Ness Lee and Writeous Present - ATLiens
The real south is back bi***!
Not your typical MC from the south. Writeous™ brings something new to the table, by combining abstract concepts, concious topics, and battle rapping all in one
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Lyrics
Writeous
I was lost in the shuffle, never lost in scuffles/
Fuck arms, my brains brawn, every thought is muscle/
I flex them thangs on songs, marijuana’s a supplement/
I won’t take even when exhausted and struggle to -
Create or place weight on bars, just say that I’m training hard/
Each day, till my strengths like Arnold, I wonder whose –
Willing to go head on, and wants to rebuttal/
I bet their noggin gets covered in knots and all different color bruise/
Ooooh, save them arguments brother/
No debating whether we’re great, play this song and know its true/
This is a small display of art from our arsenal/
Brought to you by the dark skinned version Starsky and Hutch so move -
Back and watch, as we take the law in our own hands/
Cause saving hip hop is a job that Jeron and Chuck will do/
So if you spot our spaceship, hope that we don’t land/
Cause these ATLiens are invading the country soon/
Chorus
A T L I E N
This is where I begin
And this is where I will end
I’m an A T L I E N
(Repeat)
Ness Lee
Had to infiltrate and take this back to the early nineties/
We emerge with a verse that’ll personally curse the first rapper that’s heard behind me/
Who claim to heard of another person to bust verbally -
Better, deserve to be slapped in they pearly whities/
Its time for two of the best, you ever heard/
Do it to death, we never been scured/
We aint waiting for the rap game to let us in/
We just Eastside Stomp till they take down the confederate flag/
Straight clown the rest of you fags/
Can get it quick fast, click blast, scoping them out/
In a thick black, slick casket, lower you down/
Neglected by family and kept in a bag/
Beef with Ness Lee, deaded, I beheaded MCs/
From the west region, even the east, wrecked it to pieces/
So breathe heavy when we, the chiefs, crept in/
Putting a lease over your head with street credit, please!
Chorus
Ness Lee
This here is more than just your average lack luster/
Running a mill, Cadillac clustered, yakkady yak, I’m packing a gat/
My platinum plaque custom, to pitching crack to customers/
Fitted cap with a custom fur, No! /
I destroy tapes with every style/
Put us in your ride and we’ll render your trunks useless/
Us losing? Does Lloyd Banks ever smile? /
The south is now more than Lil Jon and crunk music/
Writeous
So get involved this Suns movement/
Got young students running thru their school, pumping this thru the intercom/
Who is, congruent to us? There’s none proven -
So hush, rush if you want your lungs filled with embalm fluid/
Disgruntled fools be mumbling, say that we aren’t/
Country, funny we was never the ones to be patriotic/
Southern’s, a mind state not way of talking - Find just call us/
Unidentified Flyest Objects inside your walkman/
