Why we travel down the road to destruction Why we live to malfunction Why we blind to errors of those that come before us Why we figure it's better to die rich and have our family fueding When we could live life to the fullest Why emcees get overlooked when they spit the prolific Exhibiting their truly gifted and the lame flourish for lack of interception I'd like to take the opportunity to interject here I'm fed I'm bout dead peace to my baby girl for puttin me up on OkayPlayer I got the spot to blow let you these wacked cats know The time of wreckoning nearing I hooked up wit Chase Miles You really need to wait for it Then run for the hills and hide button down the hatches Cause I'm spittin wit monsoon force it's verbal psunammi I been held back to long and I really don't think that there's damned thing to stop I bombed out in college but the rhymes is a constant We created by God with a purpose Mine relay my thoughts through words to scru your face up Utterly amazed I catch you don't even look like What an emcee look like close your eyes and just listen Well read for a minute feel the soul in the passage I got from then to now stickin to the same thing If it ain't broke then what you think you fixing I can it do it all from inception to mixing So to anybody think they bitchin take time and rethink it The definition of Noog is No One Greater
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
2. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
My passages pulverizing like packaderms Lessons learned can come the most unlikely sources The opening of closed doors serve as reminders of blessings I'm deeper than the ocean floor Heads need to get in the know I'm still lost like my youth Or my daughters recent baby tooth I'm trying to find my way to mecca And stay droppin these verses that's certified bangers My biggest challenge finding beats that mesh It's like a tb test did that bump up yet I'm like the fridge light when I rhyme right How you gonna see the point if you close minded We keep pushin like a whip on E Keep flowing like an mc Noog that's me This is just exercise calistenics Verbal jumpin jacks and a one and a two and a You can even bite it to get to the center Self reliant but the owner be the client When I spill over relic science My rhymes and beats form an alliance wonder twin powers The competition like arch enemies sent to the stalag You wishing for the ending but this more like the prologue Stop your blodcot crying the keyboard gettin water logged I'm at the end of my reps We'll pick up tomorrow and get at it again
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
3. "RE: I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 2
keep lettin go the release always creates another Release
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
4. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 2
I'm still the most the inquizative Wondering when I'm a get my due I'm tired of waiting My poison pen trumps any preventative measures Ya nah want test get fruss from the soundboy killin Noog the invincible plus what I been through Make it hard to see how failing in my future I'm excersing my mind okplayer is the gym And these should be regarded by readers as gems Recite it like a hymn spit it like phlem And if the wrong one claim it you'll it won't them Come up in the dance wit the gunja wreakin The type of dude that that try to get inside the speaker Me and beats like shoes and feet I make it fit like skinny jeans on a phat chick I can only breath classics I'm funky like a cheese wheel You can't fathom the depths of what I make you feel I crave that perfect rhyme that makes you take notice Noog get you open like new foreign owned businesses But at the same time shut you down like a Pete Rock Remix I'm sicker than the H1N1 you can predict the outcome It's fatal for emcee that ain't been innoculated Clear your throat check the lines I'm offering Accept it like tithes 10 percent of full my full strength I ain't got time for the fuckry I can only give you what I got consider yourself lucky We targeting the the tumor hip hop got cancer I'm using old techniques to conquer the outbreak It ain't hard to tell by the rhymes I'm displaying I come to take over like the sun when it's raining Noog consider me a veteran I'm a inhale and let this one settle in...
