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Hookless II

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Hookless II was released on April 20, 2013 by Nujerubi Enterprises as a part of the album Architect: Sacred Geometry

Song Details

AlbumArchitect: Sacred Geometry

Release DateApril 20, 2013

LabelNujerubi Enterprises

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Narubi Selah

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Latasha S Williams

Latasha S Williams

Songwriter

Jesse West

Songwriter

Lyrics

Rap came from us

It started in the South Bronx

It started with conscious rappers

So to my brothers and sisters who are rappers

See, you're part of a scheme

But you don't realize you are an unwitting collaborator

In a scheme that is to destroy you and your future

Let's be very clear

I ain't here to drink beer, smoke weed

Shoot the breeze and break bread with you

I'm only here to resurrect the living dead with you

Thought it was some kind of a game, I'm not playing with you

I got the Moorish warlords with Moroccan sharks

Wars, Ethiopians with white face camouflage

Already disciplined and ready for that sabotage

You listen to Minaj? Word?

You should kill yourself and everybody that you came with

Arrangements, out of jurisdiction, no arraignment

My name gets mentioned through the ethers

Through high frequency speakers

Certified .45, get in line

Make this revolution rap your favorite pastime

Make listening to coon tune your very last time

Last time he was CO and now he's gangsta-fied

Pushing keys, catching bodies, man, somebody lied

I'd rather listen to that God noise

Levitate with fly boys

Organize an army, bang dead prez

Understand I'm not a missionary

Just the devil's adversary

Extraordinary, compliment the feds

And most listening are subject to conditioning

They need a hook, something snappy just to pull 'em in

I truly sympathize, I hope this pretty singing satisfies

Now should we get back to business then?

Separating Gods from the **** men

Separating chicken heads from the heroines

They tell me constantly that I should change my content

"You're just too conscious, maybe you should narrow in

Rhyme more about that street life heroine

Make it amplified, glorify the hell you're in"

But where the hell you been?

Clearly you don't know me then

Spit flame ethanol, Jada Pinkett set it off

I gang bang on opposition 'til his head is off

His arm, leg, leg, arm nailed to a cross

You're not a mob boss, Florentini Machiavelli

Close as you are to Italian is sauce and spaghetti

The flow is deadly, hip-hop jihad medley

They could tell I was a rebel the moment they met me

Gotta respect me, the .85 is wanna sex me

Occupied by the fives 'til I let 'em sweat me

You can bet me, Phoenix if they try to debt me

And the Republic of the Villains get ready to wreck me

I pull verses from my spleen for the have-nots

Who seem caught between the rocks and the hard spots

And most listening are subject to conditioning

They need a hook, something snappy just to pull 'em in

I truly sympathize, I hope this pretty singing satisfies

Now should we get back to business then?

I'm not the only one can tell that something's going on

We hustle harder every day and barely holding on

These big banks getting breaks that we'll be gully on

And they'll freeze your assets, keep your skully's on

The Saint Babylon upgraded red bottom

And he was about that revolution 'til the feds got him

My man Scott got three to five for a bag of weed

But be a priest and rape boys, walk scot-free

I bet you thinking that I'm kidding 'cause I'm throwing stones

It isn't me, it's ancient maces in my chromosomes

Impatient ancestors raging through my rhyme zones

Sea scrolls translated through a microphone

The freedom banger, hanger, Margaret Sanger

Planned Parenthood in every hood would like to thank her

Bankers, Rockefeller, Bilderberg, UNICOM

DuPont, IBM, UNICEF and Viacom

My verbal firearm annihilate their infrastructure

Comedic lexicon 'cause I don't speak the tongue of suckers

I born degrees of the royal pedigrees

And leaving me in sixteen in my afterbirth

Still

Most listening are subject to conditioning

They need a hook, something snappy just to pull 'em in

I truly sympathize, I hope this pretty singing satisfies

Now should we get back to business then?

Written by: Jesse West, Latasha S Williams

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