Son, I'm the nicest, when I write it I leave tracks lifeless My style will make you smile, opposite of gas prices Don't try and judge me, everybody has their vices You tell me you're the flyest and I'll tell you that you siced it I spit ripeness, like mangos from a high twig Rewind this, listen with your ears not your iris My fly kicks are nice, but nowhere near where my rhymes is Pay attention to my words instead of my Osirises Or Nikes, I might be the next greatest The best haters can't mess with my vet status I spend papers trying to get the next latest Ipaths While I'm improving my nice raps Yo, I'm moving ahead, you're falling behind You must be out of your head you think I'm not gonna shine I'm stopping the crime, atrocities y'all did to the rap game Ain't no stopping me son, y'all will see I'm here to spit that flame The chemistry between the beat and melody is heavenly The sample I am setting free, setting the example The bass is trampling your speakers, blowing woofers and tweeters It's sleeker than a Nike sneaker, sharper than potato peelers You can't see me like a broken mirror When I get on a beat, my lyrics kill it like a smoking barrel Like Heath Ledger, I'm a joking terror Hocus pocus your focus you'll notice that my vocals are provoking fear You're in a school zone, there's no smoking here Just open up your ears and your mind, get educated by rhymes This new age Dr. Seuss is surpassing you Mother Gooses With your elementary raps, you got a brain either use it or lose it But look, I am not trying to diss It's just some rappers are glorifying ignorance If you listen to my lyrics then you'll find it's hard to miss I only spit the truth to the masses, yo, class is dismissed

Hey there, how you doin'? The name is Nawlij and that is what I'm persuin' I'll use the music to spread the truth and my views 'til I'm useless Or until my uses exceed the needs of pupils and students The pen is mightier than the sword, but the mind is mightier than the pen Mental slavery is plaguing the people, their families, and their friends While the one's who aren't affected sit and watch and pretend. So I will never fall in line, I refuse to That's why I spit the kinda rhymes you're not used to All these rappers sound the same, you can't even tell who's who You all wanna play gangstas until they actually shoot you So what, I'm skinny as a toothpick These loose lips will hit you with spit with more flow than cruise ships I'm on my way to the top with no pit stops I ain't trying to bite Luda but I do it for hip hop I'm a lyrical arsonist, biblical in proportion It's startin' to seem like Nawlij is rockin' in this metropolis Sparkin' with my conglomerates, toppin' the charts, poppin' my art A shot in the dark and I'll tell you there ain't no stoppin' this I'm scouring the lands, learning how to be a man I'll grind my mind and write my rhymes until the power leaves my hands In less than an hour you'll be a fan I'm too fly up in the sky, y'all just waitin' for me to land Now I don't mean to be a hater, but I don't cater to the lowest common denominator From Harlem to Jamaica, I'm dropping atomic bombs on these haters who can't stand seeing me shine I spit rhymes reminiscent of Jay-Z in his prime Look to either side of me and you'll be seein' a dime A little bit older in age but I'm still a flirt Now I'm kickin' sound waves just to make these killers hurt (killaz hert)

Nawlij: I'm a Jamaican raggamuffin comin' straight outta Maryland Got more bite than Scruff McGruff fightin' the Taliban An American, proud to be grounded in Germantown My roots run deep like Kunta, keep in G, got no time to clown My frown is barely seen, beam optimism in my prism Isms and schisms flow freely out the concrete jungle prison I have risen from the single-dimensional state of mind Kindly find me spreading love to all races, various faces Breakin' braces, barriers, homeostasis with my words That is my basis, gift and curse, no bullet casings in my verse My prose is rosy, I keep it true for my homies Only show what I know from experience not just from TV They cannot see me, I Wonder if they're Stevie My timing with the rhyming makes my job look easy We're essential to the game like Kobe to the Lakers It's Nawlij and Spazmodic comin' straight outta Jamaica Spazmodic: Steppin' off the plane with Dalton dirt on my shoes Hauling verses across the Earth just like the bird does the flu Skimming curd off my soup, you heard on the news That Spazmodic and Nawlij are brothers, I guess you're learning the truth We're like two troops in a herd, using the verb To describe what occurs in the booth, murder I go from Goshen to the ocean and end up on a cruise Sittin' up in my room, like a broom get swept away by the boom in the bass Increase the volume, stretch the threshold of the decibels in the instrumentals out like a tube sock The family tree is so big, you can feel the roots rock To see the top, you gotta keep your head up like Tupac An amazing race of survivors and providers, if you're with me hold your lighters to the sky and pop a cider Give me a "J" so loud it can be heard in space Followed with the "A-M-A-I-C-A" We may play in a slow pace, but we spice things up like Old Bay So everything is "Irie", that means "Okay" You feel no pain when the music hits In my expert opinion, that's the best part of it If you look hard enough, you can see the heart in it We started out in a dark place now we are starts Shifting into quasars, slay beats when we lay sick (Lasik) lyrics Firing lazers

