either make it or you don’t, see your shot,
Take it or you won’t get another one, say it isn’t so,
Try to say I didn’t tell you and you’re lying,
I just wanna be the good shepherd once before I’m dying.
Track Name: Thin the Herd
Time for the herd to thin out, I’m stepping in now,
Out on a limb, never in doubt, let us begin now,
You think you phat? Me and Rugged here to help ya trim down so…

Wolf in sheep’s clothing, thinning out the herd,
In the battle for rap’s title, I’m sinister with words,
Blessed like a priest or minister, I eat ‘em like they dinner,
Freeze ‘em like it’s winter, beat ‘em then decease ‘em and It’s finished,
To be truthful, I’ve been lethal for a minute, I’m a weapon
And I’m seething, cause it seems that I’ve been slept on, but I’ve kept on,
The echelon I crept on, so I’m placing my bets on,
Myself as the next ex-con, to turn the press on,
I’m fresh on every single beat my breath’s on,
But so bored, like the surface I play chess on,
I’m eating - I mean, leading the flock,
Got ‘em believing I changed, but hell no man, I’m evil as fuck,
Plus I’m planning on defying the odds, achieving victory,
Smoking emcees like hickory, cutting a slice of history,
Shaving the sheep, and not the ones at the farm,
I’m stacking the wool, to start my clothing line from the yarn,
They ain’t causing me harm, they ain’t no cause for alarm,
Cause all these shooters couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn,
Speaking of chess the opposition are resembling pawns,
Never been made men, yet they try to rep like they dons.

Time for the herd to thin out, I’m stepping in now,
Out on a limb, never in doubt, let us begin now,
You think you phat? Me and Rugged here to help ya trim down so…

I’m the best amongst the ones who think that they’re the best around,
But they’re threatened by my presence, so they try to put me down,
I’m not lying when I say that I’m the heir to the crown,
I’m bombing Barnum and Bailey’s trying to bury these clowns,
I’ll Britney Spears their careers, it’s clear I’m needed here,
Shaving the sheep, like I never heard of some shears,
My message is clear rap’s resurrection is near,
That’s all I want, plus the respect of my peers, get it?
Infectious to ears, and that’s without, ever switching a gear,
A quarter of a thousand tracks in half of six years,
Rugged One and the Cannabis Kid, we shoulda been out,
Even with our backs to the wall, it’s never in doubt,
Cause most of these rappers are just something to snack on,
If beef comes they run, like someone left the tap on,
I crap on em, every-time I snap on em it’s jokes,
I show ‘em my nuts, tell em to snack on em and choke,
And I been waiting on these other fleas to push me,
But they hide behind they bars, like they P.C. pussy,
If you can’t take the time, don’t take up crime,
So put down the pen, and stop trying to rhyme.

Time for the herd to thin out, I’m stepping in now,
Out on a limb, never in doubt, let us begin now,
You think you phat? Me and Rugged here to help ya trim down so…

I been on a limb, watch me dance on a branch fast,
-The answer to the questions you can’t ask,
I’m here to take over, pillage and ransack your stacked grands,
Old-school, like your grand-dad, give you the back hand,
I’m that damn good and goddamn I’m getting better,
I’m hot man, so gimme my props, I want my credit,
I’m ahead of the game, maybe ahead of my time,
Man I’m catching a tan, I’m so ahead of my shine,
Creating my success, I saw it first in my soul,
Put my soul in my music, now I live for the flow,
And you can see it, cause my passion is a visible thing,
This music is the reason that I do not live in the bing,
I give it everything I got, because I owe it no less,
So if you’re not impressed, sorry, but you’re probably deaf,
This is as good as it gets, 3 points and all mesh,
I’m moving like a vet, my hands command death,
I’m a different breed, you can tell by the tinge,
Half black half white, call me the Gray Prince,
I’m the best of the new batch, my cling raps stick,
Ignore syntax, and still phat I’m just that sick.
Track Name: Rain
(Rain) Is all that I see, defines who I am,
I’m here all alone, but I’m taking a stand,
Or rain will just fall, keep getting me wet,
They say it’ll shine, but I ain’t seen it yet,
Nevertheless, I keep pushing on,
The days are so dark, I can’t wait til they’re gone,
There’s nowhere to hide, so I won’t even try,
Won’t make an attempt, I’ll just march til I die,
A smart kinda guy, who’s heart kinda died,
Way back in the days, I was locked up inside,
These are the thoughts, that I’ve fought to deny,
But I’m losing this lopsided waltz, to my pride,
So I’m walkin in rain, provocative pain,
I’m Feeling suppressed, where democracy reigns,
And I’m waiting for shine, waiting for mine,
The good days are coming, but taking their time.

