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Remix FileS Vol​.​1

by NAASA

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[Verse 1] Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there’s coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I’ll do either I love pussy, I love bitches, dude, I should be runnin’ PETA In Adidas, with some short shorts, B-O-O all over me My green is where it's supposed to be, your green is in my grocery This Asian dude, I stole his girl, and now he got that Kogi beef My dick is like an accent mark, it’s all about the over Es Hot like a parked car I sound weird, like "nigga" with a hard 'R' Fly like the logo on my cousin’s 440 Eatin’ Oreos like these white girls that blow me Vodka for my ladies, whiskey for a grown man Hangin’ in the islands, lookin’ for Earl like Toejam I made the beat retarded, so I’m callin’ it a slow jam Butcher and I know it, man, kill beef, go ham These rappers are afraid of him Cause I’m a beast, bitch, "grrr" - Invader Zim Gambino is a call girl: fuck you, pay me Brand new whip for these niggas like slavery Told me I was awful and that shit did not phase me Tell me how I suck again, my memory is hazy “You're my favorite rapper now!” Yeah, dude, I better be Or you can fuckin’ kiss my ass: Human Centipede You wanna see my girl? I ain’t that dumb You wanna see my girl? Check Maxim "Man, why does every black actor gotta rap some?” I don’t know, all I know is I’m the best one [Verse 2] You know these rapper dudes talk shit, start killin’ Fuck that, got goons like an archvillain I’m from the South, ain’t got no accent, don’t know why So this rap is child’s play, I do my name like Princess Di Yeah, they say they want the realness, rap about my real life Told me I should just quit: “First of all, you talk white! Second off, you talk like you haven't given up yet" Rap's stepfather, yeah, you hate me but you will respect I put in work, ask Ludwig Put my soul on the track like shoes did Played this for my cousin, now he can’t even think straight Black and white music? Now, nigga, that’s a mixtape Shoutout to my blerds, they represent the realness Shoutout to Gambino Girls, my dick is in the building I know you hate me cause your little cousin play me out I like black girls who nerdy but when they dance they be sayin' "Owwww" I'm sorry for who followed me Chillin’ with a Filipina, at your local Jollibee Yeah, I’m in her ass like sodomy So if you see my hand under the table, don’t bother me I don't talk soft, that's that other guy I’m screamin’ “What the fuck is up?” like I ain't seen the sky The shit I’m doin’ this year? Insanity Made the beat then murdered it: Casey Anthony These rappers don’t know what to do Cause all I did was act me like a Looney Toon And I’ll give you all of me until there’s nothing left I swear this summer will be summer Camp, bitch
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[Verse 1] They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone" So on that note, I'm leaving after the song So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnes Reeves Who made love under the sycamore tree, which makes me A more sicker M.C. and my momma would claim At 10 pounds, when I was born I didn't give her no pain Although through the years I gave her her fair share I gave her her first real scare I made up for birth when I got here She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect, I care But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted [Interlude: Gloria Carter] Shawn was a very shy child growing up He was into sports and a funny story is At 4 he taught himself how to ride a bike A 2 wheeler at that, isn't that special? But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up [Verse 2] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me And my momma couldn't beat me Hard enough to match the pain of my pops not seeing me, so With that disdain in my membrane Got on my pimp game Fuck the world, my defense came Then DeHaven introduced me to the game Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine I'm a hustler now My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd And all the wavy light-skinned girls is loving me now My self-esteem went through the roof, man, I got my swag Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had Supposedly, knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap But that came second to me moving this crack Gimme a second, I swear I will say about my rap career Til '96 came, niggas I'm here Good-bye [Interlude: Gloria Carter] Shawn use to be in the kitchen Beating on the table and rapping Until the wee hours of the morning And then I bought him a boom box And his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble [Verse 3] Good-bye to the game, all the spoils, the adrenaline rush Your blood boils you in the spot, knowing cops could rush And you in a drop, you're so easy to touch No two days are alike Except the first and fifteenth, pretty much And "trust" is a word you seldom hear from us Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up And the drought will define a man when the well dries up You learn the worth of water without work, you thirst til you die, yup! And niggas get tied up for product And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up To show mothers they really got em And this was the stress I lived with till I decided To try this rap shit for a living I pray I'm forgiven For every bad decision I made Every sister I played Cause I'm still paranoid to this day And it's nobody's fault I made the decisions I made This is the life I chose, or rather, the life that chose me [Outro] If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
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released September 28, 2014

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