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Beautiful Loser

by Awon

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1.
Intro 00:57
2.
Misery 03:32
Misery Yeah/ Yeah I’m here left alone in my misery I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me Everybody who hear my shit be feelin’ me The longer it takes to get a brake its killin’ me I’m tryin to get direct connects like Nextel I’ll like to work my way on the double XL If I don’t sound like everybody else I won’t sell I tell them fake record execs go to hell I’m from where God’s tears are my raindrops My people on heroine to make the pain stop Everybody ride the bus get on at the same stop For teen pregnancy they give the chicks the same shot It only make they ass fatter so they fuck more Momma don’t educated them so they still fuck raw Now babies having babies they get younger and younger Replacing all my niggas who die every summer Now you understand my hunger and thirst In broad daylight guns burst taking all the young first Now I’m drowning in this Hennessy bottle waiting my turn To be with God, but then no ones concerned I’m here left alone in my misery I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me Everybody who hear my shit be feelin’ me The longer it takes to get a brake its killin’ me I’m here left alone in my misery I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me Everybody who hear my shit be feelin’ me The longer it takes to get a brake its killin’ me It’s only a matter of time before I pull a Shyne Clock about 9 to 15 I’m dying to get cream Champagne and caviar dreams Make niggas put the mic down and carry out schemes Positive over negative is the right way Sometimes you gotta flip it do it the life way Most of my niggas chose to live in a cage Cause you can’t push a 6 on minimum wage Yet they want to put limits on a black mans life Caught a felony so they took my civil rights All I got is one mic and community knowledge From the block and some classes in community college Life stresses pulls on my heart and my dome Some I’m writing these Psalms And jotting down poems With a pimps blood, hustler’s swagger, and killer’s mind And a sick vocab giving birth to iller rhymes I’m here left alone in my misery I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me Everybody who hear my shit be feelin’ me The longer it takes to get a brake its killin’ me I’m here left alone in my misery I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me Everybody who hear my shit be feelin’ me The longer it takes to get a brake its killin’ me The streets watching me and my eyes on the block Niggas want to see me knocked Or they want to see me shot I rather pick up the mic and rock instead of whippin up blocks To shut down the spot I’m the hustle brains plus muscle Different day same struggle watch the young boy bubble Like alka seltzer if I have to melt ya It was cause I’m provoked cause I’m so dope And niggas ain’t hearing me the game is going through a change And it seems to be more of a conspiracy Yall niggas get so emotional You need hugs You RnB thugs and I ain’t sweating you metro sexuals I still show niggas what that tech will do I’m trying to have a debut like Snoop Bring it I will crush every nigga in ya group I’m here left alone in my misery I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me Everybody who hear my shit be feelin’ me The longer it takes to get a brake its killin’ me I’m here left alone in my misery I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me Everybody who hear my shit be feelin’ me The longer it takes to get a brake its killin’ me
3.
Still Got Love You took me from a boy to a man Reality hit me when I held you in my hand like damn This nigga look just like me Wonder will he love Hip Hop And write rhymes just like me See I was a street dude rather married to wealth I wanted to raise you and be a daddy myself With no one to confuse you Treat you wrong or abuse you Niggas trying to play my part Not seeing you breaks my heart cause we tight I hate to be blunt, but your mommy ain’t right Respect her protect her keep it real But sometimes she treats you like a bill For you little man I’m a get this deal You at the top of the list when I write my will Anyone harms you I got the right to kill You made me look at life for real Lil man if you ain’t seen daddy in a week Always remember I still got love And right now life ain’t treating me sweet But always remember I still got love And at night I pray to the heavens above The angels embrace you with their hugs And our bonds thicker than blood If you feel I’m far way remember I still got love You opened my eyes to friendship and love We go together like mask and gloves And blast slugs on anyone trying to break The bond that we created and get me frustrated Trespassers get annihilated its our world Me and you’re my girl really my right hand