(Hook)

(Rain) drops fall around me, almost drown me,
Cause I’m almost down and out,
Without a doubt, I could still stand up,
Problem is I keep on waiting for a hand up,
And it’s not coming, no it’s not coming,
I gotta shit in the pot, or get off of it,
I want the money and the shine and lots of it,
I want the title, but the Lord said “Do Not Covet”,
And so I toss covers, I’m just a lost brotha,
Searching for help, but my bible’s too dust smothered,
I’m conflicted, to which do I listen,
My visible passion, or faith in religion,
I’m free, still I find myself hating this prison
I wake up in daily, pissed off and indignant,
Just hating the rain, waiting for mine,
The good days are coming, just taking their time.

(Hook)
Track Name: Letters Become Numbers
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.

Dear World, I think I need help, I wanna die,
I’m staring out my office window, up at the sky,
I worked non-stop, to get where I‘ve got,
My whole life’s been go, now I want it to stop,
I’m sick of rushing, I’m sick of deadlines, sick of bosses,
I’m sick of stocks, I hate the profits and losses ,
I’ve cheated on my wife, on work vacations,
taught assistants dictation, Dick taking and tasting,
I hate me, I wonder if this ever gets better,
And I wonder if there really is a God or a Heaven,
Or a Satan or a hell, I really shouldn’t dwell,
But the stock on my soul rose, I had to sell,
I’m sorry to my wife Christine, I know we’ll meet again,
And I can’t think of a moment that will be sweet as then,
To be real, I’ve been dead a long time,
So it right that I take this concrete swan dive.

Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.

Dear nobody cares, I’ve been sick for three months,
I’m dying, but everyone around me fronts,
They act like there’s hope, but I wanna let go,
I’m in so much pain, I got cancer in my brain,
No-one seems to understand it, I’m the one suffering,
It’s my screams and my dignity, that they’re sloughing,
I’m a shell of myself, I’m less nothing,
I’m living with my face and my chest all sucked in,
It sucks man I keep hoping to croak,
Take a dirt nap, heart attack, c’mon stroke,
But I’ve done it their way, for long enough,
Some people just know when their time is up,
So say goodnight, I’ll say goodbye, still got my pocketknife,
my watch to my grandson, the rest to my son and wife,
I’m so sorry, but if you find this,
I’ve gone to a better place, to find bliss.

Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.

Dear Mom, I’m sorry I did this, but I had to,
I know I’m a bad son, I broke up dad and you,
And you’re so sad, cause you think I’m mad at you,
But really, it’s all my fault this all happened,
You used to be happy, but then you started fighting,
First you stopped loving, then you stopped liking,
It might be, that my death, will fix the break,
And I’m willing to die, for my family’s sake,
So I grabbed the gun that you keep in the closet,
And loaded it how dad showed me, when we got robbed,
And I know you’re at work, so I didn’t wanna bother you,
Plus I knew that you’d just try to be an obstacle,
I’ve made my decision, my life for yours,
You deserve to be happy, my life’s no more,
So remember me, love me, never forget me,
I just wanna take my leave before you ever regret me.

Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.