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Prelude Video (MV)




Performed By: N-Sayne
Length: 1:40
Written by: Jacob Cochrane, Patrick Doyle




N-Sayne - Prelude Lyrics




Imma tell you something straight off the motherf*cking press. I aint come here for no foolishness

Hold my drink let me think as I bless this record
The legacy continues as we demonstrate the method
Since back when I showed Pat my beatbox's on cassette
Got sick cats coming to me for help so call me the vet
I'm Obie Wan. the force is strong last names Kenobi
Ninja slicing samples on the tracks so call me ShinobI
If you think I'm quitting this rap shit you mustn't know me
Hip hop's the only thing I've started and kept going
I'm hitting hard like skaters, face planting that concrete
Long lasting impressions leave a stain like bong teeth
Give it up to the lads who never needed song sheets
Instead we rapping to the slaps of walking thong feet
Give me a carton to get me started bottoms up to the lads
Who kept it real when the only fans we had were our dads
Top dogs while the other rats ran for the cheddar
No matter the weather N-Sayne is stronger than ever

Im as cold as ice cream as hot as the sun gets
As picturesque as the top of a mountain and a sunset
I still eat these beats like I order off the menu
Serve my bars up raw like a sushi chef do
I've got a lot on my plate takes a heap to feed a monster
When all you eat is MC's you only get stronger
We're all born terminal, I was born the sickest
You were born unlucky with your six digits
All I own are the songs that I make
And that evil currency I use to blow bongs in ya face
I'm not the cream of the crop I'm the creme of the lot
I've got dreams of the top of the scene I've seen a lot
I wanna reign and bring it in till "bring it on" is in ya noggin
The scene needs a makeover like a dog needs a floggin
I'm the man to provide the smackdown with a chokeslam
And ram ya skull into the ground with no hands

You don't understand, I aint scared of you motherf*ckers. Kick it
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Imma tell you something straight off the motherf*cking press. I aint come here for no foolishness

Hold my drink let me think as I bless this record
The legacy continues as we demonstrate the method
Since back when I showed Pat my beatbox's on cassette
Got sick cats coming to me for help so call me the vet
I'm Obie Wan. the force is strong last names Kenobi
Ninja slicing samples on the tracks so call me ShinobI
If you think I'm quitting this rap shit you mustn't know me
Hip hop's the only thing I've started and kept going
I'm hitting hard like skaters, face planting that concrete
Long lasting impressions leave a stain like bong teeth
Give it up to the lads who never needed song sheets
Instead we rapping to the slaps of walking thong feet
Give me a carton to get me started bottoms up to the lads
Who kept it real when the only fans we had were our dads
Top dogs while the other rats ran for the cheddar
No matter the weather N-Sayne is stronger than ever

Im as cold as ice cream as hot as the sun gets
As picturesque as the top of a mountain and a sunset
I still eat these beats like I order off the menu
Serve my bars up raw like a sushi chef do
I've got a lot on my plate takes a heap to feed a monster
When all you eat is MC's you only get stronger
We're all born terminal, I was born the sickest
You were born unlucky with your six digits
All I own are the songs that I make
And that evil currency I use to blow bongs in ya face
I'm not the cream of the crop I'm the creme of the lot
I've got dreams of the top of the scene I've seen a lot
I wanna reign and bring it in till "bring it on" is in ya noggin
The scene needs a makeover like a dog needs a floggin
I'm the man to provide the smackdown with a chokeslam
And ram ya skull into the ground with no hands

You don't understand, I aint scared of you motherf*ckers. Kick it
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Writer: Jacob Cochrane, Patrick Doyle
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