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Young Noah Verse
Yo I was born ready, born again heavy
Way to weighty in the script' - so beyond deadly
I try to tell'em but these young boys' all petty
I'm tryna save a life, you tryna stack fetty-wap
I can't be stopped when the beat’s hot
I've been doing this since tall white tees dropped
Back when I had the Dodge, plain clothes, Cops…’
In the City with 50 of slab of hard white rock - you square
You are not prepared, you are not aware
Run up on me.. I will not be scared
What’s a rap battle to me?
Boy I wrestle with demons, you do not want to see’em
On the block tryna free’em
I got a special set of skills like Liam
And I’ll come find you just to remind
I done paid my dues like high school
I’m the king underground like fossils
Emye Verse
C'mon you know I'm up in the zone when I do that mic--//
aphone like I'm abusing it, oh but it feels so nice/
I ain’t wrong to use that line on a song that's repping Christ//
But they roll me out in public & stone me right on sight//
Cuz home is where I’m always gon’ find my worse critics//
My words they peep it & quick to Misfit like a Reject//
I have to regrets, since I divulge all of my secrets// (ha…)
I ain’t got nothing to hide, but go and seek it//
Hold on...
So get used to me buddy//
I don’t do this for money, I ain't here for no honeys//
What man can ever do for me?//
No I ain’t your amigo, I’m just keeping it c-note//
Spitting that jalepeno, like I’m a rapping latino//
I’m an american artist, I just came here party//
Show them all who my God is... so we get’em like Gawvi//
‘Bout to get this thing started… get it crunk like Mardi gras//
Chorus
Hold on, get ready we’re turned on//
Yea dem boy's whippin ‘ these beats to da break of dawn//
(THEY DO -- THEY DO)
Who’s hot & who’s not?//
It don’t matter ‘cause they gon’ pop like 2-Pac//
(THEY DO -- THEY DO
Get buck - rodeo//
The radio’s spinning they hits like tornados//
(THEY DO -- THEY DO)
(‘CAUSE THEM BOYS PAY THEY DUES)
Lucid Verse
Mind blown, grind mode, living in the studio//
Wisdom of the wise dome, hit them with the stupid flow//
We plant seeds, attract heat, gotta let the music grow//
Want another album? I'll give you a few of those//
They said Take Two was dope, that work on you buddy//
They hyped up and piped up, it's worth all the money//
Glory be to God, we never thirsty or hungry//
Covered by the Lamb, yo the church is so bloody//
Grab the mic, I'm back to life, by His sacrifice I'm revived//
Light of the world, we keep it popping, deep-fried//
Some odd sheep with hot beats and bars, refined//
This ministry, in His image we do whatever He decide//
We reach high, it defies gravity, yes we fly//
No stress, so blessed by His Word, we are defined//
You see why I'm gifted, because He's so divine//
Got this music flowing in my genes (jeans), Levis//
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap