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Westsyde Bwoi Da Mixtape Vol.1
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Takin you back Freestyle Intro Yo, Westsyde Westsyde bwoi, hollup….come on…..haha Gee’d Gee’d up lets go…..Yes Boss I get it poppin’ get it poppin’ Still 90’s yo, still 90’s lets go…..come on Westcoast fellas then I’m back on this beat Hitting it hard then I gotta take it to the streets Pushing back the walls cause you know I got balls Mess with me I bury you deep blue in the sea The world on my shoulder real rap regime Red beams form decimal you think say na film Words out take me out its all about me Eating the game up another version of Grimm Im from the world where rap is the only food Freestyle habits we always keep it on the cool Throwing these words the rap king of the only jews Cats walk around cause im drunk on rap booze Adding up the numbers I’m taking the maths further Painting the game red pick one another Killing those wackness it’s a new world order Combined with coke so hommies don’t bother Murder the mic with own voice That’s the real bullet when you from the own state stage Suck the rhymes into my head getting the real set Sabotage the whole throne Im dropping these last few bars, a quick one I gotta do it on my verse,looking like the lyrics in my head Red fan, never giving up till I go to mars Hook Im taking it back to the way it used to be Still 90’s Im taking you back mehn, come on Still 90’s Naso, come on, lets go, still 90’s Short Verse Now, taking it back now It’s the real rap regime I’m taking it back now With stars on my shoulder im taking it back now Then I sit on the throne then you got to cut your cap for me, salute NASO It’s a Gee’d up thing when you rapping on this beat…Westcoast Then I got to hit it so tight… Ladies and gentle, CGP Ent, coldie gang Salute, NASO, still 90’s freestyle Taking it oldskool, its your bwoi Westsyde on this, come on Westsyde the Mixtape..hit it…… HARD TIMES PART 1 Westsyde (Yezzir) come on, its all pain in the world right now (All pain mehn), come on, le’go Metaphorically speaking, the world is at war Mathematically speaking it’s about to rain sours Blunt edges black armors going back and forth Dark skies, ash carbon and even smokes on shores Pandemic, Endemic moving on systematically Goosebumps appearing on skins gigantically Corona the covid the wicked pandemic Immune system boosting every prayers from the cleric Calling on the world order army to push down Jericho Rainbow spice shades going infinito A touch to the soul only God we gotta pray to Normal cycle basking in the brains, that’s a ghetto Show of shame, the leaders I say oh NO Bulletproof this and that white as the DC’s LOBO One of the 2 of the whole world new order Survival is the watchword pray for us oh GOD Pains on the flick everybody dying NCDC keeps dropping shots about dying No good sounds on the streets all we hear is sirens After this episode the world is gonna retiring Glasses touch, that’s a touch of victory Pope kneel down all day just to say his Rosary Check out the whole source, using its glossary Destroy the whole breed take it down with its ovaries Yea, Its all bad time in the world right now (its all bad time mehn), Corona the wicked pandemic Corona the covid, 2020, such a dark side of the year Salute to all you front line workers, doctors pharmacists, nurses, Yezzir All you essential workers, Big ups to out there, God keep your soul WOW, 2020 CGP ENTERTAINMENT Rest in peace to everyone who lost their lives to Covid 19 Its only gon’ get better, Westsyde bwoi Respect, Im out! SKY IS THE LIMIT (COVER) INTRO Yezzir, Westsyde, lets go, come on Cold gaaaaang, Yezzir, NASO Westsyde bwoi, the mixtape vol.1, lets go, come…..urghn! Started form the bottom now we here It’s all for the human race we never cart the air Looking into the skies directions is up there Red is my victory color, I light up my flare Plans to be drawn for the real perfect picture Plan is the parent to decide the real perfect picture In my head I always designed the real perfect picture 4 points to main center find me at the junction Looking very real X rid so simple Dots on my cheek when I laugh with a dimple Easy to say but the road is always wrinkled Double up the digits just to make it look so simple 2 night stand? never gonna be a single, urghn Getting this money will never be my second fiddle To my ears good sounds give me spirited jingle Sky is the limit rapping aloud is a bingo HOOK Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want Working on the basics in my mind lately Got few powers that I did stack smoothly Heads up till it pays off, keep it so holy RONIN with number 48 I’mma beat that surely You can always be whatever you wish Always pray and practice whatever you preach War of the worlds, everything is just under siege Connect the real zone, never try to break the bridge Hard times popping up never ever try to flinch God is the perfect being, he fixes the glitch Color is the game rise to my own pitch Pick myself up even after falling in the ditch Eazy-E!!!(Rest in peace) Keep resting in peace Speeding away in pursuit of the Golden Fleece Work so hard, just to pay my own school fees Branch filled with hope numbers 2’s and 3’s….Yes Boss HOOK Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want Sky is the limit let me keep pressing on Race of the imma keep pressing on Decades after decades we always keep marching on Winning all the time like its another coupon The world is filled with a different kind of storm Working all day and night even move with none Giving birth to the success haters burn Even if quickly burn as the hurting sun Never get moved for the haters are so churned Sweat is on you we salute and shun Life and death is a veil getting torn Running from the past im never gonna be Euban Thorn I just give it for you to stand tall Never give up even Salah had to put it on Never stop, only keep going on Even the devil don’t know whats