Letter 2 Industry - Nuk C feat. Shadow
This is an original underground mixtape exclusive from one of Birmingham's finest mixtape artist, NuK C featuring Shadow on background vocals. Song written by NuK C, and hook written by Shadow.
Gumbo Funk at its finest. A melting pot of flavor which includes, but is not limited to: R & B, Rap, Soul, Hip Hop, Remixes, Samples, Ballads, Jazz, Gospel,
My name is Shadow. I produce music. My music is whatever you perceive it to be.
Listen without prejudice
Story behind the song
Nuk C brings his unique style of 'talk/flow' over an underground mixtape track. Shadow laces the vocals with echo effects and harmony.
Lyrics
Southern underground flavor.
INTRO:
Been waiting on the moment for a long time
That boy Nuk C, and Young Shadow, mayne (Ohhhh)
Know what I'm takin' bout? (Yeahhhh)
VERSE 1:
Call me a rap critic, it take a fan like me to politic it
You hoes sissy wit' it, Pretty Ricky wit' it
When it comes to hits I'm quick wit' it
When I was young, I jammed that Charlie Hustle song, Sick Wid It
I fucks with that Cash Money, No Limit
Nuk C pronounced as Birmingham meal ticket
The anger that I manage, guaranteed to bring damage
My mind's full of pain, spit it for boys deep in the game
A hoe wait on tracks like a train
If a nigga sleepin' on me, he must be a coward or a birdbrain
I'm raw without the diss, and the voice of a G, you got to listen
Not concerned with handouts or favors, like a group outta Texas,
I give middle fingers to them labels
Cause when I do sit at your table, I'm charging you for all the years you betrayed us
You'll think I played in Gainesville, as to why our click is Gator
Like Mike Watts, I'm major, without a major
Forever ask about my cut, like I got a pocket full of razors, nigga
HOOK 1:
Can you feel my pain - I'm just trying to do my thang
The streets made me, so they call me crazy
VERSE 2:
Welcome to the mind of a lunatic, just don't give a shit
Stereotype to this Bama shit - All I got for free is this Bama dick
Ride that hoe like B E T did on 106, set up like a cornerback,
waiting on the pick
In the booth, I burn ya - Lyrics flip and turn ya
I got Master P. thoughts, so I aim like a colonel (Yayee)
Studying the same wisdom as the Crips in California
Twice took a pair, I'm an all-around nigga, fuck a Spring Fling
I don't play The Fair
In my hood, we murk squares from Delaware
Roll with calicos like Steve McNair
So far, I done smoked the mid, I done smoked the jar (Oh yeah)
Young Escobar, catch me in the cut, flick my Cuban cigars
Teeing off on the par - In the car with Mason going to Silver Star
But this rap shit is my everythang (Everythang)
Generation deep, the reason I got an OG to sang (Mmm Hmm)
HOOK 2:
Can you feel this pain - I'm just trying to do my thang
And you can't fade me and Nuk Ceezy, baby
Cause we still in this game (Yep)
And just trying to do our thang, Ohhhhh
That's what it do
purple rain! yea i luv that sample u got a good voice 2 bro real talk keep doin ya thang fam!