Enter the night, darkness envelopes the bending of light Masculinity's unseen when you're fending off fright I'm ending the plight, the crack raps, trapping's a fad Slangin' a bag of blackened schwag while you're yappin' 'bout swag Your rapping ain't rad, you know it so you throw on your diamonds Riddle me this, flip off the switch, now who's shinin'? In the darkness you can only judge by what you can hear Instead of your eyes use your ears, you'll see I'm wise beyond my years I rhyme the real, the radio sounds like Aesop's fables But I guess that's what we get for trusting corporate labels I'm the light at the end of the tunnel, see I'm a lyrical bundle of joy Make you hail Mary like Daniel McCoy Now you're singing defeat, 'cause I'm bringing the heat Hotter than sparking up coals in India, stinging ya feet I'm gettin' headaches listening to the silliest beats I'm about to give rap heart attacks just like Jimmy the Greek My rhymes will hurt ya, I'm bouncing off the walls like the Prince of Persia My poetry is in motion, can't be stopped like the law of inertia An object at rest will stay at rest, so you better put some force in your lines if you wanna compete with the best A verbal test, study lyrics I wrote like cliff notes Cleaner than chrome, words are deeper than catacombs Cataclysmic catalytic converters, adjectives and verbs Flippin' beats and verses instead of flippin' burgers Flippant persons that you've never heard of Steady rippin' beats that knock hard, breaking backs and cracking sternums Anatomical biological warfare, other rappers are fake like toupees made out of horse hair It's unfair to put me on the same level as these other young cats who burst into the mainstream and revel In the fact that they're getting paid in gold chains You'll never see me sell out or outsold in vain

We all fiend for the dollar signs, gotta buy more stuff People willing to murder over paper, call it Warbucks Materialism is the new imperialism, you gotta have the most so you can boast You gotta have the coat to match the boots, while hoping that the loot exists To make it through the week without skipping food as a stupid wish It's killing you just to look the freshest Was it really worth it, did you really get what you expected? And I'm willing to bet, half the people listening are living in debt and still will fill in a check To buy a little respect in the form of gold chains Got you bending over backwards like the Cirque du Soleil Buy bottles of Rose when you hardly can hold cake Yo I'm sorry but no way will my pockets be so fake I ain't got much but I can promise this I'm 'boutta make them dollars circulate like communists Brothers will stick you for your cheese, stay quick to get a piece Cake never get it free, stack scrilla 'til a million bills no longer have a fee Til' my mom can travel free, 'til my brothers in the gutter ain't gotta rob to have a feast Let the dollars circulate, 'til my pockets percolate 'Til my wallet's got a taste of that paper with a face It's what we all say, we wanna be the richest in the room 'Til it's time to carry riches to our tombs When brothers get hungry, best believe it ain't funny Basically you better be prepared to leave without your money 'Cause a bullet to the tummy is a real possibility Leave you body with a chilly freeze just to get some Mickey D's The fiends smoking on some sticky trees, sobriety's a foreign concept Holding heat's the only freedom seen up in the projects Waiting for the first of the month to burst with the guns Greed can make you do some crazy things Making cream can leave some corpses, that fat lady sings The end of another chapter, just because of the green they were after Now another mother is crying alone at home Nothing can bring her baby back, just because a junkie taking crack wanted to make some crazy stacks Now who of all people can ever deny that this is the root of all evil? Brothers will stick you for your cheese, stay quick to get a piece Cake never get it free, stack scrilla 'til a million bills no longer have a fee Til' my mom can travel free, 'til my brothers in the gutter ain't gotta rob to have a feast Let the dollars circulate, 'til my pockets percolate 'Til my wallet's got a taste of that paper with a face It's what we all say, we wanna be the richest in the room 'Til it's time to carry riches to our tombs

