A lil' somethin 4 the Dirty South - The 1st track from my new double cd , 'Dark Waters'
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Location: Phenix City, AL
Personnel: Joby Phillips: Producer/artist/CEO of Def For Life Records/Soul Mafia Enterprises
Story behind the song
This track was originally done with an old school feel to it. Nobody was really feeling it at first (niether was I). This version has recieved much better feedback. This is also track #1 from my upcoming double CD "Dark Waters/Options"
Lyrics
"Words"
one-two, one two
it's the one they call Daneja Mentale coming through
with a new bag of tricks in the mix
been gone for a while, now I'm black on the street with a new fix
for 16 years been making hits for the underground
I drop the bass cause I know you like that thunder sound
competition nowadays, yo they don't come around
brotha you ain't hard, yo you need to put those guns down
this is real hip-hop not shoot 'em bang-bang
I never change for the mainstream, I do my own thing
do what'cha want but trust me son you'll never gain
creative freedom, that's something that majors retain
I bring that heat flame, refrain from being plain
the game won't be the same, bring shame to all you lames
I always stay the same, never been the one to compromise
I'm a hustler so you know I know how to make them green guys
suckas despise what my crew can do
and if you suckas don't have a clue, well that sucks for you
I would say "F" you, but I ain't gonna curse
but believe me when I speak b, yo these words gonna hurt
brothas think that, just because i say a simple rhyme
they be like move over Daneja, it's our time
I don't know whether to laugh, get ill, or get wild
cause brothas don't realize, I got so many styles
that can mess with your nerves, and from the B.S. I heard
the only way you can get me is when I mess up my words
but that's a minimum incident, brothas ain't got no common sense
actin' like they're thugs or militant
but say what you like, I'm not a precher, Troy be the pastor
Ol' Dirty be the bastard, but I'mma be the master
you're debating on who be the best in the game
I declaimed that title, but yo, a brotha's far from being lame
no, not tryin' to change the game, just add something to it
make it authentic cause these mad-asses won't do it
that's why hip-hop is ruined, now you're persuin' because you're hatin'
to call me simple but that's what makes me complicated
suckas despise what my crew can do
and if you suckas don't have a clue, well that sucks for you
I would say "F" you, but I ain't gonna curse
but believe me when I speak b, yo these words gonna hurt