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
5. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 4
I spit enough bars to propel me Trenton to Flagstaff And you don't know half of the half I got juice by the caraf I'm the chosen Call me the flame thrower the wait time over Noog the incredible played at loud decibles We don't play games we crush like compactors Decades come and gone still got the x factor I told you a long time ago I'll die chasin pleasure Music like my drug of choice I fiend for mics While the world brain turn to mush we crave light It's no pressure when the beat on it's pure magic Step outside of myself pull up a cloud and watch watch what happens Pick up your face I think it's time you pay attention Life more than money and jewels car and women Examine yourself and see the position that you in We live like there will always be tomorrow But that stray or that runaway train or highjack plane Sorry your cancer's incureable we seem less durable So we live for the moment stop procrastinating Do today what you should have done yesterday Never stop dreaming cause successes are dreams fulfilled So if you stop dreaming you destined for failure Don't forget to give thanks to who made you And remember that only Jesus can save you
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
6. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 5
I came but I'm guaranteed to leave So while I'm here I might as well spit til my time cease Some of us are blessed with common sense Of my many blessing the greatest one is being purely poetic I'm the poster child for school music The one thing that was constant I had to scratch that itch to find beats and rhymes that fit Drop it like a hot pot you should of had your oven mit Now imagine what the mic like when I'm done wit it The bars like boullion they heavy as demolition debris Emcee minus the degree but still remain worldly Susinct and to the point try not to be too wordy I'm the lost one I'm too far gone The music ain't an option it's standard to my makeup I'm thinkin soon as I wake up we got to have goals Keep my son off them streets and my daughter off the pole So the rhymes that I write are purely from the soul Wit the seconds I control I expell classics in the present Play them years from now and they will still sound relevant The delivery be elegant enunciated to be cleared Ya na need no mush mouth understand me ya hear I pray for reign but not cause I'm seeking power It's so at least we have a chance at some alternative music We all have time so we should use it The wacked become basic cause it's just the paper that they chasing That's the reason young cats be put on They easy to persuade and get used like pawn Like you can make more money talk about drugs and guns Cause we all know in the hood they abandon their sons And the little girls learn how to dress from watchin videos So they shorts show off their booty it got to be right cause it's all over the tv It got to be more to the music than how these cats doing it
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
7. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
I breath deep inhale life is stress I quest for immortality while I'm exhaling The result of insults to my intelligence I blast like dirty cops That get short changed in the shake down The greed will succomb once the bullet gets discharged Walking the path of circumstances it's default We don't want to hurt you said them niggas from the bullhorn The tear gas can't compare to the loss of a child Murdered in the street like where is the justice I ain't got a clue so I wouldn't make a good detective Give it to me clear and plain waiting for the end of pain Vicodine and scotch could easily cause your heart to stop Channeled energy like live and direct I crave respect So I key like a scorned chick wit a cell pic Run the hurdles like I'm back peddling Looking in your face while I navigate the stumbling blocks You got to get up pretty early or you'll be sleepin a long time Cause the early bird be downing the tequila Depression be deep when I miss my peeps Wish they could be here when I make my assension The game need a figurehead killin wit my pen again The lines could draw blood cause they spit like razors Grab my cloak and dagger the emcee bagger I'm fed with these weak rappers they need more seasoning I won't stop til I'm revered Cause the damage I could I do is dispensed through ya ear Noog is worse than any addict I'm itching You don't even want to tangle with mangler crush it I got more heat than ya deepest tropic getaway I feel a little relieved I think that'll be it for today
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
8. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
Thanks for the wake up call The clothes down to my draws The hot water the soap The toothbrush and paste The alarm clock so I won't be late The whip the safe journey The job my family and friends Sustaining my life so I can try again Wisdom and grace for mercy ever abundant For giving me the talent of being poetic Giving me struggle to make me better For the haters cause they only make me stronger I'm still trying and the point is I ain't give up For loving me through my fault meeting my needs When I'm dead broke and bills due You give me money Food to eat when I'm starving You never leave me hungry When I'm thirsty You the one that give me something to drink So I use this to say thank you for everything I know You hear it if I just whisper In Jesus name I pray Amen
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
9. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
