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New Whirl Odor

Public Enemy

New Whirl Odor

2005

For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin' me
ain't no mystery

wonder what i've become?

From NERD IN THE TRAP
To 4PLAY and DARK ZEXAL
This one's special
A nerdy dude on DRILL BEATS?
He destroy any track he get next

nothing rly changed
[And i feel]
Blown away by applause

Life is a rollercoaster
Gotta tug the boat first
Tryna be that goat word
At the very least

own life
I was willing able breathing knew I had to do it right
Hit up KD on the line bring the beats I got the mic
Quit the 9-5 and grinded future

moves for the racks see
Nah I ain't Daniel son so you can't wax me
It's Jay Gats on a Track
With Rell from the Nine seven three

Finessin', finessin',

It's Lila, African Australian
People think I'm alien
My plays a gradient
My beats radient
Here to stir the pot
Or even toke pot
In ma smoke spot
Hit

Im blind by the light, im high as a kite
55 kilos is still kinda light
And 5ft 7 is no kind oh height
As long as im driven, ill maki it through

be a day
My tracks make a million
Bow to the king while I make a beat
It'll take like three so have yourself a seat
And let me show you why no one can

Iraq 
Rolling up cookie it calm my nerves and keep my mind on track

Verse 5
Must be getting old now I can't trust a soul
Hustle by myself trying to live

rolling, rolling me
I got hella tracks on deck
Gas tank still on E
But the moneys coming in so I
Just spend it on the beats
Invested in my future
Y'all think

a choice follow in my father's steps
Or man up and get farther yet, father with the steps
Sort it with four quarters or four tracks
Before orders of four

got the Beat, I'm in Need of a Verse
Deep in mediation, (Om) I'm Leaving this Earth
Without the Need of a Foreign Substance
I'm moving fast, without

It's like green screen
The way we changed up the scene
Chain with the cross on it
Lamb shank with the cabernet sauce on it
And act a beat with the boss

cooking up a jam
Just like a convertible you know that we drop it
Track seven to heaven I'm driving into boston
Way back then the question was would I ever

I'm eight hundred and two, out of the seven hundred and thirteen and I'm here to make Money
I don't be playin' around when I'm hoppin' on tracks in this

to me

And the old heads at my job, they boast the time they've put in on their shoulders
Five, six, seven years of their lives spent coming to this one

and Amber Carrington
Recorded at: Nashville Demo Factory
Engineered by: Drew Middleton
Mastered by: Drew Middleton 
Produced by: Steven Cade
Songwriters:

Bars connect to the beat like EE,
If she look 4G, snap me,
I’m her zombie, she double tap me,
Feed her chocolate from my factory, 

I’m no Angel though,

From the time I had to cut the rope
Zeptolab
Om Nom beats like it's cut the rope

Track like a runner
Cuz I bolt motherfuckers
Clouded vision upper

dayz 
Yeah yeah
Playing they be playing 
I ain't playing no games
We gone be alright
We gone be all fine
I just wanna ride 
Team all by my side 
To many

for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight

Everyone claim they the goat
Guess I'm a lion
I'm flying
No lying
No cap
When I rap
First LP, the shit had 7 tracks
And all off them slap
Time only

if you ain't ethered the cause,
king of applause (yay!) beats the garbage flood for ten(?),
porn king of newyork, alley punk perv scum,
waddle

So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!

(here we go again! haha! hey tech,