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It's Official

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Hip-Hop/Rap

It's Official was released on January 1, 2008 by Parlophone Sweden as a part of the album Outside Looking In

Song Details

AlbumOutside Looking In

Release DateJanuary 1, 2008

LabelParlophone Sweden

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LIFE

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

M Smith, C Knapper

M Smith, C Knapper

Composer

Lyrics

Yeah

DJ Napper, Lyfe MC

Straight out of Marsh Nam, Hurley City

Yo

Marsh Nam

I draw bigger crowds than NASA for my album launch

I do a sellout world tour alone without support

Don't doubt the force

Lyfe'll take you out without remorse

Get hung, drawn, quartered on mics, and scalped for sure

For every verse you heard me spit, I got a thousand more

You try diss me and get yourself clapped like a round of applause

I'm renowned for my raw, lyrics that come outta my jaw

My sound is mature, and without me there's no sound anymore

Fuck a penny, better give me a million pound for my thoughts

Respect me on mics, or end up underground as a corpse

I was born with five mics in my hand

No man can play with this

I mean to the streets what the devil means to a Satanist

The way I spray my shit, even atheists

Are putting their faith in this

I'm stable, not unstable, like a three-legged table is

The underground underdog who ended up as favorite

Sharp as a razor is, shoot lasers at most dangerous

Ain't faking it

Hard worker, never on that lazy tip

Put my back into it like **** growing slavery ships

Gotta- gotta- gotta- gotta take the pain and go against the grain

Like...

Now it's official

Here I come

Nice in the studio and live on stage

Who flips the mic so well?

Lyfe

I battle competition till there ain't no contest left

My CD's a compact disc of compressed death

Murder MCs whether they from overseas or they local

With killer vocals, wrote with a pen, with ink from Chernobyl

I don't use amateur weapons, brother, nothing but Pro Tools

And in the lab I don't restrict myself 'cause music has no rules

My tunes are transglobal

While people from the media and news are

Telling you my point of views are antisocial

I'm a rapper, not a gangster, hear the great one talk

I use a pen and pad and write more lines than Kate Moss snorts

As real as it gets, I got respect, I ain't no fraud

My vocal chords are chopping up beats like the blade of a sword

When I get hot, you see hip-hop, it starts to sweat from my pores

Hit any subject with plenty of depth and rep for the cause

Mentally raw, there ain't a thing that you could do to this man

Throw up perms, but even in a war I'm cool in the gang

Been spitting jewels since the pram, since then I grew to a man

Stay true as I can and I hit you with my musical plan

And Lyfe, I'm going underground, just like that tune from the Jam

And when you think I can't get deeper, Lyfe, I usually can

For real

Now it's official

Here I come

Nice in the studio and live on stage

Who flips the mic so well?

Lyfe

I'm a flame thrower spitting rap fires

Some people see me as a prophet like

John the Baptist, the son of Zacharias

My songs will leave you inspired, a kid you admire

The most gifted of rhymers in lyrical lyrics and cyphers

Whether you religious or righteous, gangster or thuggish

You have to acknowledge the size of my raps to be

Astronomic, like a Cheech and Chong bong of chronic

My tracks are high grade, exciting the

Industry like finding DAPs in the ice age

I take you by surprise like night raids

I'm a starving artist, my ribs are

Showing like those kids from Life Aid

My metaphors could take on Randy Couture in a fight cage

You might be ready for war but ain't ready for Lyfe rage

Lyrically armed to the teeth, like troops with arms

An emperor building my dynasty like Kublai Khan

I have you tripping like those American troops in Nam

Lyfe, I was born to be a soldier like the youths in Saddam

You can't touch me, like losing the use of your arms

I'm like the Bible 'fore they removed the truth from the Psalms

I'm sicker than a sickle cell anemic bulimic quadriplegic

With a style spreading quicker than untreated diseases

Leave you in pieces, MCs know you fear my releases, 'cause

On mics I've earned a million more stripes than Adidas

Now it's official

Here I come

Nice in the studio and live on stage

Who flips the mic so well?

Lyfe

Now it's official

Here I come

Nice in the studio and live on stage

Who flips the mic so well?

Lyfe

Written by: C Knapper, M. Smith

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