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I'm NYCE and I'm a rapper who doesn't focus on the things normal rappers focus on. I don't cuss, or rap about drugs sex or violence. The time for that, in my mind, has passed
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#106,087 today
Peak #705
#10,129 in subgenre
Peak #72
Author
2NYCE
Uploaded
February 20, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:00
Lyrics
Verse:
I’m a submarine deep under y’all but I take more pressure
At the end of the race so I ain’t ever playin catch up
Y’all niggas can’t see me but I got that infinite vision
Cuz my flow the Sopranos you niggas children’s television
Sesame Street Blue’s Clues Saturday morning cartoons
You niggas stuck in first gear my flow is set on Tom Cruise
Not a impossible mission but for y’all it’s that to stop me
If you want success for your label you better call me up and cop me
My flow will cut off ya breathing you betta get ya self a medic
Cuz my lines sick guess that makes the verse an epidemic
And the song is da black plague but I’m turning the page
To the insanity flow as if I injected it in my veins
But I got a thing about needles so I guess I swallowed that mess
And it permanently bonded wit a nigga leaving me better than the rest
Rippen thru the armor on ya torso and be leavin ya chest bare
My flow stay on point refer to me as Sebastian Telfair
Hook:
The flow hit hard and got that velocity like a gat
The sickest nigga rappin wrap ya mind around dat
The lyrics get the foundations of a ya mind to be quaking
I’m like them London guards no matter what you do I’m never shakin
Verse Two:
The words I that I write are steel and recordin em is similar to alchemy
Cuz the flow is similar to gold killen each and every nigga wit a single shred of doubt in me
They say 2nyce always airborne because the kid is so fly
And I say that I gotcha because the flow is so right
Unimaginable cash to those in me that are invested
U might think I’m the cops cuz your cardiac just got arrested
The method of blessin the audio is in fact the
Lyrical monstrosity, no toppin me, the clock is beat
I’m clockin thee, no stopping me, or poppin me no rotten beats
I fricassee no pausing, we leavin forgotten on beats
You think I’m poppin at feet the way that I got em fidgetin
I’m on the food channel with the way I cook em in the kitchen and
be splitten em and stitchen em and stuffin em with sickness that
Infiltrate and facilitate show they fake it’s a wrap
For you cats chasin rats get em back face the fact
I’m in the lead can’t mess with me the rest of ye better watch your back
Hook (2x)
Verse Three:
Last verse, pick up your purse, and move yourself into that hearse
I put in work and go berserk put em in dirt somewhat a jerk
2nyce The Superman Yo I’m a lyrical hero
Get a taste, your tongue will stick cuz the flow is Absolute Zero
In degrees or Celsius don’t matter kid the flow is sick
A glowing stick amidst the blackness although the night is thick
But im cutting on through it like them orcs in the Two Towers
Got that Legalaus aim able to take the pedals off of flowers
The powers are limitless the business is being given
With the lyrical madness causin them dudes to drop from my vision
A couple more left butterfingers they can’t catch they breath
No need to flex they see the best comin at the rest they get they vest
But like I said, I rip it kid and leave em lackin protection
Never gonna get it but I’m always chasin perfection
The last two lines aint even gotta hit hard but ima make em
Chase em and take em eliminate em verbatim
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