Put me on to paper plans and major scams To bring in face cards by the grand Even if I move it by the gram You still right there holding my hand To stand beside your man Through all the bullshit and irrelevant drama Poppin off with the baby mama You still chill and let me know shits real With six bills or six mills you still fix good meals Even though I’m hella hood the lovin is hella good I’ll give you the world if I could understood Baby if we happen beef and I ain’t cheat Just remember I still got love And if you ever plan to leave please work it out Cause God knows I still got love And at night I pray to the heavens above The angels embrace you with their hugs And our bonds thicker than blood If you feel I’m far way remember I still got love It’s been a while since we hung out we lost touch Some things got crossed up now that we grown up You like my younger brother it hurts me to see You took the same path as me and never changed Now everything the game embedded in your brain remains And shiest niggas turned you on to cocaine I try to understand why you damage yourself Can’t tell a grown man how to manage his health You better than them people you hang with Them niggas you bang with don’t speak your language I remember when you peed in the bed We played in the park You the first nigga that would analyze my art When I see you falling off it breaks my heart I try to pick you up but you cant’ take the darts Life’s throwing you I understand what you going through But another side of the game I been showing you Homie if we ain’t speak for weeks don’t lose sleep Just remember I still got love And if you got beef on the streets call me up Because cousin I still got love And at night I pray to the heavens above The angels embrace you with their hugs And our bonds thicker than blood If you feel I’m far way remember I still got love
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It Could Be Worse I used to wait around for payday until I got fired Couldn’t get rehired early I retired Only to realize it could be worse What if I couldn’t spit this verse? What if I was on my way to my funeral in a herse? Getting buried next to my co d in the dirt What if it was never rap never a beat? That means I’ll never move my feet What will inspire me? No music is no life no way of expression Through my depression I’m still counting all my blessings Destiny it has to be because its Gods intent If its meant to be I’m behind it 100 percent What if I was never born never though of What if I never saw Earth never saw love? I take it day by day loving my people Huggin the block hustling for the root of all evil I had to stop putting me first I had to realize yo this could be worse I could be dead or in jail Uneducated and frail Another endangered black male I had to stop putting me first I had to realize yo this could be worse There is really no one to blame And we can’t complain maintain Cause you control change What if your family was plagued with cancer and A.I.D.S? And someone put a number on you days Three uncles in three years that’s serious Cause that’s three brothers that didn’t out live their own mother Or what if you where born innocent, yet torn with sickness By your own mother’s dumb decisions I’ve witnessed niggas complain about hustling and things And they don’t understand the nature of the game It could be worse than pumpin on the block with rocks Runnin from cops you could get locked Chillin in Comstock for a crime you didn’t commit Rather you didn’t pull the trigger Cause of your record they figure to put it on you nigga I seen it all cause I’m young and wise, yet old There are newborn babies who get abandoned in the cold Sistas without a child cause children they can’t bear Homeless people on my street screamin it ain’t fair I had to stop putting me first I had to realize yo this could be worse I could be dead or in jail Uneducated and frail Another endangered black male I had to stop putting me first I had to realize yo this could be worse There is really no one to blame And we can’t complain maintain Cause you control change I sit back and reflect and thank God that I’m healthy And my son was born strong so I’m wealthy I want to reach out to some of those who felt me I’m just frustrated with what rappers tell me On records constantly whining about grindin They should be thankful for the chance to be rhyming Cause its kids out there with just one wish Some people still ain’t free put up one fist Because the real Is this country let us rob and steal hustle this crill And con people out of their scrill In some places looking at a man’s wife a get you killed So less blood spilled no you thugs feel lucky Opportunity is infinite Look around you ever wonder why you see so many businesses So I excepted that it could be first and put my fam first So my life has worth I had to stop putting me first I had to realize yo this could be worse I could be dead or in jail Uneducated and frail Another endangered black male I had to stop putting me first I had to realize yo this could be worse There is really no one to blame And we can’t complain maintain Cause you control change I had to stop putting me first I had to realize yo this could be worse I could be dead or in jail Uneducated and frail Another endangered black male I had to stop putting me first I had to realize yo this could be worse There is really no one to blame And we can’t complain maintain Cause you control change
