[Intro: [Casino, 1995] (Sam “Ace” Rothstein):]
“No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he’ll come back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he’ll keep comin’ back and back until one of you is dead.”
[Verse 1: Chyme]
Age twelve when mi start to rap
We used to write raps after class
Write during English and after math
Or chill after prep then write after dark
Short sighted but no cataract
So, me still wear the glasses to counteract
Mi nuh pree when they start to chat
Mi nuh send what they talk about
What they won yan about, huh
Had to get out the cycle
Just like Jackson, still keep my cool
I’m gone like a rifle
Chief in my village, I’m keeping my title
Check on your vitals
The shit that you rolled out was dead on arrival
Oh, you think you my rival
We both towers. You Pisa, you leaning. I’m Eiffel
Stuck in a lie, ain’t had that talk in a while
Things that I knew could be mine, all in due time
Just do the grind and truss you’ll be shocked by the shit you’ll find
Open your mind (open your mind)
Yeah, open your mind (let it all inside)
[Chorus: Chyme]
All this shit I know now, wish back then I knew well
Put my bucket in deep for some water not knowing, oh well
Plus, I’m thirsty thirsty. Got the fire, do feel like hell
Red hot, green trees, white flag, oh Noelle
[Bridge: Gamou]
Pas de temps pour le love, c’est le rush tous les jours, pas de pause, je m’épuise, quand je sors le matin je rentre le soir pour dormir
Je traîne pas, je me pousse à bout parce que le temps n’attend pas
Ils le savent et je le sais
Ils observent, ils portent l’œil
Je me motive, je les surprend, je me surpasse
La routine me tourne la tourne la tourne la tête et je cours et je cours et jamais je ne m’arrête. Je peux pas je peux pas me le permettre non
Non non non
[Verse 2: Chyme]
Verse 2!
Mami a dime
Mami and I
Mami and I in Miami
Mami and I getting high
Mami try go M.I.A on M.I
Mr. Incredible I
Mami try go from mi amore, mon ami
Then text me to ask that incredible why
Like thought you’s a credible guy (yeah)
I say the truth, she can’t stand it
Negotiation, strike up a bargain
Your price go up, they say you a bandit
Like they could even measure my bandwidth
So I abandoned, left the bandwagon
Went for the jewels, Frodo start bagging
Came out my comfort zone, brought the bag in
Ha! What you packing? (packing)
[Chorus: Chyme]
All this shit I know now, wish back then I knew well
Put my bucket in deep for some water not knowing, oh well
Plus, I’m thirsty thirsty. Got the fire, do feel like hell
Red hot, green trees, white flag, oh Noelle
Noelle was written by Ebubechukwu Michael Chime.
Noelle was produced by Play Dead.