The real definition of drama...
I'm Nox. I'm 21 years old. I've been rapping for as long as I can remember. When I was 14 I did a small demo tape on a karoke machine, the quality was horrible, but it was my first step in the right direction. From there I went to studios, paying out of my own pocket, and here's what I came up with from the ages of 18 - 20. I am now 21.
Story behind the song
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Lyrics
it's when motha fuckas steppin' up and catchin you sleepin
they caught you slippin at the last of the weekend
it's when the crews they attackin' with deepen
it's when you runnin and dodgin bobbin and weavin
duckin' and leap in to the back of the store
while they sit back, laughin and blast at the door
your half kneelin', half on the floor
and you're bleedin', and packin', strapped but you're sore
so you catch your breath while you lay and you stare
you realize, life's a bitch and they don't care
about a damned thing, that you tryin' to say
cuz these motha fucka's broke, your demise is pay
you try to go out the back and you dodgin' the shells
knowin' one wrong step and you fallin' to hell
sweat pourin' down your face, blood drippin' down your body
finally get to the back, and it's covered with a shotty
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it's when you get that call, in the middle of the night
to add a lil bit of bite to the riddle of your life
and a little bit of strife, even though you don't need it
life's a game, you plainly can't beat it
it's impossible, too many obstacles
get back on your feet, can't drop or pull
the brakes, keep makin' a fool's mistakes
an early grave awaits, the rules of fate
change for no man, it's stained the soul and
you can't stop, pull the reigns, you're slowin'
your veigns are swollen, but mane keep goin'
get on top, through the dames and hoes when
they throwin' theyselves at your feet, they at they peak
and they eyelashes bat, they speak
sayin' all kinds of shit, to get into your money clip
you gotta keep walkin', even though that honey's thick
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it's when you livin' a life, and you tryin' to be content
but the bills are pilin' up, and you lyin' bout your rent
to the landlord, just beggin' for extra time
but she a damned whore, and aint walkin' the extra line
so you find yourself sleepin' in a drivers seat
with a child in the back, who don't know the time to speak
every night you cry and weep, cry yourself to sleep
and you don't know what to do when it's that time to eat
so you go that extra step, try to land a decent job
but they keep sayin' no, life demands you sneak and rob
so you do what you gotta do, you beg to be forgiven
you don't know if you was murdered, is it hell or is it heaven
you check the 6 shooter, and you countin' out your 7
with 1 in the barrel, and 6 to leave em deadened
but that's only if they don't hand over the briefcase
you put it in they face, and asks how that heat taste
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that's drama, that's real
that's when you to the point to kill
that's when time don't heal
but that's when it's time to deal
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