N•I•P by J. Ikenna Lyrics
[Verse 1: FBP]
(Ball so hard) Swear its easy. Im Waltripping, it's Swayze
(Ball so hard) At 42 degrees, my team's steaming, no flame on
(Ball so hard) Go tell Mac Miller, I'm Donald Trumping, I'm Too Paaaaid
(Ball so hard) I'm black. I'm rich. Illuminati said all I need's fame
So I'm getting it
I'm getting it
I'm riding round and I'm getting it
I'm 1 Chainz in my city
I'm No Chainz in your city
I'm in a League of Legends
Ok, ain't nobody messing with my (clickclickclickclick)
Doper than the Oxycotin & Ecstasy
Understandably
I'm the O.N.E
So as Neo with no equal facing feeble, Keeble looking, uhhh, people
I don't hear, see, speak evil just the root it institutes
Constitutes, best believe I'm getting guap
Fore I drop, I'll crop all your heads out of Hip-Hop
BP, don't get gassed up, the VP of versatile verses, cold hearses, no rehearses, cut curses, still dopeness, flow perfect, you're worth less than worthless:
So whyyoumad.jpg? Cause I'm in Who's House?
(Coog's House!)
And my old shoes say CR, but recreationally, I'm the Czar
Fade the Caesar if the loud speaker don't cease
We can keep the peace or we can piece the fleece
4 bullets, 2 gats, sure to wet your back
And you have you deported to where a hospitals at
Popped a 'Zona, I'm sweatin'!
Popped a 'Zona, I'm sweatin'!
Momma always told me:
"Don't have cookies for breakfast."
But I always did cause it's thug life that live
Bro, it's the thug life that I know
This how the thug life of P go. Peep:
The flow terrorist kills by the flick of the wrist
Insist that lyricist that exists consist of this:
A lisp
Whip clip in ink pen, retrieve ten words preserved by memory
Hankering for the end of the
Enemy, hand me the ivory wine, I'm
Toasting to the tip top, slip not, or might as well go place your head inside a slip knot while you kick rocks, while I'm....
Riding with four locos with four lokos sipping cocoa
Mis hermosos y basquetbol till we pop ball, pop balls, or we ball out
Well it all depends on the ends of my mens when it ends & begins
But enough about them, back to P and how he be
Like the best
With immaculate glow
Attacking the foe by hacking him slow
Eenie meenie mine moe
Hits that be stone cold
Sting hotter than Austin
Ain't you know that P's awesome?
The O.N.I.T.Y.M.C
A. Boy, Calm Down, Ease. Flapjack Got Here
Agh, I think I chipped a tooth
But here's a little small thing called a truth
To all these Mehki Pheifers I'm the living breathing proof that you'll run 8 miles and back just to get ripped out the booth
Wait a minute
Flow was
Just hot
Now it's
So cold
It must be
From Houston
[Bridge]
[Verse 2: J.]
College life ain't no joke
Only classics I listen to are called baroque
Only commercials I watch: "Need Cash Now."
And my wallet's so thirsty, it needs a cash cow
And thinking "well how?" when employers ain't hiring
Jobs outsourcing, no freezes on firing
No silk pillow so this life does get tiring
And I'm Mitchellen man tired
Graveyard Shift tired
Forget Shaun T it's 4 o'clock in the morn tired
So I take this little fire I acquired from desires to aspire to be greater than life through the right of a writer
And focus it and noticed this:
Somehow written words can make people listen
Now while I'm balanced on this steeple
Let me be Evel Knievel and stunt on some of these people
Dropped four racks on my new place
Bout to drop eight on my Alta mater
Just to learn that the phrase a grand is the correct way to name a thousand dollars
Starting to seem like the government doesn't want the kids to become smarter
You let these republicans have their way, Einstein's going be our next martyr
[FBP]
But wait a minute
Rapping that?
You can't blow up
Flex bomb
Rap swag. Gucci rag
Go hard
Magic Mike
[J]
No homo
The pope bro
[FBP]
All pedo?
[J]
No hope nooo
What is this holy world coming to when you don't practice what the hell you preach?
