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.
credits
from Shaving the Sheep,
released July 1, 2008
Lyrics: Ngajuana
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
