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
Nawlij (born Ian Harvey II) is a 22-year-old rapper/producer from Maryland. He has been featured on XXL Magazine’s website
as well as German hip-hop magazine, Wildstyle. He is currently working on Life Sounds Vol. 2 and is preparing the release of his first EP, Behind The Mind, for spring 2013. He is preparing to start touring the east coast by summer 2013....more