My worlds all backwards, nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
It’s backwards! Nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
I guess they wanna see me pissed off, my mind-state it is so frail,
I’m irate; I can’t keep these primates off my coattails,
Talentless, apes, swinging off the nuts of a great,
Wouldn’t know original if it was fucking their face,
Rap around here’s a fucking disgrace,
A bunch of fake-gangsta’ gossip-queens, nothing but fake,
A little substance to their shit is just too much to ask,
So there’s nothing to their spit, it’s just too butt, its ass,
Their flow’s been used up their crew’s fucking trash,
I’d smoke these little bitches, like two puffs and pass,
To prove what, for starters I grew up too fast,
Mine mind wrecked, I learned life, through cutting class,
I’m too fucked, spent youth cuffed, abused, sloughed,
Went through much, awaiting the day that I blew up,
Who to trust? Apparently no-one that doesn’t know me,
My circle is getting smaller, suspicious of all my homies.
(Bridge)
Am I blind, am I deaf, am I dumb no I’m not,
I can see ‘em all for what they are,
They’re in line, think they’re next and they want their shots,
But they’re small fish to a shark.
My worlds all backwards, nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
Not new and no nuisance, I’m more like a new scent,
My two-cents, is two and ten-tenths times that of you gents,
And maybe I’m just too tense, or maybe it’s just good sense,
But really I don’t need a thing, especially not a new friend,
It’s backwards, the dog meows, the windows now a wall,
The cat just growls at me and I’ll fly before I fall,
I will sink above it all, until I crash down into first place,
It’s backwards, like these so called rappers taste in wordplay,
It’s backwards, like a girl not fucking on the first date,
I sat back and watched the scene get wacker every Thursday,
It’s backwards, how do y’all suck worse with practice?
Spitting like you chop rocks, looking like some addicts,
Waiting for a dude who is dope you can collab with,
If not me then e-mail G and see where Shad is,
It’s backwards, how is it they’re showing no progression,
No forward motion, no passion, just pussies with no direction.
My worlds all backwards, nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
It’s backwards! Nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
Am I blind, am I deaf, am I dumb no I’m not,
I can see ‘em all for what they are,
They’re in line, think they’re next and they want their shots,
But they’re small fish to a shark.
Am I blind, am I deaf, am I dumb no I’m not,
I can see ‘em all for what they are,
They’re in line, think they’re next and they want their shots,
But they’re small fish to a shark.
Keep swimming, keep treading,
Keep swimming keep treading,
Keep ya head above water
Keep swimming, keep treading,
Keep swimming keep treading,
Keep ya head above water
Keep swimming, keep treading,
Keep swimming keep treading,
Keep ya head above water
Keep swimming, keep treading,
Keep swimming keep treading,
Keep ya head above water
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana