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Rain Drops 03:14
Rain Drops (Blink Ya Eye) I got a monster’s mystic with this music Don’t even confuse it Awon will abuse it Hip Hoppers will lose it Foes approach friendly Flow like it’s ten of me What’s gotten into me? Purple or Hennessy? Sick its no remedy Lyricism supremacy Sleep with the enemy Semi slice up your memory Fierce I’m so gutter Flow is so butter Smooth the soul brother Slide in your baby’s mother I’m a bad mamma jammer Nice with this grammar Ill with this hammer Skills for you bammas Slick like Mayweather Sip Goose with Grey feathers The starter I play better For the MJ cheddar And haters too analytical with my data Fuck the majors You can savor the nature Of mind, body, and soul Parallel to my pole position Within one listen It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold In the streets I’m like drugs The flow entice thugs Peeps they show love And haters they show blood They ain’t getting no grub I’m eating they food My swagger is rude They say I’m a conceited dude Burn rappers like fat to ripped fuel Clapping this tool Vegitize your brain Put it on ooze Molecular beats stay in a jeep Sunk in the seat A poet for the streets The underground makes me unique Complete with a welterweight boxers physic The heat I display leave rappers in dismay Going back to Curtis Mayfield and Roberta Flack The tracks are food for the soul Grooves in control By a pilot working on a low wack diet Try it, when I drop the cd You might buy it Till then, my only friend is my pad and my pen Like Bill and Sydney Let’s Do It Again It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold So in conclusion Decipher the lyrical Niggas don’t want it Miracles and mirages Metaphorical ménages My rap entourage is Deep like the Corleone’s I spit these holy poems Ghetto Bibles in my dome The scripture will hit ya Like 16 shots from a 40 Cal glock Wack niggas getting rocked Like freebase the raw and uncut From my gut Treat the mic like a slut And have my way with it One of the dopest lines to date You know that A spit it In the words of Tiffy the Gift Homie play with it Sipping 1800 puffin a black and mild Calm, cool, and collected Just like my rapping style Hip Hop form every aspect I’m catching mad wreck Treat it like a zoo Because chicks give me giraffe neck Competing with a few And I’m not far from the throne Emcees like funerals service em going home It’s on It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold
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Real Emcee If I was a regular cat Kickin the illest of raps Would you rock with a spitter like me And what if I wasn’t no thug Talkin bout bussin slugs but more like Mos and Kweli What if it wasn’t Sean John and the Air Force Ones? But Timbos and LRG Would you be true? To a real emcee I remember 94 winter cold as ever Coogie under my Hobo leather Illmatic was the shit and Ready to Die I got my first piece of ass high On Southernplaylistccaddilacefunkymusic 36 Chambers Jurassic Hip Hop Classics Army jackets and timbos was magnets for chickens When keepin it real came before all the riches This was Craig Mack, Busta, Redman, and Keith Black Moon had Enta da Stage on the Streets What’s beef? East Coast and West Coast shit By 95 Source Awards niggas got rich Suge dissed Puff Pac got hit Next thing you know Who Shot Ya was my shit I loved these niggas they was role models When Hip Hop was into poppin Heineken bottles If I was a regular cat Kickin the illest of raps Would you rock with a spitter like me And what if I wasn’t no thug Talkin bout bussin slugs but more like Mos and Kweli What if it wasn’t Sean John and the Air Force Ones? But Timbos and LRG Would you be true? To a real emcee Lyrically I mix Q-Tip, CL, Phife, and Tragedy With beats from Diamond D to compliment me A lot of cats forgot about Show Biz and AG Kids don’t know the flow that Nas and AZ Repped with Hip Hop is on the exit Then came the necklace, the Lexus, and material checklist MTV cribs and the glamour and glitz Make niggas hungry and then the hammers will spit Imagine if the Real World was about 7 thugs And cameras followed them cats around sellin drugs Tired of kids keeping these crack and gat raps But don’t know the origin of gold fronts and knapsacks I was 6 when the epidemic