Notion has been putting in serious work for the past three to four years now, and his debut mixtape, It’s My Turn… documents his last couple of years of rhyme. Featuring production from GMC and DJ Dub Kay (who also mixed the release), alongside some of the hottest beats from recent times, and with guest appearances from Cee-For, Bekah, GMC, and Esscay to name a few, It’s My Turn… is set to create a serious dent in the scene and cement Notion as a name to watch out for.
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Intro -
Whoo! yo, uh... 1 & then the 2,(2) 2 & then the 3,
3 & to the 4, then you gotta
[Verse 1]
Eh Dawg, you wanna sign me son, thats all good news,
Coz I ain't from the hood dude, makin crook moves,
Im from the burbs like I should, bouncin' crude tunes,
& all my crew cruise around in them new coupe's, ooh!)
Im out raw, ain't no-body do it like I did it,
Takin' it 'round the world, & im just havin' fun wit it,
Passin' the test, im the last of the fresh,
Its No-TiOn m-p-3, been captured at best!,
You gotta BreathE!, coz you never comin close to the steez,
Snatchin air from ya lungs, you got a hell of a weez,
Homie Please!, yall faggots can't smoke like I do,
You coughin at the hospital, ya hand's on a bible,
& dont we say, the game we play, is deadly & foul,
Just wait til, I hit-ya-wit-a-bit-of adrenaline now, punk
Breathe!, now why you gotta stab me in the dark,
Cos I got all colours invitied, like im Stanely park, im sharp!
(Breathe!), in the coldest winter's your breathin' is freezin',
Then NoTiOn come along & give you a good enough reason, to..
(Breathe!), feel that clutch, deep in ya chest,
Sense the arrest, take a breath, we the last ones left,
We never leave!, thats right boy, on top of the box,
Throwin you a portion of sorted alluminum shots,
Take it & "breathe, wit them stains of ya brains, on ya jeans,
You better wash em clean, coz I got aim on ya team, boy!
(Breathe!)
1 & then the 2,(2) 2 & then the 3,
3 & to the 4, then you gotta "breathe" x2
[Verse 2]
& some faggots gotta (breathe!), coz I run through, take care of my section,
Your swift to catch a left hand, if ya ever disrespectin',
Your vein, coz you escaped the game, fakin ya death,
Its nothing like an asthma attack, takin ya breath,
Bitch (breathe), the feelin got ya weak to ya knees,
Coz all the real heads, know that im the better emcee, believe it..!
(breathe), I had grab the beat, & yo I make it more fab-olous,
Dude, thats what I do, makin' the crew's, more scand-alus,
Coz yall mad at us, you ain't got no canabis,
Won't listen to ya whinin' manager, boy is an act-ress,
Come up to our door son, get ya rejected,
Dial 1-800 No-TiOn, get ya connected,
& me & Cee-For dawg, we better than friends,
We better than them, we comin strong, & at it again,
Come round wit 2 dozen tracks, a pad, & pen,
Two of the wickedist lyricists, on a mission to win!,
& then we (breathe), on the side walk, peepin a breather,
Contemplatin' on how we can take this rap shit deeper,
(breathe), snap up the fam', take the show on the road,
Its NoTiOn & GMC, turning ametures to pro's, yo!
Define the flow now, in high def digi-tal, Oh!
You gotta a problem pal, we'll settle on the quarter mile,
Your dumfounded how we boosted right past ya,
I said you gotta let it breathe dawg, thats the answer, come on!(breathe)!
Pointed, topical lyrics and bright musicianship; a resonant collection of electronic, soul, hip-hop, rock and dance. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2018