I'm so full of myself I tip the scale at a ton When the mic in my hand I'm bright as the sun The beat blessed I aleviate the stress I run like hose defeat foes strive for most hated I rant and rave when the music the issue I rather point a pistol at your head If the rhymes don't convince you Pass the bowl put 4 minutes on the clock And the 7 minute drill get it whole thing shut down Verses in the mix like a long island I rip it from heartbeat to the bay from LA to miami influtrating the main stream The worst nightmare you don't really want to sleep cause I hit your slumber make it hard to forget You'll be dreaming like Vanessa Williams Til it shake you make you wake up You'll be damn Noog the emcee is no f'ing joke Stand toe to toe and choke punchlines get poked Why you come so weak I drop bombs like fleets And all I really want is to be recognized So I guess that's why I spit money rhymes Cause material things will pass but not knowledge Who really the best I ain't heard my name mentioned And that's gonna change sure as breaking a 20 MCs just too young they ain't got nothing for me So they can have that fantasy I keep it 100 My wife told me this a hobby til I make money from it So I stay on the grind and the axe is sharp And when I drop it watch your neck this will take your head off
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
10. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
Turn the page who it be Noog the emcee Who got the motts by the truck load I need to let go This exercise for the flow so When you read this leave it to imagination The beats compound it raise it exponentially You'll get it eventually I something else I been had the mother load stock piled And it was all in the mind Rewind and check it birthplace the heartbeat Became the east coast runner ct to va Trying to get a little knowledge played the roll went to college But that it really wont for me I wanted to emcee So when i should i been in the studio I'm trying to convince mom dukes She ain't understand the gift I had To waste is sin so I seek forgiveness I stay writing rhymes to serve as some redemption In the booth I let loose the cage animal It's dangerous please do not feed the beast You might lose an apendage don't get to close to the speaker The savage grab the mic and it's magic It's over for cats that think they tame the jackal The bite to the bone the skill sharp as razors A gapin hole left where your heart be You don't stand a change against N double O g
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
11. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
What's water if it ain't wet What's a hot track if an emcee ain't spittin on it When the clock strike 12 and you ain't even close to your destination Are you ready for what's about to happen I vow to keep striving on the quest Til I lose my voice or I go deaf I got a one track mind spoiled to the core Don't even seem like reality no more Unless my thinking is skewed Til I get on the positive side of rocbattle my face will stay screwed I'm lost in the judging seem like honest Don't mean nothing cause they seem to be lying How you really loop a sample and it's hot I'm amazed by the comments I'm guess I'm a sore loser but at least that's being honest This must be some new but I'm from the old school So I can't relate to what these kids do Every dog has it's day and I pray my day raining Thunder and lighting preceed my arrival Step in the booth feelin homicidal And tracks become victims 16 shots at a time Use the hook to reload then I'm back to the killin It's nothing to a person that spent most of their life doing it All we really want is a chance to shine Some do it in other ways I want my shine from my rhymes When the so called best get figured as frauds I'll still have the true heads sayin go Noog It's quality over quantity it's only takes one So when it finally drop that's when I'll know that it's done
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
13. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
I got issues wit my dysfunctional family Love my moms to death but sometime I be wondering If that love is mirrored yeah yeah I know she tell me But if actions speak louder than words I think I need therapy Cause it just don't seem like it be about me I guess I'm selfish though but ain't that only children be My peoples tell that I'm rotten bad to the core I just want what I want when I want it but don't everyone This mic be my soulmate I deal wit the hate Cause so few can relate cause I'm real when I speak Life ain't sweet money ain't abundant and I'm tired of working I ain't even got a house yet Credit in the tank so I smokin dank thinking This a bad dream and I know I'm gonna wake up But when I do I'm thankful I'm still breathin And realize it what it is so I gotta keep pushin Patience is rewarded so we gone stay waiting I know my time coming like death is assured And what they gonna say when I cop the Azure The boy finally finished the quest that he started The man now stands totally triumphant But I'd rather hear the words of my mom dukes I should have known you knew what you were doing I'm so proud of you you makin that music special for the people I hope my dad looking down on me smilin Wish I had known him while he was living But I guess some things happen to give us character And the other side of any story has a chance to shatter us I'm filled to the brim and I apologize for the depth It's just my heart feelin heavy and I need to release I only speak best in poetics and this is purely for calisthenics Keep the mind sharp as a scaple To disect to the root of the problem I could keep going but I feel this rather long winded...
