Dedicated to the kind words given to by Dalena.
Ninercrew is the collective efforts of the alternative hiphop folks here in the outskirts of Cincy. Headed up by matt and drew, who started dabbling in 1996 with some rhymes over instrumentals, ninercrew now has a bunch of songs and beats of their own and is looking to expand by collaborating with other beat-makers and rappers. Both matt and drew are 25 yrs old and reside in clermont county. Drew is avid on the bass and guitar, while matt can handle his own on the drums, but sticks more to just rhyming and making beats.
Lyrics
I appreciate the words you gave to me,
you just don't know how much that shit it saving me, and your bravery to step out and claim, that you put the rest below me, represent my name. It's insane..yeah... and it makes me feel, that there's a part of me that just won't let it sink in - make it real. and the deal is this: I won't stop, and i know you heard the story, how i'll make it to the top. And i drop thanks in your direction. See, you're the type of person, keeps the pencil flexin'. No question, loosened the tension. I'm glad a couple words have got the people's attention. Did i mention, I work hard at this, i'm gonna lose a normal life by getting involved in this. It's alright, i don't mind, the shit is gonna pay off. The lines of rhyme will give me, permanent, a day off.
Amazed, i'm dazed, i'm listening to the people flowing.
Fazed for days, just never know where the flow is going.
Back it up, they're breakin it down, i'm losing balance.
Matt, what's up? I'm hangin' around the best of talent.
You should know, we're taking it a level higher.
New to flow, we're setting ablaze a rebel fire.
Rhyming skills, we're keeping the beat complete & defeating.
Climbing hills, we're sweeping the street -deleting evil.
Pen, my weapon. Never to test the best, I'm flying.
Kept 'em guessing. Nevertheless, we're destined....trying.
Proud to be, just one of the few to feel it within.
Loud as me? Controlling the beat and keeping the rhythm.
Flippin through the book, each page, anger vented. Understand the rage the rhyme caged against it. Misrepresented, I feel I should repent it. Contender... but I never got a chance to contend it. OFFENDED...?? the blank face and silence. I can't count just how many days since i've been... on a major hustle, my muscle is pushing pen, and when they played you...FUSSIN:.."no way you're comparing us to them!!"
A stopwatch is kept by my side to clock all the cockblocks.
I need to step aside and watch all the hot-spots.
As fakers try to ride my jock, what they've not got, & essential to make it to the top ... is the soul and the heart. Man, i told em to stop!
What the beats need...??... a lyrical assasinator now, and they need ME, a treble agitator---break it down. I will freeze thee, and chill you out, and thaw you out for later. So please be, aware that i'm a lethal demonstrator...injecting my pain from the neck to the brain..
