Third time this week that I’ve seen the detective,
He’s on my trail, and he’s asking questions,
following me, it’s bothering me,
But I’m letting it go, tolerantly,
Every place that I stop, he sits and he watches,
Fixes his watch, as I walk down the block,
Takes a piss when I shit, and makes a note,
It makes me choked, and lately, he’s staying close,
Hear my name broadcast on his radio,
I hated jail, but I ain’t afraid to go,
I chop anything around from weed to hot cars,
And spit these hot bars, so hard they cause scars,
Bitch, gimme props, or I’ll give you the cock hard,
I spit so sick, battle me, you caught sars,
here I am, stuck stalked by this fuck,
Gripped by the short hairs of my black nuts.
Everywhere I go, and every time I look,
There’s someone in the shadows,
Maybe it’s two guys, maybe I’m too high,
but Someone’s in the shadows
someone’s in the shadows,
moves like I move, thinks like I think,
someone’s in the shadows,
watching me breathe and watching me blink.
He watches me sleep, he’s always around,
I’m not truly free, he’s locking me down,
I go see my son, he tapes the visit,
Just to remind me, I’m his nigger,
He knows I see him, I know he sees I,
In any other place, we’d just be two guys,
But now we’re adverse, adversaries,
will I get caught, or will he get buried
he’s opposition, I’m Clockwerk physics,
hot, til the day my heart stops it’s twitchin,
bring beef, lemme chop it up, in my kitchen,
cook it down, so the sound, comforts my children,
and I’ll build up a kinship, with my kindred,
through flames, use emcees as my kindling,
was a kind soul, til the grind’s grime took hold,
over time, lost my mind, and grew a spinal cord.
Everywhere I go, and every time I look,
There’s someone in the shadows,
Maybe it’s two guys, maybe I’m too high,
but Someone’s in the shadows
someone’s in the shadows,
moves like I move, thinks like I think,
someone’s in the shadows,
watching me breathe and watching me blink.
I can’t see one of my people’s, be runnin the street,
Or else he might just send police through,
I tried to ditch him, he always tails me,
Flashes a smile, while he trails me daily,
Can’t make a sale, my feet done failed me,
Barely surviving, alone and ailing,
I need to fix this, it has to end,
cause I’ll die if I keep on playing pretend,
so I drive to the country side, him behind,
so close, he must think I’m blind,
and I head to an old barn, that should do,
he drives past like he’s passing through,
tried to circle around me, but he’s lost sight,
now I’m hiding to his right, ready for the fight
charged at him, hit a tree and split my lips,
realized too late, that he doesn’t exist.
Everywhere I go, and every time I look,
There’s someone in the shadows,
Maybe it’s two guys, maybe I’m too high,
but Someone’s in the shadows
someone’s in the shadows,
moves like I move, thinks like I think,
someone’s in the shadows,
watching me breathe and watching me blink.
Everywhere I go, and every time I look,
There’s someone in the shadows,
Maybe it’s two guys, maybe I’m too high,
but Someone’s in the shadows
someone’s in the shadows,
moves like I move, thinks like I think,
someone’s in the shadows,
watching me breathe and watching me blink.
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