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
14. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
I chuckle at the state of my art form I'm wondering how half these cats even got on Is it the politics cause skills ain't evident I'm thinkin a pretty face something for the itchbays I'm not pretty but my lyrics could make you so wet And if your brain a sponge I just hope it super absorbant I be cringing cause it seem so redundant It's so dead that the stinch in the air is repugnant Then I read some ancient architecture from my hard drive And wonder if I was on the scene would I be in the limelight It's true I'm a recluse the lab is my refuge Countless hours spent writing and composing I know it been a long time but think of it as a formula Why inject it if it's flawed then what would be the point I want it to make a difference cure what ails Cause the way it looks to me hip hop suffering from the wacked flu Autotune the new drug and cats is overdosing I know it probably don't matter but thanks Mr. Carter It nice to know somebody share your thinking Nah nah nah nah hey hey bang that Noog Please get the message step up your effort Cause the hammer bout to drop on the avil to straighten it out And it won't let up til it's back like it started It's like how you even mention the greats as influence Cause it don't sound nothing like what they doing The lyrics too repetitive subject matter like carbons They should throw away them blueprints and start all over Let's errect a project that skills are the foundation
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
15. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
When it's all said and over wit I hope they still be saying he was one of the hottest I been sittin on the nest like horton It's time to hatch the project No time like the present I'm sure it top notch and The current state of the game is so wacked It's like they beating a dead horse Thinkin they winnin the derby They lost me a while ago skills so minimal It's like they spit that they spittin should be considered criminal Ain't no grand standing in court they in contempt If I be the judge then most of these cats should be convicted Of fraud making false statements and impersonation All that thuggin so extra and really show your limitation Cause you so one sided stuck up in the box It's funny you sittin on top but talk about the bottom Make a record how you sold dope but tell the kids stay in school You know they live by example not do as I say not as I do I think a lot of these cats need to get a clue Folks looking to get rich quick I mean they looking at you So if you tell em I'm a hustler then they gone be a hustler If you be like I got guns they gone try to get one But you say it entertaiment when some fuckry go amiss A stampede kill 13 cause one of them dummies pulled a piece At least be responsible how you love your hood When you what you speaking getting nigga cracked out and dead in their hoods Man to hustle not glamourous the results not pretty And the ends don't justify the means it's killin our cities What you gonna tell that momma when her child laying dead in the street And the kid that did said he trying to be like his favorite emcee
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
16. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
This just another day to be thankful for I write with deep conviction and crush the competiton You can't really think it would ease by any stretch of the imagination This so natural it could be used a laxative Stop wit the fuckry you need to acknowlege and embrace me An emcee this good is about longevity Not a flash in the pan won't dummy down to sell a cd It's always the same way you can call me consistency No game player this serious I'm destined for the high score I want to be filthy and you not even know it Cause greed breed contempt and I ain't even trippin But go head and think you cute be in a pine box in your going to church suit I'm so unpredictable wit the mic in a my clinched fist It's like I'm holding lightning pray you don't get hit It's like it's raining when the beat loop and I'm feelin it The bars get tallied using an alogorhythm we past the abacus The complex context content timelessly relevant I could spit a hot line now and it'd still me smokin in a decade It's so far fetched to think that Noog will subside I'm conviced I'll still be heard long after I've said goodbyes My fuel is passion music can make it happen I do it from my soul so it's an uncontrolled experiment It's all good watch my smoke when I roll It'll take more to stop my flow than some b.s'in a hole
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
17. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
