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
credits
from Shaving the Sheep,
released July 1, 2008
Lyrics: Ngajuana, S. Meaney (C. Spit)
Instrumental: Rugged One
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