took the streets One was crack rocks the other was Marley Marl’s beats Filas, velours, Kangols, cable chains, door knockers And bangles for the brods When we were Gods (Tiff The Gift) Cause I define Hip Hop and not Moulin Can I still take the title as the female don? Cause I don’t rock stilettoes but spit rhymes accapella Could you break down and learn my songs And cause I feel Lauryn and Tifa vs. of selling out my people Could you respect my hot 16? And because I’m not strippin could you take the time to listen Or would you reject a hot emcee I define Hip Hop in every aspect My lyrics leave marks like Garvey and Aztecs Without cashed checks I’m still the hottest you’ll meet The hottest is me I’m what you favorite artist Tries his hardest to be The hardest emcees get no airtime I can even take it to the dirty south And say that naah rhyme And your notebook define one element Me I’m all five You can see I’m all live I only adlib my rhymes Half the times albums be hype men and cheerleaders 6 interludes with 4 songs the real leaders Such as my self with no intro I been dope since Adam and Eve conceived they kin folks Maybe if I was flashy they would pass me a deal But I rather be the dopest and brokest I keep it real………
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Her 03:46
Her Her major is bio chemistry She something like a doctor All I know is shorty do roll blunts proper Puff lie in the lac pumping Big Poppa Going back to back spitting over Who Shot Ya Argue all day about who flow hotter Whisper in her ear I wanna be ya Don Dadda She smile gracias no si no nada No seeds so mama Gotta be mine Gotta be fine up top she heaven In the hips she seven And hold the MAC-11 Cause she street wise with her petite size Probably hold a nigga down if the heat rise She a real chick who don’t need sweet guys Who speak lies Built like chicas Pushing 93 rides Besides every don needs a diva Passenger side reserved in my two seater You know my friend I’m into her, But I don’t know how much she’s into me A perfect 10 is how to define her symmetry You talking Hip Hop Well she is the epitome As her man is how I want honey to picture me She’s used to Malibu’s most wanted like Jamie Kennedy Wack niggas who don’t stimulate her mentally I don’t want to go hard And have her act differently Really trying to get her But only get her sick of me So I’m doing all the flowers and candy Hoping she want to be down like Brandy Out of all the girls this one understands me As crazy as we are she can rock with the family I want to scoop her up before a dude get fancy Come through stuntin And it’s off with the panties I had my share of the material girls I’m trying to save shorty from the material world I want her to love me kiss me Her touch is tender Putting all these emotions in a blender Her radiant smile warms up the coldest winter Ever when we together it calms my temper Sista is a Souljah True to the Game like Terri Woods Beautiful and misunderstood I got a lot of niggas straight hatin my style If they was on their job I wouldn’t be making her smile Ready to tell both her parents I’m taken their child Bringing her to my world And making her my girl If she let me No matter what I do she don’t sweat me Her brown skin sexy She know I love Nestle Saying shit to test me but I always pass We can survive the show like Ness and Babs In this life what I’m trying to say with this mic She the Claire Huxtable type That real niggas wife
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Baby Girl Baby girl built like a Cadillac Giving me a rap attack Beauty is the cataracts To cover up the flaws Fact is she don’t understand this rap shit All she know how to do is swipe the plastic Put on her make up and spread the Chap Stick Her main aspirations to be a rap chick In the video I told her go to school silly hoe New millennium Billy Jean We call her Billy Joe Sam, Tom, Dick, and Harry All her pimp daddies one-track mind for Sally She too quick to give up the draws But she won’t stop screwing till she Fuck the stars Thinking these niggas be bigger than her For material she steady giving it up Now two sons later With no fathers to guild them The more dope boys the more she gonna ride them Mercedes Benz she dream of driving Misguided youth with scars she can’t hide them If she reach higher for stars she might find them But she too stuck on the stars that stay shining (Hamza Atoi) Her ocean unique Yet for those who sail on Atlantic Shores Gain more than a wave in the superficial life I know a single mother who’s mad at the world On the real I can’t be mad at the girl Baby daddy in the F.E.D.S. 5 for tax evasion For the lawyer homeboy used all his savings The Lex got repoed The crib got resold Gucci on EBay Koochie on decay She back in the hood with a GEED Trying to raise a black man right now he’s three Up in the CC shake her ass for dollars And the