Lights down low, thoughts getting quiet but my mic's loud though Skinny kid, a hundred and forty-five pounds bro My heartbeat is racing but to my mind it sounds slow I can feel the eyes of the crowd staring into my soul What it will reveal, not even God knows I've been dreaming of this moment ever since a snot-nose And if I choke now then it's the end of the road So now I'm staring in this microphone about a hundred miles from home I'm thinking to myself, "I made it this far just to die alone?" The mic is my weapon so there's no half steppin' If I jump now I'll either fall to hell or fly to heaven So now the beat's volume's up and my feet wanna run But I can't so I stand and face the crowd like a man And my palms are getting sweaty and my throat is feeling heavy Any thoughts of failure are multiplied by the eyes of many It's do or die time, I must remember my lines I open up my mouth and not a word comes out What now?

Is this all a dream? Is this reality or am I thinking what I'm seeing? Will I just magically awaken from this painful scene? And if I do will I have even learned anything? Sometimes I sit around and wonder what's the point I don't want to give up but do I even have the choice? If I speak, do I even have a voice? I try and seek for a meaning just to fill an empty void I try not to fall into the pressures of normality But every day that passes has me feeling like a casualty To those around me they just brush it off so casually So naturally I'm feeling out of place in this reality I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, to reach some better days 'Cause in my future here all I'm seeing is skies of grey I need a hideaway, to keep my mind at bay Because the thoughts it's telling me are blinded by the rage My life's an open book, I'm trying to turn the page Or maybe it's a job and I'm earning minimum wage But I've been working hard trying to get to that promotion But I'm only one in a billion swimming in the ocean But Imma never stop, because this is my passion I haven't reached my goals 'til my name is up in lights, flashing The future is unclear, and the road is misty But if you're feeling how I'm feeling com and sing it with me I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I can't close my eyes, all I'm seeing are lies in disguise as my life As I look back and think of what I could've done differently The mystery of hindsight is bringing back the misery Guessing turns, lessons learned, everything's a maze Lessen burns by experiences of endless days I creep through my solitude I know I must prevail Unveil my true being as my wounds become stale The holy grail is a metaphor in my mind I climb the ladder up until I reach the divine I find myself trying to separate the night and day Just to stop these nightmares, spread my wings and fly away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away

Nawilj: June 20th, the year is 1990 In the hospital delivery room is where you'd find me Blindly the doctors and the nurses passed by me Another black baby, probably in jail by 19 Never could they guess what the future had in store Growing up with the bravery of a matador Basically couldn't ask for more, from my parents I always had support That's more than what others could've imagined so I used it to my advantage Pushed my music out through the internet, had a couple homies that were feelin' it Had to go independent 'cause these wack label heads think I'm joking But I meant it, never outspoken, a pretty humble dude Avoided trouble too, but it always seemed to follow me Even when I'm juking left to right like I was slaloming Honestly, I just wanna make an impact on music and reduce the unnecessary like Slim Fast I'm bringing hip hop back to life, you can call me a stimpack The Th3rd: My s***'s below sea level, way past underground From the roots, organic to the pound Man, these 52 weeks, 300-something days Brought the stress and the best out of n****'s see the rage Bulls*** on parade, but I'm marching with the truth Put my eyes on the city, see the snow covered roofs Now you know I'm back home, skinny bones reside In my soul, hormones man, life's a ride No airbags, and you can motherf*** a seatbelt No steering wheel, destination dodge Hell But the horror's just a tease to get your juices flowing Put your skull to good use and get your ears open Personify the young black youth and all the motions I keep it in my head, use it 'til my last moment That's why they give me beats to euthanize and keep going But what we do is all peace, EQ the beat up and send it to the streets, I'm out

