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Nothing's What It Seems

Project Wyze

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Wyze
Project Wyze
Performer
Yas Taalat
Yas Taalat
Vocals
Bobby McIntosh
Bobby McIntosh
Vocals
Adam Arsenault
Adam Arsenault
Electric Guitar
Elie Abdelnour
Elie Abdelnour
Bass Guitar
Brad Dean
Brad Dean
Drums
DJ Butter
DJ Butter
Performer
Sasha Kosovic
Sasha Kosovic
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yas Taalat
Yas Taalat
Lyrics
Bobby McIntosh
Bobby McIntosh
Lyrics
Adam Arsenault
Adam Arsenault
Composer
Elie Abdelnour
Elie Abdelnour
Composer
Brad Dean
Brad Dean
Composer
Sasha Kosovic
Sasha Kosovic
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Dalziel
Jeff Dalziel
Producer
Mike Roth
Mike Roth
Executive Producer
Lenny De Rose
Lenny De Rose
Mixing Engineer
Blair Robb
Blair Robb
Recording Engineer
P. Letros
P. Letros
Mastering Engineer

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Ladies and Gentlemen Presenting the outrageous A music without limelight A guitarist without stages I'm a Hells Angel without the Harley Davidson You're a golden state warrior Without Antawn Jamison I'm your last laugh without a punch line I'm a fistfight in your high school halls at lunchtime I'm dangerous like car wrecks without the drunk driver I'm that island that traps you and votes you off like survivor I'm MacGyver without that red switchblade I'm man-made Graffiti on the walls without the aerosol spray I'm a 30 second delay, without the time limit I'm a shark-infested ocean I dare you to dive in it I'm that gold chain ready to be snatched from your neck I'm that aids virus when you don't practise safe sex I'm that hole in your latex that made your whole world crash The most dangerous three letter word is yes Somebody back-up There's no room to stand up Stop and throw your hands up Nobody can do it like this Somebody back-up There's no room to stand up Stop and throw your hands up Let's get it on like this I'm your last bit of oxygen I'm Waco Texas I'm a 13-year-old kid stealing your Lexus I'm a trilogy without the second and third sequels I'm a crash test dummy without the smashed up vehicle I'm everything you dream of I'm life without death I'm a respirator holding on to your last breath I'm Bill Gates' Microsoft without Silicon Valley I'm a natural born killer without Mickey or Mallory You're a chair being thrown around at a Bobby Knight practice I'm a cross between rival gangs and celebrity death matches I attack this like pythons, I'm a living icon You wanna see the apocalypse, then turn my mic on Somebody back-up There's no room to stand up Stop and throw your hands up Nobody can do it like this Somebody back-up There's no room to stand up Stop and throw your hands up Let's get it on like this One, two, one, two, I'm a shark-infested ocean, I dare you to dive in it One, two, one, two, I'm a shark-infested ocean, I dare you to dive in it One, two, one, two, I'm a shark-infested ocean, I dare you to dive in it One, two, one, two, I'm a shark-infested ocean, I dare you to dive in it Somebody back-up There's no room to stand up Stop and throw your hands up Nobody can do it like this Somebody back-up There's no room to stand up Stop and throw your hands up Let's get it on like this Somebody back-up There's no room to stand up Stop and throw your hands up I'm a shark-infested ocean, I dare you to dive in it Somebody back-up There's no room to stand up Stop and throw your hands up I'm a shark-infested ocean, I dare you to dive in it
Writer(s): Bobby Mcintosh, Yassen Taalat, Elie Abdelnour, Adam Arsenault, Brad Dean, Sasha Kosovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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