going on…..Westsyde, drop it now, come on, NASO HOOK Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have (sky is the limit, I sign out) HARD TIMES 2 Yezzir, westsyde, come….coldganggggg You gotta see when im rapping Westcoast boy cause im popping now VERSE Conspiracies be making ways into the system Full fledge hatred blowing steams into the systems Dark days going by in the world counting bodies Parallel universe interphase getting O’foggings Naija going dark, people dying in the north The Americans white killing blacks’ blood flowing forth Global massacre no orders from the world court Systems keeps working for the rich its all mode slot Restricted patterns we draw strength from the base Control the strategies power fall on the big mace Boxes of paper coloured in different black cases Never flown but Abacha is got more loots in spaces Men and women we keep the world going round Speaking the truth much love keeps us abound Fighting unseen battles pushing us to aground We can't wait for the trumpet just to sound aloud Too much pain going in and out of the world Reversible reaction n moving in and out of the world People speaking up because its really going mad crazy Power to the people this ain't my own democracy You call the bad word saying it ain't racy See through you like you putting on the cloth lacy Social media keeps up the check for the real frenzy They say opor in my language and that’s very plenty What is plenty than the pain right now Its eaten so deep its time we got to bow Putting the enemies down and they say it’s a foul We be doing good and they keep asking how The real life is all you being original Finishing the greatest looking very very clinical The buttons to success is automatically digital Im alpha, omega and finally the finisher We can only heal the world really so quick Come together and grown bigger than the clique Structures going bigger and gather than the physique Many can't see far, very myopic Even ABK roundabout them sabi say I be like OPIC (GBA) No dark shades our energies be going so splufik Bleaching away the haters omo no be by jik Ara mio o ya them say the world is so sick That’s your boy westsyde, I gotta rap on this Its all pain in the world right nowwwwwwww I gotta flex on this This is where I gotta flex my muscles Its all real pain mehnn, so much pain in the world right now Cold gang…what it do Yo, 16year old girl being killed in lagos, people dying in the north General massacre, the world is on fire Pray for us o God, its your boy Westsyde and im signing out STREET TRIBUTE INTRO Get your money and run run run…… HOOK Get your money and run run run, don’t stop cos price is your life 2x Its all expensive joke till you hit The trigger finger till you get it Diffusing on block, one bullet for the Glock One left the chamber, quickly then you will know that life sucks Let me quickly take you down the memory lane I was only 16 moving out smooth as a plane But the hommies do claim no gain no pain Talks always goes thus if you die whats the gain? Moving down the street I had a very loud bang It was all green and black from the common street gang There was a story of a boy the future clubba lang He was just being covered before the very loud bang No one saw this coming he got surrounded Screams like “You ain't bulletproof now, you gounded” 1 shot, 2 shots and the 3r it all sounded The boy left this world as if say he don janded HOOK Get your money and run run run, don’t stop cos price is your life 4x Every other day something happens on the block Streets of life haters do strap up their own Glocks Its like facing a test even though you pass the mock 16s on this beat this engine never go knock First rule in life is to make your money and count Then run your race coded and always blunt Don’t stop moving don’t ever even try to flaunt Cradle to the grave money make their own flaunt Dotun never forget you got a space in my heart You were a true brother always played your own good parts From the heavens GOD will send your own fire cart Intelligent, resilient, superb and always smart This world is a race don’t end up like clubba Later the gang said he messed up and he was murdered We all cried even the father plus the mother Its all life race is not over until its over HOOK Get your money and run run run, don’t stop cos price is your life 6x Rest in Peace Adedotun Adenopo SUN UP (COVER) Westsyde, come on, wadido..sun up HOOK Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up Sunday to Saturday, we always hustle up Everyday of the week, we gotta double up At the end of the day champagne we pop Pass me the glass cling with cup Blood bone and sweat, is all we got Days of our lives is never going short Prayers everyday, my gee’s go to church No be say e easy but we got bills to sort Load of my hommies mehn still find it hard I always wish life to be in touch Flashlight so linear till I see it touch Glory be to God, he’s our own touch HOOK Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up Lets get back to the game, I always do Been staying so long I can come in two’s Flowing so smooth, always speaking the truth Got power in my lines, james got the truth Me and rap music we be like glue You heard about my songs, the lies are true Working so hard, hustling on the move Box up the money, we speak in juke During the midnight the work be going good In the day time put the table out the food Heavy eyes with lids so cool Westsyde bwoi sun up till we dope too HOOK Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up Real life talk, real life….lets go Salute to every hustler out there….salute This one is for you, CGP ENT FULLSQUAD, wadido…..Boss Adriel clothing’s, Deeone ventures, Melange Keep working hard, may God bless our hustle Real touch, come on… HOOK Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up Salute to all the hustlers out there Boss Westsyde the mixtape, leggo….ughnnn!!! Gee’d up, sign out, YES BOSS!
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