CC stand for community college Degrading herself to feed her fam Can’t sleep cause at night she feels all those hands And She mad at her man For the wrong reasons She should be mad for eating and not feeding Her brain now she’s rock bottom of chains Where cum stained blood money’s always exchanged A black girl lost in the game For chasing the fame But found pain At 20 she now drained Instead of a woman she ‘s now called slang A hoe and really though who could you blame Her ocean unique Yet for those who sail on Atlantic Shores Gain more than a wave in the superficial life She wanted to be an actress But ended up a waitress Her friends filled her head up with fake shit Instead of her plan She took the hard route And once you in trouble It’s hard to get out She ended up on the casting couch With a dick in her mouth And now she’s scorned 3 grams of blow a day doing porn Dude she called her boyfriend turned her on Got a lil money but now no dignity Her friends filled her head up with imagery Now the industry is her enemy And success to her is bad memories Can’t have kids her womb is too polluted Her big break was her body being distributed Exploited and poisoned by the camera No one loves her they lust and clamor her All for the glamour and the spotlight So is it really sweet when you live the pop life All the time shorty gotta watch her grind A woman of the streets may lose her mind Hamza Atoi 200 dollars in ones One gold pole and a lost soul An absent thought learned from her absent mother now Abstinence is smothered in dreams Of I want better for my life But life don’t get much better When better days come from dropping panties And scarred knees Baby you just got to breath Like you pushing life in this world I’m just trying to push life in you girl with through poem Before your heart turns cold Like the coldest winter ever I don’t want to ever see your name Turn into a season written by a soldier You gotta keep keep on You gotta keep keep on
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Beautiful Loser Sick Lunatic with the rhyme skills Some say I rhyme ill Nah I'm just taking them sick Rhyme pills Flow cocky like my nines filled Rather my minds filled Cause I won't give you another Crime spill Fashionista etcetera Awon a predator Easy job for any rap editor Discuss this with my publicist 2020 rugged shit Real heads can really fuck with this But deep inside I'm a loser Chronic abuser cruiser A dreamer who really moves ya A hopeless romantic always in panic Niggas don't understand it Like Jermaine and Janet Damn it I'm on the verge of losing My whole world My car my job Most importantly My girl Now I'm drinking and thinking On how my ships sinking And how my shit stinking But to you I'm still bringing This beautiful Beautiful Loser Chronic Abuser One who writes those songs That really move ya One who won't get paid off my music My pain makes you feel good Don't confuse it Beautiful Loser Chronic Abuser One who writes those songs That really move ya One who won't get paid off my music My pain makes you feel good Don't confuse it By the way my name is Awon And I believe flow is art I'm the nigga who got the animals On Noah's arc It's an analogy Understand life us grabbing me To live fatal finalities And be a casualty To love and drugs I'm the illest who never made it Broke but educated Critics will celebrate it To this I'm dedicated Inebriated and still I'm young dazed and confused And niggas still think I'm ill Besides spit tight I really can't do shit right Sneakers and clothes are my kryptonite My mistakes in life give you insight To go for yours I've been scared by vocal wars that's killing my vocal cords It's suicide I commit everyday And if you we're I You could attest to the fact Its not wack the rap Raful To the pioneers I'm grateful For bitter sweet memories Along with my Hennessy It's something wrong When love ones become enemies I focus my energy Into the pen before me to tell the story Of young love and what losses do to you And to you my pain is beautiful Beautiful Loser Chronic Abuser One who writes those songs That really move ya One who won't get paid off my music My pain makes you feel good Don't confuse it Beautiful Loser Chronic Abuser One who writes those songs That really move ya One who won't get paid off my music My pain makes you feel good Don't confuse it
