OG eXCEL - FIRST UP

FIRST UP – eXCEL (Instrumental: Kan Kick – On The Lookout)

Yeah, listen up, it’s motherfuking OG eXCEL,
Last name Emperor, Supreme, b!tches fukin’ address me as Noel.
14 minutes of bullets gleaming, metal steaming, heads colliding to the shell.
Born a badass. At 9, I brought a prostitute to show and tell.

My age denying me of my passion, when I tryna change society.
Mess with me and you’ll meet extirpation, one glare crowds start to flee.
Verbally abusing, rightfully choosing, I’m on a killing spree.
Coming home, taking thrones, K to the I to the N to the G.
Don’t know if that sh!t wasn’t clear, I’m essentially royalty.
All these other rappers, with their bullshitty moralities.
Call me fuking Holmes, cause I’m unravelling these mysteries,
That encapsulate the struggling middle class and their fuking repetitive miseries.

I rapture my existence, leadin’ to the new dimension.
Newest intervention, the best around, refrain my motherfukin’ mention.
After your 30 years of grinding, your end result a crappy pension.
Switch for the UZI, spray and pray, release this accumulated tension.
Sh!t, that’s a new invention, forget the apprehension.
Adding a new extension, greeted by my condescension.
I swear to god, a drop to the bucket. My list of suspensions.
All this sin worth sh!t, it’s fair I ain’t getting no ascension.

Look, honestly, this shits clearly fukin' insane.
Sure, I may be young, but I know this sh!t ain’t no game.
I’m a King, ruling my iron reign from my brain.
I will kill, so from aggravation I recommend you refrain.

Bullet spitting, lyric shitting, numerous labels I keep hitting.
Time’s ticking, keep the spitting, lyrical genius is what I committing.
Bodies splitting, I’m not permitting, mass homicide I’m admitting.
Verse emitting, detonator clicking, buried alive long ago, but I’m still kicking.

<PAUSE> I’m still kicking.

I’m Fourteen years old, but my age’s motherfuking defied.
Jealousy turning cold, enfueled by their raging eyes.
B!tches arisin’ in their folds, all the rappers meet their demise.
Sh!t, teachers screamin’ bold, I swear I never plagiarized.

Drowning in the clumped darkness of this mental abyss.
One opportunity, take advantage of this hit and miss.
My career, coming near, grabbing the wheel and I steer,
Sharp as a spear, digging in, I’m not taking the piss.

Gun cocked to my eye, down the barrel I aim.
Suicidal tendencies begin to drain, accumulating the fame.
Pass the blame, take the pain, being judged and shamed
Fuk the Heavens, pull the 5-7, Satan’s engulfing me in flames.

Out my head these lyrics keep perpetually spewing.
Metallic ring of bullets out the barrel keep imbuing.
Like a stray dog, at the end of the rope I’m chewing.
Gripping tight, waiting till my next record flew in.
Keep on Queuing, complex controversial phrases I threw in.
Met by a grin, fuk with me and you’ll release concentrated sin.
Impoverished to prosperous, a single spin to win.
Testing their luck, the poor’s money begins to fin.
The questions not when to end, but why’d you begin?

Corrupt government’s filled with their rigged probabilities,
Drowned by poverty, defiled by fake possibilities.
Cheating money out of the desperate, the impoverished that can’t see.
Teasing those who want financial freedom but lack the ability.



Look, I leave the others rappers wallowin’ in their dismay,
A brief flick of a clip, and the click in the AK and I commence to slay.
Ripping through this sh!t, my rap skills are on display.
Fitted by the kit, spitting on this sh!t, out I go into the fray.

I’m a fuking speed demon, fiery lines I keep reading, now out of breath I’m heaving.
All these fukers around, sprouting lies, they I despise, they’re deceiving.
Light sprouted on this clumped darkness, still and lifeless, I still remain believing.
Bereaving, I achieving, script reading, hope needing, life lacks its initial meaning.

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