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Nu-God
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Me talkin about how I AM god pretty much. My mixing is gettin a little bit better. Karosine Production on the boards.
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The NME AKA Ryan is reppin the oh so hardcore meth streets of Salem, oregon. when not drinking heavily and kickin it you can catch MR. Ledesma participating in freestyle battles with any random joe who thinks he can spit. The NME's Rap Subject matter falls somewhere between violent poeticness, poeticness or just plain old violence. either way The NME Sports a style bound to dazzle you with his lyricle prowless.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,577
Peak in subgenre #896
Author
The NME
Rights
Da Cypha Beats
Uploaded
February 14, 2006
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:39
Story behind the song
this song is acually containing two verses i wrotefor two different songs. i saw that they fit together pretty good so i trew them over this hot beat.
Lyrics
The NME Nu-God *The NME* yeah... yall already know who it is by now (NME) *Verse 1* Born in america, raised in america placed in a bad place grew with haste through the slums forgotten and embraced the style of warrin, sportin a couple guns in my waist now i cause a storm when i speak i torment minds, torture with force settin me off is like trowing a rock into a nest of hornets never catch me confoming to the ways of a normal person i grew wit a soldiers mind state meditate in verses in settin it straight Flat out the way i spit im layin it, through an insane point of view only labeled crazy cuz maybe the world just dont see it how i do my life is rough and rugged, i've had nothing, i love it it hardened me even though my heart departed from me im spittin the hard facts many never considered to give it a second glance *chorus* X1 pen to the paper (i write classics) speak on the mic like (my spits' acid) i know yall dont want none (i'll beat ya asses) im better at rappin (from every facit) shells in the shot gun (i reach and cock em) bust doors at ya spot son (you better lock em) tell ya friends that i got it (pushin my product) so sit back whenever the god spits Verse 2* soon as i walk in the club people run quick to the exit cuz im walkin in with a mask, a gun, matches and a can of gas im torchin the place till everyone is burnt morbid thats my form of making a hit Fuck the charts or radio, i aint tryin to be public or be a famous person. i love being underground and by that i dont mean un-signed or unknown i mean i got a bomb shelter built under my home im literal so when i say i spit something ya bitch is feelin i mean what comes out of my dick, inside her she feels the oozin of cum i discharge when im done fuckin her hard and when i say im making a track i mean im leaving evidence for the feds to follow me back to my fuckin residence from which i form an ambush while i hide in a bush with claymores at my door with a button to push Chorus X1
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