-Shut the lights off, -let the sun set,
-Turn the music up, are we having fun yet?
-We ain't started, so I guess that we ain't done yet,
Welcome to my party, I ain't only doing one set,
There ain't no melody, there ain't no harmony
- - There isn't any harming me
I become, something else, let the sun, go down,
After, after dark, after, after dark
- It's like a Gremlins thing, just gimme gin in shots,
Next thing you know, I'm asking you if you're in or not,
Started the night out, off with a blackout,
What night's complete without a stop at a crackhouse?
You can't compete, just keep it locked, til I spazz out,
I'm in a happy place, but I took the sad route,
Party for, one, I been rocking all night,
A couple people, crashed, let 'em stay, they alright,
I been getting lit though, I ain't talking bar lights,
-Spitting starlight, a czar, with a charred mic,
Crooked crowned king, the crooks have crowned, king,
I make a block hot, like I cooked the ground, king,
Absence of melody is just a sound thing,
Work in harmony with nothing, solitude is grounding,
So, mic check, mic check, how it's sounding?
Another knockout, no ref, who's counting?
-Shut the lights off, -let the sun set,
-Turn the music up, are we having fun yet?
-We ain't started, so I guess that we ain't done yet,
Welcome to my party, I ain't only doing one set,
There ain't no melody, there ain't no harmony
- - There isn't any harming me
I become, something else, let the sun, go down,
After, after dark, after, after dark
Tell the king and all the pheasants in the kingdom I'm coming,
Ring a ding, callin' a ring a wing,
These bitches been chicken heads since christening,
This is a very cherry, and merry mission I'm committed in,
Rap off, gangster’s wit' they strap off, click-clack,
Ass fart, -Wait, what? -You know, asphalt,
It’s yo asses fault, I’m attacking Aladdin, with the Genie’s skull,
Trash talk, I'm trashing em all, blast off, hurry up its last call,
Nic! Yo Nic! You're dripping mac sauce, like, everywhere dawg,
And these chicken nuggets got me McLovin' these thots
Like, give me minute to respond, I'm critically clinically depressed,
Literally, I’m illiterate, but legit, written skits of finesse,
Riddle me ridiculous, but I wont, ridicule your innocence,
Gut-twist, thirst quenched, y'all re-birthed a circus,
Tech nine type circuits, crack pipes, fast knives
Some black, some white, house party full of, sick seeds,
Mixed breeds, even paper chasers, in a, pipe dream,
After dark, catch me howling at the moon bitch,
Josh Wolfe, howling at the moon bitch,
Lost my clothes dancing with the devil, throw some joggers , over-sized sweater on,
They sweaty palms, spaghetti tongue, they unresponsive Hattr,
Drop them in a tomb, and we dip, we not responsible for this,
I'm cut throat, like Travolta in swordfish,
We mourn quick, yo, ya`ll were warned before this...
-Shut the lights off, -let the sun set,
-Turn the music up, are we having fun yet?
-We ain't started, so I guess that we ain't done yet,
Welcome to my party, I ain't only doing one set,
There ain't no melody, there ain't no harmony
- - There isn't any harming me
I become, something else, let the sun, go down,
After, after dark, after, after dark
credits
from SickSongsTriplicate: Loondon, Onterrible,
released December 1, 2018
Produced By: DJ Gripski
Lyrics: N. Latella (Ngajuana), C. Marshall (LOLA)
Recorded, & Mixed By: Madhattr
Mastered By: Notion
Executive Producer: A. Tanton (Madhattr)
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
