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Nuff Love

83

Hip-Hop/Rap

Nuff Love was released on May 24, 2024 by Below System Records as a part of the album The Raw Factor

Song Details

AlbumThe Raw Factor

Release DateMay 24, 2024

LabelBelow System Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM90

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Omniscence

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Omniscence

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Fanatic

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Queens is fat

Brooklyn's fat

We puttin' sixth borough on the map

Bronx is phat

Uptown is phat

But we puttin' sixth borough on the map

Check it

[Verse 1]

One for the violence, two for the trouble

Give me my props, give me my props on the double

I'm nicest when ripping mic devices

I bring a crisis to the whack Vanilla Ices

I hit skins, then cut 'em off like split ends

My hit spins every day on the mixdown

Tricks down, G's up, ease up off the dyno

'Cause I twist more caps than a wino

I know, I'm fresh like the movie

Groovy, light up the sess bud doobie

Who be ill enough to test me? This ain't the ASVAB

Do you know what happened to the last crab?

Exterminated his ass like Orkin

This ain't no Mork and Mindy, blowin' up your indie

I just thought of this

There's a few MCs that are art at this

But I'ma max out like I lived at the Nautilus

I don't wanna have to fly your headpiece

I be rushin' the stage like Patrice

I feast on ducks like a gourmet dinner

No beginner, turnin' your bass into tenor

Born sinner, livin' foul like pork chops

I like The Temptations, but fuck the Four Tops

Just pass the blunt down the line

Mind if I smoke you up? I don't mind

Word life, I'm in the mood like escape

Just did a bid for microphone rape

Break out the video tape, live and uncut

I was rockin' mics before E.U. done "Da Butt"

Catch the vibe like a nut, king like Tut

Tell your slut I wanna tap the skins like putt-putt

I must've got nicer, evidently

Labels used to slam the door in my face like Bentley

But word up, I don't have love for none of y'all

'Cause I'm up on the game like Pat Summerall

Runnin' all ducks in a three mile distance radius

I am Omniscence, alias

The funky one-liner, phat rhyme designer

Rippin' shows from Bangkok to China

So, yo, if you ever wanna flow

Like Aaliyah, just let me know

And it's like that

Check it out, y'all, 'cause this shit is too phat

And we goin' on and on and it just don't stop

So peace to the **** in the hip-hop

[Chorus]

Love to the crews on the East Coast (Right)

Love to the crews on the West Coast (Right)

Love to the crews Uptown (Right)

Love to the crews all around (Right)

Love to the crews on the East Coast (Right)

Love to the crews on the West Coast (Right)

Love to Cackalack crew (Right)

We doin' what we gotta do, true (Right, right)

[Verse 2]

Live and direct from the seminar

So you can hit me with your best shot like Pat Benetar

I'm breakin' legs like the figure four

So you catch an ass whippin' like them kids did in Singapore

I'm easy to flip just like a Suzuki

You fiendin' for my shit like Nino had Pookie

And what about the chicks that tried to diss me last year?

I'm still runnin' in them deeper than the Pap smear

Cackalack, home of the pimps and

Crews who be catchin' more bodies than O.J. Simpson

Big ups to Bed-Stuy

'Cause they blazin' up the set like Left Eye

Yo, I'm tighter than undersized rubbers

But I ain't Denny's 'cause, yo, I serve all y'all brothas

Makin' moves like U-Haul

I got no time for these bitch-ass **** like Ru Paul

Come into my face and get your grill slapped

'Cause you're blind to the facts like my name was Ronnie Milsap

Yo, you don't know my style

So you're in for a surprise, surprise like Gomer Pyle

'Cause I'm back on the scene like shelltoes

I'm on point like anorexic elbows

Let's get this straight, whether you a brother or a skeezer

You best give me my credit like VISA

You might be live, but the Vandals are much liver

We beat you worse than they did that white truck driver

So don't come into my face with no peace sign

'Cause on a scale to ten, we gets at least nine

What about Fanatic? Yeah, he's still the boot knocker

Got beats with more kicks than Foot Locker

So when you in my hood, be on your guard there

'Cause we pack more tools than Ace Hardware

I rock jams, you rock preservatives

When it comes to skins, goddamn, I'm conservative

But hoes used to treat me like a germ

But now I'm straighter than a perm and they want the funky worm

But listen up, trick, this ain't no déjà vu

You silly hoes couldn't see me on pay per view

'Cause, see, I drop bombs like Japs in Pearl Harbor

Fadin' more brothers than your neighborhood barber

I used to be down with the Five-Percent movement

Nowadays, I just build like Home Improvement

Live on stage, do I ever get ragged?

That's like Farrakhan sportin' a confederate flag

And, yeah, it's like that and you don't stop

Sayin' peace to the hip-hop

[Chorus]

Love to the crews on the East Coast (Right)

Love to the crews on the West Coast (Right)

Love to the crews Uptown (Right)

Love to the crews all around (Right)

Love to the crews on the East Coast (Right)

Love to the crews on the West Coast (Right)

Love to the North Cackalack crew (Right)

Doin' what we gotta do (Right, right)

Written by: Omniscence

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