Beautiful Loser

by Awon

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    I came across a few copies of the original pressing of my debut album Beautiful Loser via Goon Trax. I have a homie in Japan who put me on (Patrick Gamez thank you brother, everyone else says thanks too!) These are Digi packs and extremely hard to come by, I will sign them unless otherwise specified. I will add a signed photo with a handwritten story from the time in which the LP was recorded. This is going to be a nice package for the real heads. Act fast! The Digi pack is a nice, matte, cardstock, and the art is ill.

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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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Track Name: Misery
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
Track Name: Still Got Love
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
Track Name: It Could Be Worse
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
Track Name: Rain Drops
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
Track Name: Real Emcee Ft. Tiff The Gift
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………
Track Name: Her
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
Track Name: Baby Girl Ft. Hamza
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
Track Name: Beautiful Loser
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
Track Name: Strictly Underground
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
Track Name: People Music Ft. Tiff The Gift
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
Track Name: Material
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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