Getting sidetracked on what I speak
Soon returning to braggadocio
At my show: 2 white guys and 5 Hispanics behind me
Its like even when I'm rapping I'm the token blackie
Should be toking blacks while going back to back as I go take
Some yak sips with a half a gram lit
But unfortunately, by unpopular demand, I'm not stereotypical
[FBP]
You're just rapping man
[J.]
So bump that while you bump this
I'll blow like bong rips and flow like Dom sips
All these other artists are quite stupid
Just finished eating 80 of them and Im fool-ish
I don't know what y'all thinking, I'm like Rihanna on the weekend
I'm the petty officer yelling mahalo mutha-
As the modern-day pops: Chief Queef
(BANG BANG. BANG BANG. BANG BANG.)
Ain't from the school of hard knocks but id run that mug like Señor Chang
Joking I'd probably be Ferris Bueller
And truth be told, a little less cooler
Cause truth is, I'm not like that
Have only snapped backs of snapbacks
Only tattoos get scratched liked a DJ and drowned quick
See Many men aren't genuine cause we all got our Differences
The crowd yells out YOLO now, in two years, white collars for businesses
14 looked like identity theft, 17 looks like teen vogue found it
But like Dudley, when it comes to setting my own path, best believe I'm mounted
Point is, I don't know
Like the yes-men. The ones I need more
Of man, lost my goal with this track, wait oh, yeah
Doubt clouding my thoughts, voices still on repeat
You can't see my ventricles, but here you hear my heart beat
Fear as I progress, you may hear it as I come forward
You can't afford my drive, so I progress on my own accord
[Outro]
WTTC
My heart and soul as my muse
My life and pain as my muse
I hope that you are amused
The pen I hold as my light
The pad presented my path
Portions of me I gladly have grafted
So in this medium, its entrapped
WTTC
My heart and soul as my muse
My life and pain as my muse
I hope that you are amused
Music is my drug
Poetry in my veins
A young "shy kid" titled by birth
So buried thoughts must be unearthed
WTTC
My heart and soul as my muse
My life and pain as my muse
I hope that you aren't amused...
(Ball so hard) Swear its easy. Im Waltripping, it's Swayze
(Ball so hard) At 42 degrees, my team's steaming, no flame on
(Ball so hard) Go tell Mac Miller, I'm Donald Trumping, I'm Too Paaaaid
(Ball so hard) I'm black. I'm rich. Illuminati said all I need's fame
So I'm getting it
I'm getting it
I'm riding round and I'm getting it
I'm 1 Chainz in my city
I'm No Chainz in your city
I'm in a League of Legends
Ok, ain't nobody messing with my (clickclickclickclick)
Doper than the Oxycotin & Ecstasy
Understandably
I'm the O.N.E
So as Neo with no equal facing feeble, Keeble looking, uhhh, people
I don't hear, see, speak evil just the root it institutes
Constitutes, best believe I'm getting guap
Fore I drop, I'll crop all your heads out of Hip-Hop
BP, don't get gassed up, the VP of versatile verses, cold hearses, no rehearses, cut curses, still dopeness, flow perfect, you're worth less than worthless:
So whyyoumad.jpg? Cause I'm in Who's House?
(Coog's House!)
And my old shoes say CR, but recreationally, I'm the Czar
Fade the Caesar if the loud speaker don't cease
We can keep the peace or we can piece the fleece
4 bullets, 2 gats, sure to wet your back
And you have you deported to where a hospitals at
Popped a 'Zona, I'm sweatin'!
Popped a 'Zona, I'm sweatin'!
Momma always told me:
"Don't have cookies for breakfast."
But I always did cause it's thug life that live
Bro, it's the thug life that I know
This how the thug life of P go. Peep:
The flow terrorist kills by the flick of the wrist
Insist that lyricist that exists consist of this:
A lisp
Whip clip in ink pen, retrieve ten words preserved by memory
Hankering for the end of the
Enemy, hand me the ivory wine, I'm
Toasting to the tip top, slip not, or might as well go place your head inside a slip knot while you kick rocks, while I'm....
