ConneXion is the ongoing project of two UNSIGNED emcees.. Canadian-based FallenSoldia and ShockWave outta the UK..
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,311
Peak in subgenre #730
Author
ConneXion
Rights
2003
Uploaded
October 22, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The only time we've remixed one of our own tracks..
Lyrics
ShockWave :
Lyrically Blessed and we’re back with the remix
Second time around for anyone who didn’t feel it
Leave ya ears bleedin.. making an impact like Mr. E did
ConneXion still up in this motherfucker.. better believe it
Leave u paraplegic… cos my gift is ur curse
And the scripts I disperse.. are so sick that it hurts
Im equipped with the words.. to leave u ripped in the dirt
cos ya fuckin with death - like ya put ya dick in a hearse
I been spittin since birth.. and still actin the same
Cos I know my childhood was just a practice for fame
I’ll take an axe to ya brain.. leavin all my tracks up in flames
cos im number one on the mic.. like T-Mac in this game (T-Mac = Tracy McGrady)
so if its decks that im flippin.. or its text that im rippin
Im perfectin my spirit.. just to put some stress on ya image
So I guess that they mimic.. cos im blessed with the lyrics
That the best of the rest test when they mess with the illest
Fallen Soldia :
I’m lyrically blessed,
I’m the one your hearin when your hearin the best./
I put that fear in your chest, and lay your spirit to rest/
I’m clearing the set with sheer intellect.
So get serious when/ you stand against Connexion./
We’ll shatter your reflection, and blast all misconceptions./
Laugh at who we mention without/ admirable affection.
The task that we are setting/ is fast and swiftly spreading.
To rappers that are fretting./
Like a pregnant woman fucking, we’re leaving heads bumping/
Although the bass is thumpin, all you’ll feel is lead pumpin./
Step up and check what the rest love to test.
Cause from audio to text we’re the best so respect./
While Nameless remains less then famous,/
We’re shamelessly spraying our vain text,/ we’re strange vets./
This may vex and strain heads. The lame dread our name cuz./
We spray red from faces with nay rest, so play dead or pray that/
We aren’t breaking outta this beat, with astounding retreat/
And pounding the street./ Whats that?/ Sounds like defeat./
Round ‘em up E,/ cuz Flawless aint shit.
The Arts will kill you individually,/ with all the same spit./
And Dynasty will die nasty, we’ll straighten out their necks./
Fakin with the best will get you shakin out your vests./
When you speak,/ I hear your voices quaking in your chest./
So hit them with another, Shock they’re waiting for the rest./
ShockWave :
yea im blessed lyrically.. and theres no getting rid of me
Cos Shock’s goin nowhere like the statue of liberty
I kill opponents, diss ya fucked up teeth and ya hair
cos when I “Raise the Steaks” u know that there’ll be “Beef in the Air”
so ya lifes useless.. we got the weapons to wound with
We’re Merciless Artists.. we could never be foolish
The whole truth is.. that we’re clever and ruthless
And rumour is we’re two of the illest spitters ever to do this
