My flow runneth over any cup, I’m so excessive,
Can I really be Canuck? Man I’m so depressing,
Yessir, but I’m so interesting,
Cause I’m so intense, when I’m interjecting,
My two cents, in every sense I’m a nuisance,
Been around for a minute, still I’m the new kid,
Aahhhhh, correction, mine’s the new shit,
Go ahead, try to see me cause I’m elusive,
First things first, lift up the blinders stupid,
All this mindless music, can be mind confusing,
Take a little taste, how you like what I’m infusing,
It’s obvious on every track, I’m improving,
I’m the truth, and y’all are under my influence,
You’d only hurt yourself if you tried to do this,
The cord was killing hip-hop, so I induced it,
Now I’ll slap you nappy hoes, call it Imus music.
We the best in this whole mid-west vicinity,
N.G.A and Moore, shut-up when we got the floor,
You don’t like it, there’s the door, we hip-hop divinities,
So stop with ya primitive noise...
We the best in this whole mid-west vicinity,
N.G.A and Moore, shut-up when we got the floor,
You don’t like it, there’s the door, we hip-hop divinities,
So stop with ya primitive noise, you’re not limitless.
I'm known to own the microphone like I be John Bellone I got Your girl up on the bone while doing business on my phone
Theres no one like me who be exciting the crowds I mean I'm Prob-bably the one you based ya whole stage show around
Capt hold it down, even in hiatus, cause I be reppin London Sipping drinks in the Barbados, I bring the flava-playa, so Make a life decision, because you either hip hop-or you isn't
There aint no in-betweenin, go fight your inner demons, in private (why kid) so I don't hafta' fuckin see it,
my shows the spot to be at, and everybody know it, so its packed for the cat who gon' hafta open
And when its time to close it, that's when I get my dopest, I only focus on my skill and not what brand my clothes is - one thing I know is, ya fucking with two of the greatest, so just be happy that you even have it on ya playlist.
We the best in this whole mid-west vicinity,
N.G.A and Moore, shut-up when we got the floor,
You don’t like it, there’s the door, we hip-hop divinities,
So stop with ya primitive noise...
We the best in this whole mid-west vicinity,
N.G.A and Moore, shut-up when we got the floor,
You don’t like it, there’s the door, we hip-hop divinities,
So stop with ya primitive noise, you’re not limitless.
Props? Just Gimme em! These simpletons are simians,
Why make it simple when I’m singing only to be singeing ‘em,
The beat stays swinging like a pendulum, it’s perfect,
For me and Moore to murk it, give it the full service,
We wordsmiths, while you little birds just chirping,
Just trying take second, y’all know who first is,
Truth is, most of all of y’all lack purpose,
And that’s hurt, your rhymes are weak and patchwork,
From now on, please don’t write unless you ask first,
Take that trash verse and swallow it ass-first,
‘fore you get your ass served, then you get your ass turfed,
And you get your ass stomped, lemme get your ass a skirt,
Moore, estimate his chest size, our rep is undenied,
Let’s kill these bugs like pesticides and watch em as they die,
And as they decompose and their bodies attract flies,
Then we’ll write a track about it, and perform it side by side.
credits
from Sonic Therapy: Missed the Cut Vol.1,
released October 30, 2014
Produced, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered By: A. Tanton (Madhattr)
Lyrics & Performance By: N. Latella (Ngajuana) & B. Moore (Branded Moore)
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