Some pray for water in droughts I pray for reign in this bout Now what I'm talking about Just pay attention Game recognize game spit feel spit I'm becoming more analytical Tryin to find the key that fit You could never be a master if you fail as a student And learning a life long process So the art of mastering studies is what sets you apart Which causes me to wonder how the ill niggas get passed over And the corny cats flourish is it a case of sabotage When the deepness is replaced wit cheap imitation they lack nutrients My man hooked wit food for thought it was better than a fish sandwich It was a Youtube clip with them cats from Slum Village I gave me that inspiration to keep doin what I does Cause in the end if I keep going I'll cross the finish line And I when I raise my arms I'll be triumphant and victorious The conversationalist the power of words speak it into existence My dreams and visions cast light on the dark knight swordsman I defeat and crush wit enough rhymes to battle anyone But to battle now is pointless skill so diminished I could tie your tongue wit one sentence Jab a jaw cause security to go for their walkie talkie But jaw a jab and have cats fruss enough to concede as champion Why you even play I got enough competition in my pinky To stump Rodin's greatest creation holla at me
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
18. "RE: I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
Words from the desk of the ominious The black out the wait if you want to This the calm before the storm We got a mix tape due out Then once we bash you in the skull wit the new stuff We gonna come back and hit you repetitive O.D. on a sedative eyes wide shut And we been had the goods but you ain't never been ready I guess it got to be done If we keep waiting on y'all it will never happen So I feel it's time to let the plunger drop Blow the thing to smitherines We not responsible for the fiends But we got the supply to dope a nation I'm talking coast to coast whatever you need You can count on scruface music Out of the ordinary unconventional Not to be confused cause we don't sound like no other Noog find me an emcee greater And we can take it to the toe to toe See who get the more hos and twisted faces That's our whole mission pay attention This that make a super model look like she swallowed a minnow You ain't got a chance tanglin wit jabber jaw Keep the hate to yourself cause a diss would look stupid Good still good no matter how you cut it And if you cut me to the bone I'd still rhyme better than you thought
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
19. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
Patience produces fire I'm constantly concocting The combination of beats and rhymes cause a chemical reaction I never see the ending til I'm permanently checkin my eyelids And since tomorrow never promised this a daily operation I crave for acceptance but I was before my time decades ago Now I'm trying to figure out an excuse they could give me so Is it too raw thinking a freeze will make you od Turn you into fiend for the N double O g I can empathize cause basically I realize Life can be a trip when you so absorbed by one thing I apologize but my fingers crossed behind my back Hi I'm Pinnochio and this music like crack I know you want to try it I am peer pressure you ain't cool if you don't listen Everybody else is and you the only one who ain't fittin in Try it just a hook and I'm sure you'll want a verse Then the hook and another verse hook and another verse I got you scouring the internet looking for that next hit Or you could just go to facebook and become a fan of it Let the world know that you know exactly what you know That Noog is that beast that do damage to beats The flow like immaculate conception I write in a trance And my man play it back I'm like did I do that But I'm cooler than Erkle bang hard enough to give you whiplash It don't really stop when you been hit wit that ScruFace
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
20. "I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
The spit a rific the need for statistics I know you feel like it's curtains when the illest speaketh I'm peaking and reaking y'all got to be smellin it I been grinding too long not to be razor sharp Swing them lyrics like a long axe chop clean thru your vertibra What you think about it huh Now you got some questions what Didn't think Noog had that crack in the repitoire Should had the scoop first now the litter box done Cause I'm type pissed I been waiting for my just I'm hungry so I'm canibalistic Beats my favorite delicacy they so finger licking Lyrics be so juicy leave the speakers wet And dj's get drinched straight out their headset You need to drop a bomb and you ain't did it yet Cause this the type of flow that get the ho's spillin out the heads They feel that like jabs and hooks to they skull piece Noog on the mic is a problem for anybody that think they could get me I'm unrelentless so truly gifted wit this Lost in a trance so it's blessed when I pen this Please don't get it confused I'm unfinished I only pause you can try to digest it Cause if I gave it to you all at once you might choke Shakin like a dope fiend o.d. off Noog that's all she wrote
"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"
21. "RE: I needed to let go for a minute..." In response to Reply # 0
I haven't read thru this "whole" thread ... but what I've read is kinda nice --
Allow me to take the time to WELCOME you ... and also ... to suggest that you post separate threads periodically, so we can read and enjoy your work in small bites/bytes ... instead of havin' to swallow the WHOLE thing in ONE sitting, yaknow? -- (considering you're new and all)
I have a feeling you like looking at your work ... posted on this board ... and I ain't mad atcha for that, cuz it is somewhat impressive.
...but feel free to start a NEW thread for reading consideration.
and again ...
(WELCOME)
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