Riding with four locos with four lokos sipping cocoa
Mis hermosos y basquetbol till we pop ball, pop balls, or we ball out
Well it all depends on the ends of my mens when it ends & begins
But enough about them, back to P and how he be
Like the best
With immaculate glow
Attacking the foe by hacking him slow
Eenie meenie mine moe
Hits that be stone cold
Sting hotter than Austin
Ain't you know that P's awesome?
The O.N.I.T.Y.M.C
A. Boy, Calm Down, Ease. Flapjack Got Here
Agh, I think I chipped a tooth
But here's a little small thing called a truth
To all these Mehki Pheifers I'm the living breathing proof that you'll run 8 miles and back just to get ripped out the booth
Wait a minute
Flow was
Just hot
Now it's
So cold
It must be
From Houston
[Bridge]
[Verse 2: J.]
College life ain't no joke
Only classics I listen to are called baroque
Only commercials I watch: "Need Cash Now."
And my wallet's so thirsty, it needs a cash cow
And thinking "well how?" when employers ain't hiring
Jobs outsourcing, no freezes on firing
No silk pillow so this life does get tiring
And I'm Mitchellen man tired
Graveyard Shift tired
Forget Shaun T it's 4 o'clock in the morn tired
So I take this little fire I acquired from desires to aspire to be greater than life through the right of a writer
And focus it and noticed this:
Somehow written words can make people listen
Now while I'm balanced on this steeple
Let me be Evel Knievel and stunt on some of these people
Dropped four racks on my new place
Bout to drop eight on my Alta mater
Just to learn that the phrase a grand is the correct way to name a thousand dollars
Starting to seem like the government doesn't want the kids to become smarter
You let these republicans have their way, Einstein's going be our next martyr
[FBP]
But wait a minute
Rapping that?
You can't blow up
Flex bomb
Rap swag. Gucci rag
Go hard
Magic Mike
[J]
No homo
The pope bro
[FBP]
All pedo?
[J]
No hope nooo
What is this holy world coming to when you don't practice what the hell you preach?
Getting sidetracked on what I speak
Soon returning to braggadocio
At my show: 2 white guys and 5 Hispanics behind me
Its like even when I'm rapping I'm the token blackie
Should be toking blacks while going back to back as I go take
Some yak sips with a half a gram lit
But unfortunately, by unpopular demand, I'm not stereotypical
[FBP]
You're just rapping man
[J.]
So bump that while you bump this
I'll blow like bong rips and flow like Dom sips
All these other artists are quite stupid
Just finished eating 80 of them and Im fool-ish
I don't know what y'all thinking, I'm like Rihanna on the weekend
I'm the petty officer yelling mahalo mutha-
As the modern-day pops: Chief Queef
(BANG BANG. BANG BANG. BANG BANG.)
Ain't from the school of hard knocks but id run that mug like Señor Chang
Joking I'd probably be Ferris Bueller
And truth be told, a little less cooler
Cause truth is, I'm not like that
Have only snapped backs of snapbacks
Only tattoos get scratched liked a DJ and drowned quick
See Many men aren't genuine cause we all got our Differences
The crowd yells out YOLO now, in two years, white collars for businesses
14 looked like identity theft, 17 looks like teen vogue found it
But like Dudley, when it comes to setting my own path, best believe I'm mounted
Point is, I don't know
Like the yes-men. The ones I need more
Of man, lost my goal with this track, wait oh, yeah
Doubt clouding my thoughts, voices still on repeat
You can't see my ventricles, but here you hear my heart beat
Fear as I progress, you may hear it as I come forward
You can't afford my drive, so I progress on my own accord
[Outro]
WTTC
My heart and soul as my muse
My life and pain as my muse
I hope that you are amused
The pen I hold as my light
The pad presented my path
Portions of me I gladly have grafted
So in this medium, its entrapped
WTTC
My heart and soul as my muse
My life and pain as my muse
I hope that you are amused
Music is my drug
Poetry in my veins
A young "shy kid" titled by birth
So buried thoughts must be unearthed
WTTC
My heart and soul as my muse
My life and pain as my muse
I hope that you aren't amused...