I bring Jamaican heat, 96 degrees in the shade Fahrenheit not centigrade, my rhymes are fresher than Glade Or maybe Febreeze, tricks up my sleeve, begging me please To show some mercy on the mic and leave the beat in one piece I got the streets on a leash, I am so underground I ain't gotta move the pounds, I got you moving to the sound, what College kid mentality, lyrical fatality Rappers in my face, acting like they wanna battle me I got reggae roots, I just happen to rap Even Bob Marley's kids got hip hop on their tracks You slip slop in your raps, while thinking nobody notices My flow is unpredictable, hittin' ya in ya noseses The chosen kid is Nawlij, knowledge is power Hours of college classes give thoughts and raps that devour The boss is back and I'll shower my greatness in your faces don't be sour Realize the game is mine for the taking, what I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be Man it's insane how these lyrics are bangin' your brains Bag the remains and drag them from the back of a train Rappers they're slain when they catch a glance of ya mayne No prescription, I'm addictive like crack in ya veins No, I am not a gangsta, I am not here to kill ya My fashion sense is not flashy but my lyrics will sting ya I come from a pack of activist rappers who have a passion for lashing out magic adjectives casually through ya speakers Your running outta time, and running outta rhymes You got nothing to say, you're something like a mime I'm not bluffing or fake, I'm nothing like a lie Y'all got no future like organized crime And I'm holding my shine, sorta like a lightbulb Y'all lost in the night(Knight), sort like Michael It's a cycle, kinda hyper While I'm getting smarter, y'all gettin' trifler Now bring it right back, bet you didn't catch everything in that rap Let me slow it down for you, my words got weight, 'bout a pound or two Y'all must be high like the sounds of flutes, go deal with your munchies, chow on food I feel like some of y'all don't know what music is so you better get used to this I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be

Nawlij: This is the beginning, there will be no ending So if you were hoping for a happy one then stop pretending Wake up! Just because you can dream, don't make you the next Martin Luther King These rappers delusional, they must be trippin' off that fungus But I don't need no shrooms to blow up like Nintendo plumbers Dumb ones tell me that my raps are too fast My vocabulary goes over their heads, they can't catch Lyricism can't match the way that I blast past You stay saying you're the s*** but all you do is pass gass Honestly, I'm not just in it for the broccoli I pull out my pen and pad and Hiroshima bomb a beat I got bigger shoes to fill, kinda like Obama's feet Little kids in every ghetto smoking on that chronic weed It's a vicious cycle, instead of reading books they're filling rifles They feel they have no hope so those the people that I write for I turn on my radio every day to listen to the love of my life slowly fade away If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say? I'm waiting for you Over the years the quality has done nothing but degrade The ones in the spotlight deserve to be in the shade If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say? I'm waiting for you Ganso: Whatever happened to the storyteller era, the quick wit, rhymes sharper than a sword bearer Not simple written metaphors and one liners That people won't remember like short term memory loss For dumb rhymers, poorly written raps that even they themselves consider crap But we continue on as if we wanna listen to that So I just blast the old school, waiting for the return like Jafar 'cause those chumps Truly left a mark, they truly left a scar It's funny how we always relate though there are A level so far no space ships or alien s*** Just the real essence of hip hop leaking out of every borough When the song was over we quickly hit rewind Just admiring the true alignment of the stars But now intelligence is out, how f***in' bizzare Rappers today will never come close, no cigar Nawlij: I turn on my radio every day to listen to the love of my life slowly fade away If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say? I'm waiting for you Over the years the quality has done nothing but degrade The ones in the spotlight deserve to be in the shade If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say? I'm waiting for you Don't contaminate my flow son, this is my art I spit it from the start to finish, I empty my heart Hip hop energy runs swift through my soul My verse could drive from MD to NY and never have to pay toll The 301 is my home, but don't jump the gun My music is about where I'm going and not where I'm from Not about who I am, but what I'm 'boutta become Most rappers mentalities never rise out of the slums But there's the difference, you ain't got it so you're trickin' I'm just trying to make an honest living talking to the rhythm Some call it poetry and some call it spittin' But at the end of the day it's what the industry is missin' Man, hip hop I really, really miss you It's a shame how you've been misused by those who have no back bones Soon enough I'll have my raps known And I'll be waiting right here for you to come back home I turn on my radio every day to listen to the love of my life slowly fade away If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say? I'm waiting for you Over the years the quality has done nothing but degrade The ones in the spotlight deserve to be in the shade If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say? I'm waiting for you