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Strictly Underground I'm a hip-hop head I eat, sleep, and shit beats Spit heat complete A whole album in one week Criminal Minded and Ready to Die My life is Illmatic Full of static so I Walk like a Panther They In Fear of a Black Planet That's Digable cause the whole world Is Bobby Digital College Dropout with A Reasonable Doubt for me Not to make it Only the hot hated A Midnight Marauder My Low End Theory Is An Extinction Level Event The people hear me Miseducated by the Electric Circus Like Water for Chocolate And Under the Surface I'm one if God's Sons Spitting the Blue Print I know the streets Hunger for More Of that new shit The Power of the Dollar Keeps me Paid in Full And your favorite rapper Probably kicking major bull They say I'm strictly underground Everybody in this game is gutter now So the check one two and you don't stop The beat drops keep on They say I'm strictly underground Everybody in this game is gutter now So the check one two and you don't stop The beat drops keep on I Love the Dough And don't get it twisted Niggas Hustle Hard For the Love Below To put rims on a Lac Blasting the Speaker Box Used to blow The Chronic But I got Detoxed My Hard Knock life Got Adventures like Slick Rick Chicks Hardcore Got em loving stiff dick It was Written like freestyle Friday Supreme Clientele Up and down the highway Only Built 4 Cuban Links And big trucks Paid the Cost to be the Boss And get bucks So I Reflect Eternal And examine Quality Black on Both sides is my philosophy Its Organized Confusion When I Come Clean So Enta Da Stage and crush scenes Nuff teens scream hands up Nuck if you Buck Keep chick beef like DMX and Kurupt They say I'm strictly underground Everybody in the game is gutter now On the check one two and you don't stop The beat drops keep on They say I'm strictly underground Everybody in the game is gutter now On the check one two and you don't stop The beat drops keep on I'm the Reason The Truth is told Resurrect like Life After Death When the tech explodes And Walk With Jesus Back for the First time Spitting the first four bars Of my first rhyme I spit that Flava in ya Ear I don't play My Little Brother got Mama's Gun Around the way Ridin Dirty with A Pocket Full of Stones Saying everything twice Like Mike Jones I write poems 3 times Dope A 100 Miles and Running off one note Strictly Business Witness the mayhem Confessions of Fire When I spray men You'll sell a unit like Made Men Revolutionary but Gansta So Let's Get Free All the streets need is a hot emcee From Harlem World to Mecca And back to Medina Toting 36 Chambers of the fever They say I'm strictly underground Everybody in this game is gutter now So the check one two and you don't stop The beat drops keep on They say I'm strictly underground Everybody in this game is gutter now So the check one two and you don't stop The beat drops keep on
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People Music The technique is spiritual art Like Tai Chi Put some headphones up in ya iv Keep track if y'all With barcode i.d. I'm raw like Com rocking with No I.D. I be so serious the world so curious To hear Awon' s debut here it is Fire on a platter the devil Told me to cool out Hell was getting so cold He had to move out Who's out Tuesdays be wack now I only listen to the old school tracks now It ain't Hip Hop homeboy it's rap now The new motto is die in the trap now Fake emcees be acting real hard Perpetrating a fraud In my backyard I slap the sassy out of homo thugs And wonder why the underground Got no love Tiff the Gift Y'all ain't ready for A You better back down Most of what y'all say Is really wack now New music Soul Students On the track now Garbage emcees clean up ya act now Y'all ain't ready for A You better back down Most of what y'all say Is really wack now New music Soul Students On the track now Garbage emcees clean up ya act now The code name fresh Aka Mr. Dope Flow Lyrical criminal wanted by the po Po Friends say I'm loco For calling wack rappers homo Rhymes brolic like Bolo Still never so so On duets or solo I get busy like postal workers In holiday season Some say its treason how I spit hard I can't help it that when I spit I really hit hard Sharp like gem stars Serve up cats in 6 bars They'll know its over Like Chappelle's show Fuck Comedy Central That's off subject I catch Nuff reck on anybody who suspect One two check my melody Back with a felony of rhyme hell in me To bring out the devil we Combine soul and rhymes Of spoken rhymes That's sent to cure all mankind Y'all ain't ready for A You better back down Most of what y'all say Is really wack now New music Soul Students On the track now Garbage emcees clean up ya act now Y'all ain't ready for A You better back down Most of what y'all say Is really wack now New music Soul Students On the track now Garbage emcees clean up ya act now Awon got more flavors than Skittles Complex but you gravitate to my riddles On some other shit Like MF Doom And for wack emcees There is no room Not impressed with your chains Or your Bling Bling Underground and got bread I can do the same thing I'm tired of the same old slang No disrespect but when did Getting crunk become the new thing I came up on Outkast and Wu Tang With rappers these days I smell some Pu Tang And nowadays it's all about status And not controlling this mic apparatus They breeding trash to attract All the maggots You label running faggots I don't get it I grab it Definitive masterpiece I'm the whole package I eat emcees call me the soul savage Y'all ain't ready for A You better back down Most of what y'all say Is really wack now New music Soul Students On the track now Garbage emcees clean up ya act now Y'all ain't ready for A You better back down Most of what y'all say Is really wack now New music Soul Students On the track now Garbage emcees clean up ya act now
