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What Now
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Did this track with Broadcaster (Balance)... this is one of 2 or 3 more tracks that have really really catchy hooks on them. Lovin this track, the chorus is sick in my opinion.
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Freemind
Freemind 05

Wed May 10, 2006
HipHop : Hip Hop General
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Lyrics
--[CHORUS]--
WHAT NOW! if your sound doesnt pound this sick..
Then you a clown, just a pound, just a mound of shit..
Dont come around, or the ground, will house you bi***..
So when i hold the crown, get down, and say WHAT NOW!
What Now, What Now, What Now..
Up down, all around, get down, on the ground..
Hits pound, rip clowns, this sound, is loud..
So ya'll best say, What Now, What Now, WHAT NOW!..


--[VERSE 1 (Freemind)]--
When I bust a rap, i drop the roughest tracks..
Its like I puff and pass, cuz you chumps get blast-..
Ed down to the ground, round house to the face..
Bow down when I lace, these fags every day..
Because im droppin these raps so damn hard so you know..
Maine has been put on the map, since i started to flow..
Im harder than most, of these faggots who be droppin raps..
When I bust out lines, its causin havoc so you droppin back..
Ive had it with cuttin tracks, that get me no attention..
I wont forget to metion, my older sh*** has ended..
This the new age, who gave, you brave..
Hearted souls a mic, to spit tracks, move gays..
Two faced, when I rap, to gang,-sta and black..
F*** that, im f***in white, and its tight so thats that..
Drop back, rock rap, til im as big as Pac aft-..
Er death, and ima rep N-O-X til my last breath..

--[Verse 2 (Broadcaster)]--
What now, this style is irregular
NOX shreddin and beatin any competitors
Step to us and you'll never be identicle
Even my clone replica can never be incredible
As me, you see, be beatin your ten lines
rap genetic strands complete in my enzymes
I been nice wit a mic - Since I been writin
it's a fact, dog - I'll end lives with a knife
And you dont wanna see that nonsense
I'd rather raise my party up like i had a seat at congress
So relax dog, we dont need ur weak track,
Its wack, why would you even release that garbage?
Might as well park it on the side of the road..
cuz Its NOX dog, we stay outta control
and if u challenge the throne, you 'bout to get thrown
Out of our groundz, get pounded down
and send ur ass packin back home

--[VERSE 3 (Freemind)]--
Whats Now? The N-O-X Soldiers..
Bending necks over and over and over..
Drop cats quick, rock that shit..
Hot ass clique, not ave-redge..
We be sicker than most cats, rippin with flows that..
Got you trippin, so tip up the liquour dont hold back..
Get sh*** faced, wasted, these spits we lacin..
Are sick we makin, these hits so basic-..
Ly, you and me, cant ever be in the same class..
Cuz 1.) im to good, and 2.) you suckin some plain ass..
Im dangerous, when im on the mic, my brain blasts..
Insane raps, out and they're cuttin ya frame fast..
Im the rapper, droppin faster, then just half ya, so just back up..
Cuz im still the mother f***er who attacks ya, blast like NASA..
Cast a, spell, cuz this my realm, its my hell and now you've entered it..
That sh*** you spits annoying, like a mother f***in splinter bi***..