Nonfiction - Mojo (Remastered)

One time for your muthafuckin' mind
Two times for your grind my niggas
WhizTown, Alabama stand up
Prichard, Alabama stand up

I'm doing what I want to they're doing what they can
These haters looking funny 'cause they know that I'm the man
Got my mojo back pimping and doing my thang
Putting it down with the rap but sometimes I wanna sang
I'm doing what I want to they're doing what they can
These haters looking funny 'cause they know that I'm the man
Got my mojo back pimping and doing my thang
Put it down with the rap but sometimes I wanna sang

Killing these rookie niggas like ducks on Duck Hunt
Soon as they think I'm finished I hit 'em with a gut punch
I'm smooth and melodic, that's just my style
It's more to come so stay tuned and don't touch that dial
Fuck an episode bitch I'm on a whole different channel
A born leader stay on the straight and narrow like a channel
The clock steady ticking don't be wasting your time
The spirit move me to spit nothing but truth in my rhyme
It's one time for your mind, two times for your grind
'Bout to get back on my grizzly 'cause I'm ready to shine
You can hate but fact remains I'm ahead of my time
Niggas caught up in the matrix I don't fuck with their kind
So put some pep in your step or I'ma leave you behind
Some people got their eyes open but don't see that they're blind
I'm at war with demons fighting for a peace of my mind
Life is a puzzle put together one piece at a time
That's NonFiction

I'm doing what I want to they doing what they can
These haters looking funny 'cause they know that I'm the man
Got my mojo back pimping and doing my thang
Putting it down with the rap but sometimes I wanna sang
I'm doing what I want to they doing what they can
These haters looking funny 'cause they know that I'm the man
Got my mojo back pimping doing my thang
Put it down with the rap but sometimes I wanna sang

Got the heart of a hustler and the mind of a G
These lame-ass niggas ain't fucking with E-A-P
Getting knowledge from scholars mannerisms of a pimp
These rappers wearing skinny jeans looking like some wimps
I'm just saying how I feel, never biting my tongue
Raised in that south where you never fight from a run
I mean, you never ran from a fight
Not fairy-telling you can't be the man overnight
But see I'm well on my way, focused on getting pay
Spitting game to them hoes who hoping I'm on the way
Trying to give you real shit on the double like undele'
Get to wrecking the mic and leave it frozen like Glacier Bay
Tend to get off in my zone at that golden time of day
Jamming Frankie Beverly and Maze or Sade
Every time I hit the highway does it the fly way
So bow down and show some respect to a nigga from PA
Huh

I'm doing what I want to they doing what they can
These haters looking funny 'cause they know that I'm the man
Got my mojo back pimping and doing my thang
Putting it down with the rap but sometimes I wanna sang
I'm doing what I what I want to they doing what they can
These haters looking funny 'cause they know that I'm the man
Got my mojo back pimping and doing my thang
Put it down with the rap but sometimes I wanna sang

Now you go do your thing I'ma do mine
Fine I'ma sip some wine and stay connected with the divine
Some wouldn't know truth unless it duked 'em in the face
But the truth of the matter's that the truth don' been erased
How can you deny it when the proof is up in your face
Slap the shit out a nigga
Leave him toothless and with the shakes
A real-ass nigga exclusively 'bout his cake
Such a trill-ass nigga undoubtedly he don't play
Putting it down fresher than Cool Water cologne
So fucking clean cut just call him Razor Ramon
Living on the edge but not flicking no toothpick
Unless after I eat up some beef deep as a soup dish
Gon' never ever quit spitting like this for years
For that shitty music got toilet paper for my ears
Nothing will come between my music especially peers
Long as I'm still breathing and got the power of will
Five mil

Written by:
Edward Parker

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