A North Dublin Emcee who emerged on the Irish Hip Hop Scene early 2006, becoming an instant enigma with his raw, aggresive and tenacious style of rapping, mixin
Story behind the song
2/5 of Class A'z combine to bring you a tune best listened to on a day when the world is just blatently f*** ing with you
Lyrics
Nucentz Verse 1 :
do u feel sometimes ur walkin on a tight rope..?
dont know which u might go in this life bro..
want your enemys to die slow, strike em with the right blow
any onlooker that disagrees can get a knifed throat
sliced through there nike coat, ill call n let ur wife know
how her husband talked sh** and got strangled with a bike spoke
your f*** in with a psycho it musta been the lines..
nose is runnin like it might leg it fro dublin down to sligo
so dont bug me, ive had a bad day..
so i dont really give a f*** if ive to dig a mans grave
f*** the corporate working world not tryna be the mans slave
til i reach the damn age i can command a grand wage
rather grab a blank page and rage jump on the stage and blaze..
verses to take the taste away..
of taxes that they make me pay
while they safely stay up in the dail while we fade away
Terawrizt Chorus :
coz its that grown man music
gettin stoned to that broke man music
that gettin old and still got no plans music
so dance to it, or just go act stupid
to class a classic like its old rap music
grown man music
when tera does it, wave both hands to it
when nuie does it, get both hands movin
so roll it up and just smoke that
oh thats grown man music
Nucentz Verse 2 :
have you ever woken up with tears in your eyes..
wonderin when this bull sh** all appeared in your life
one minute everything appears to be right
the next ur freakin out in front of every mirror in sight
was it the crowd u fell in with, the choices u made
is it the white that u take, or how u keep doin the same despite ur mistakes
from the night into day..
its alright when your blazed..livin like we havent got the right to behave
havin 1 jack means the whole bottle
so f*** paul rudd im not tryna be a role model
im a dole model, lose your job and smoke a cone throttled
from all the whiskey that u drank before ur cold coddle
its nuie son
ive grown from the days i was an immature prick and elevated to a stupid c***
wise words and ill feeling gets handed back to u
when were snortin horse longer then the lines of latitude
so f*** a lower income tryna make the payroll
id rather slip back into this k-hole and lay low
Terawrizt Verse 3 :
its like im haunted by the ghosts of my past
sittin broke on my ass smokin grass, writtin notes in my pad
focusin on honin my craft, coz now i've chosen a path
i swore an oath to rap theres no goin back
watchin years roll past so fast, and in a blink
ur careers down the sink wit the drugs and the drink
and im a grown man, whos bendin over so much that
feel like the hunch back of notre dame
im like a doberman, chewin on a bone like its my owners hand
carryin the weight of the world until my shoulders cramped
dont need a social plan, im goin postal man
gimme a postage stamp and mail me to global bank
or walk into an local branch wit both my hands open
for my bailout bonus plan, bout to pop like fizzy soda cans
u know class a'z is only entertainment
but even hugo chavez banned coke for venezualans
this defamation of my reputation
is it just speculation, shud we expect a resignation
of a mental patient, we need a final decision
coz i give u more abuse than the ryan commission its that
