One of these days, I'ma take over hip-hop
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it
One of these days, I'ma claim my spot
When I do, I'll be regarded as the closest to Pac
A true poet, the king of hip-hop lives
I don't need to pop clips, as long as I got spliffs
Cause I spit that hotness, so nothing could stop Nick
I've Written a lot, b**h, so watch ya lips, don't talk sh**
I talk sick, so slick, you could swear I was taught this
I scribble sciptures at a rate faster than prophets
I'll take a break, when I'm laid dead in a coffin
I'll die a guy who never had his name on an office
Who said to be hard, you had to grow in the projects
I hustle everyday, but I don't hustle for objects
I'm someone that God's-Blessed, with tons on my chest
Not trying to disrespect anyone, alone in my quest
I'm a simple man, I don't view a chain as success
If I reach one person, this was worth the stress
One of these days, I'ma take over hip-hop
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it
One of these days, I'ma take over hip-hop
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it
I wanna change the whole culture, a lofty statement
But I think that the art's-been lost in translation
But one of these days, I'ma re-create it
And (pause) I'ma wade through the hatred
Escape it, and save this from turning to fake ish
After that I won't need to get shot for greatness
It's not about ya story, man, it's how you relate it
You could paint your own picture or trace it
I'm all about being unique, when I speak, c'est le magique
C'est magnifique, c'est moi, Ngajuana. Je suis
So sweet with my language and speech I will defeat
Each and every obstacle, I can see, in front of me
With an ease, that's unbelievable, it's a breeze
When I'm unleashed on a beat, guaranteed I bring heat
So put ya heads down, my steez'll see you deceased
Buy this cd, and I'll paint you a picture for free
One of these days, I'ma take over hip-hop
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it
One of these days, I'ma take over hip-hop
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it
I'm coming into my own, as an artist I've grown, steadily
Now I'm doing shows, and repping my home, heavily
If you consider yourself ahead of me, watch out
I'm fittin to explode, and turn the regulars to wash-outs
So stick to what you talk about, see me, pull ya Glock out
I'm in a fight with hip-hop, going for the knock-out
Gimmie my props now, I'll have the game locked down
On (pause) y'all'll hand me the crown
My lyrics are too deep, timing just too sweet
Rhyming is on point, to murder a looped beat
I'm blowing up toute suite, Canada's crew chief
And (pause) number two will pursue me
And that's without clutchin on a mac or an uzi
My vernacular's spectacular, attack me and you're losing
I practice and I practice, so when threatened, I just mash em
And (pause) I'll save rap from the ashes
One of these days, I'ma take over hip-hop
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it
One of these days, I'ma take over hip-hop
And give rap a breather, from all of the clip-talk
The fetish for the chains and wristwatch, the bracelet
And all the crap, that rapes my art and degrades it