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Material 03:40
Material As a man Awon spit some awesome shit As a child I wasn't so fortunate As a teen I was young Dazed and confused In romance I been beat up and abused Now in my b boy stance I'm fresh to death Copping expensive shit To impress the rest With these things I collect I'm somewhat obsessed Does my dress suggest doe I posses? I'm a material boy in a material world And I fancy fucking with All material girls Fat ass and a Prada bag I gotta grab her My passion is popping tags I gotta have her What ever new kicks I'll spend 350 Still gritty Cause I keep the magnum with me On my hip or on my dick For the D cup tittie bitty That I met out in New York City Did he shit on em with a fresh New suit ? The funny thing is I ain't got no loot And before I get a crib I'm gonna cop that car It's ass backwards But it’s a part Of being a star Every time I see something fat I go and cop crack Then I go and pump packs So am I on the right track? Get money fuck bitches It's the same old song Kids don't listen to me because I'm dead wrong Society raised me But my parents invented me The videos will have me Up in the penitentiary I want rims on a Benz A Jacob watch And I gotta see life Through a Cartier lens Video hoe skins I smash And live fast Destined to die young In the pursuit of cash To cop everything I see in the magazine Like 1400 dollar Evisu jeans 300 for hoodies by Gawsie I'm flossy And that's why I gotta shake The haters off me Can't take it with me When I die but I'm fly I grind harder when I see my Benz Roll by With my life in danger For shit it don't make sense When we glorify The fly things The kids can't get Your ass in the mall But you can't pay rent Living check to check For the cents Cause we don't make millions Why you showing off For some muthafuckin children Every time we see something fat We at the layaway racks Tricking up all our income tax Or trying to get up on a track My soul is into pop life And the fly clothes It ain't supposed to be But it was what I was told By my role models On a regular basis And they can't help it Cause them niggas just made it It's sad when we ain't have shit We act a fool Sticking up niggaz For clothes for back to school New kicks is out So we copping some grams Lil shorty down the street Done got her a man To trick on get shit And she was so precious Now she give brains For a Tiffany necklace We live so reckless For material things We propping these designers They don't give us a thing But who am I kidding I'm already corrupt Cause I'm about to drop 300 on some dunks I hope one day That we can all change Until then nigga I'm a broke ball the same Every time I see something fat I go and cop crack Then I go and pump packs So am I on the right track? Every time we see something fat We at the layaway racks Tricking up all our income tax Or trying to get up on a track
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This was my first full length LP originally released in 2008 via Goon Trax records and once again digitally in 2010 by Digi Crates records. I guess enough people did not know about it because people have been rediscovering it as of late. There is a lot of craziness behind this LP from meeting a cool new crew of friends, to a mysterious stolen hard drive. Looking back it's worth the rediscovery so I packed in a couple of extras and all the lyrics to the LP are available as well. If you can spare a couple of bucks that would be awesome, if not just spread the word so people know about the underground classic. If you happen to come across a Still Got Love Maxi single hit me up, mine is scratched.

Peace and Love,

-Awon

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released December 22, 2012

Ak, Albumz, Indelible, Kameleon Beats (Soul Students Crew), Tail Back aka Taka, and DJ Silkk on production. Features are Hamza, Five, and Tiff the Gift.

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Awon Virginia

Antwan Wiggins (born March 6, 1980 in Brooklyn, NY) is an American hip hop recording artist based in Newport News, Virginia. He is known by his stage name Awon. In 2014, along with frequent collaborator Phoniks, he founded Don't Sleep Records. Awon has shared the stage with many hip-hop acts including Little Brother, Common, EPMD, MC Lyte, and Oddisee. ... more

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