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Project 9
album cover
Project 9 was released on March 4, 2025 by Sensei Collective as a part of the album Australopithecus
March 4, 2025
LabelSensei Collective
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

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Thunder striking, hit the concrete step
Two steppers get wrecked by my tape hop set
Now check it
Imperfect in the prose I reflect
Never miss my mic christening
Imma glistening mess
A villainous figure, quivering heartbeat depressed
Delivering east coast flow, while I rep my set west
Never stopped to stoop hot, forget-me-nots forgot me
Iron fisted when I risk it like a stocky pol pot, g
Discrepancies in my CDs get fixed
JC riding faders, come as two like Twix
Un-seaming the cream with my Wu-Tang ERUH-ERUH wrongs
Now everybody click ya fingers to my hip hop song
Now boogie down to my set
I'm spitting all my best lines
It's the Wobbuffet projecting Project 9
I call it under construction
Let's pree the Sunday Times
Fig the foo-fighter hitting Project 9
Verbally nonsensical, but colder than ice
Rhyme venomous like adder, madder than Tim Rice
My flow stacked more dough than a methed papa j
Intrinsically nonsensical, pursue my per se
I cash cheques at hash functions
You bring me ill presumption
Nobody has more gumption
Cracking head bangers like truncheons
Envious wanna take my puns and flow
I take your fucking lyrics, blow my nose on that hoe
Replication of the fig is futile
So stop trying
Contrivance eye spying leaving playa haters sighing
Now check it
Pious in my thoughts but impure to my heart
I got that Gujarati start, I commence the chit chaat
Now check it
Now boogie down to my set
I'm spitting all my best lines
It's the Wobbuffet projecting Project 9
I call it under construction
Let's pree the Sunday Times
Fig the foo-fighter hitting Project 9
Chatter jawbones brittle spitting Oregon breeze
As I leave, peep the show of my Corrigan steeze
Confused all deluded fellows who step to con me
Peruse all rhyme schemes, set 1 in dropping hot g
Indecisions and schisms set me back, but no more
I got the keys to explore all syllabilic doors
My lyrics are ear-worms when I want them to be
I catch you pondering my rhythms while your watching Mr.bean
Now check it
I get you by the fridge see ya nodding your head
The undertaker said ERUH-ERUH hip hops not dead
Written by: James Paul Cummins, Rudy Eugene D'Souza
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