He made his debut on the album "D-Boy Surviva" as a member of the group New Skool. E-Dash was also feaured on Tone Tone's mixtapes that were hosted by DJ Young Mase.
In 2010 he is expected to debut his solo mixtape "Love Me Or Hate Me".
Can You Feel It
E-Dash Lyrics
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(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
Here I come steppin'
Cappin' off safety
Keep one in tha chamber
Nigga
Your life is in danger
(boyowh!) call me noah 'cause I'm floating cross
Tha river droppin' g shit
With mo' kicks than a Steven Segal
(boyaaa!) peep this
From tha unforgiven mask murderer
Handcuffing tha m-I-c
Serving niggas like miky d's
Mo' action's than jackson
You never breath again like Toni Braxton
When I'm maxing
Shooting rhymes like John Paxton
And don't forget
Tha lights on tha camera
So I lick 'em
Stick 'em
Did 'em
Dun 'em
Get mo' mellow than I trail 'em
To tha darkside
And make 'em evacuate with tha swiftness
Killin' my fatal flow with tha quickness
Ugh!
You really don't wanna see me and my flow
(you don't wanna see me, you don't wanna see me)
'cause I can play it like
Casper
Get real and
Then I'm ghost
All I want to know
Fool!
Can you feel it?
Nigga!
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
Uuh! ?
Nigga who tha fuck you talkin' to?
Talkin' yo ass muthafucka'
You's got no clue
I'll be your huckleberry (huckleberry)
Tha black doc holiday
I do's me ? with my stainless steel plates
Serial number scratch off must be a throw away
Muthafuckaz expect me to come soft
But fool I'm here to stay
(gunshots)
Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blast muthafuckers
(gunshots end)
Release tha tec
No chop to tha bank
It's hot
No rock 'n' jock
You big bullies done turned a semi automatic
Into a fully
I like tha times with my social thugs
Stay away from tha
Brushing up on my shooting skillz
Private property land
Aiming at acorns coke bottles and aluminum cans
Walkin' around this muthafucka with ya lips
Closed out
Fools know wut I'm about
Muthafuck you!
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
Verse 3: spice-1
A whu, a whu
A 1-2-3
It's tha mothafuckin' killa
Bailin' up out tha caddy
With tha infrared up on my milla
Meet ya mothafuckin' head up
With the barrel up in his mouth
Creepin' up in ya fuckin' house
Leave ya brain on tha couch
Just some sick shit
From some niggas
Who really don't give a fuck
1990-sick up on this album all you snitches duck
Blaw!
Triple gold knack off
Be holdin my tire on
Fuckin' with tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm
My nigga e-4-0
Double jeff
And kyoz
You way off
And hoes like a fro
You gunn stay soft
That's why I'm pickin' on ya ass
Ya phony nigga
East bay gangstas for life
Str8 1-8-7 killas
Blaw!
Yeah man
We just take 'em got 'em
Put tha barrel in they mouth and just blaw!
Man
Just takin' mothafuckin' brains out like that
'cause really don't give a fuck
Blaw!
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
The lyrics of E-Dash's song Can You Feel It are dark and violent, describing violence and murder with little regard for human life. The first verse establishes the rapper as a "murder weapon" with "mo' kicks than a Steven Segal," and he refers to himself as the "unforgiven mask murderer" who "serves niggas like Mickey D's." In the second verse, the rapper threatens to kill anyone who crosses him, using a gun with a serial number scratched off. The third verse features a guest verse from Spice-1, who boasts about his gangsta lifestyle and is similarly violent in his language.
Overall, the song's lyrics paint a disturbing picture of the glorification of violence and murder, and the casual way in which the rappers discuss these topics is a reflection of a larger cultural problem. While some may argue that this type of music is harmless entertainment, it is important to consider the impact it may have on impressionable listeners and the broader cultural attitudes it perpetuates.
Line by Line Meaning
Here I come steppin'
I'm entering and bringing my best performance
Tha murder weapon
I'm a dangerous rapper
Cappin' off safety
Keep one in tha chamber
I'm ready to go and dangerous
Nigga
Your life is in danger
I'm threatening you
(boyowh!) call me noah 'cause I'm floating cross
Tha river droppin' g shit
With mo' kicks than a Steven Segal
I'm doing well and bringing the heat
(boyaaa!) peep this
From tha unforgiven mask murderer
Handcuffing tha m-I-c
Serving niggas like miky d's
I'm taking control and dominating
Mo' action's than jackson
You never breath again like Toni Braxton
When I'm maxing
Shooting rhymes like John Paxton
I'm unstoppable and bringing my best rhymes
And don't forget
Tha lights on tha camera
So I lick 'em
Stick 'em
Did 'em
Dun 'em
Get mo' mellow than I trail 'em
To tha darkside
And make 'em evacuate with tha swiftness
Killin' my fatal flow with tha quickness
I'm in control and making sure to be on top of things
Ugh!
You really don't wanna see me and my flow
(you don't wanna see me, you don't wanna see me)
'cause I can play it like
Casper
Get real and
Then I'm ghost
All I want to know
Fool!
My flow is incredible and you don't want to mess with me
Can you feel it?
Nigga!
I'm asking if you understand and feel the message
Uuh! ?
Nigga who tha fuck you talkin' to?
Talkin' yo ass muthafucka'
You's got no clue
I'll be your huckleberry (huckleberry)
Tha black doc holiday
I do's me ? with my stainless steel plates
Serial number scratch off must be a throw away
Muthafuckaz expect me to come soft
But fool I'm here to stay
(gunshots)
Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blast muthafuckers
(gunshots end)
Release tha tec
No chop to tha bank
It's hot
No rock 'n' jock
You big bullies done turned a semi automatic
Into a fully
I like tha times with my social thugs
Stay away from tha
Brushing up on my shooting skillz
Private property land
Aiming at acorns coke bottles and aluminum cans
Walkin' around this muthafucka with ya lips
Closed out
Fools know wut I'm about
Muthafuck you!
I'm out of control and letting loose
Verse 3: spice-1
Here's the third verse, performed by Spice-1
A whu, a whu
A 1-2-3
It's tha mothafuckin' killa
Bailin' up out tha caddy
With tha infrared up on my milla
Meet ya mothafuckin' head up
With the barrel up in his mouth
Creepin' up in ya fuckin' house
Leave ya brain on tha couch
Just some sick shit
From some niggas
Who really don't give a fuck
1990-sick up on this album all you snitches duck
Blaw!
Triple gold knack off
Be holdin my tire on
Fuckin' with tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm
My nigga e-4-0
Double jeff
And kyoz
You way off
And hoes like a fro
You gunn stay soft
That's why I'm pickin' on ya ass
Ya phony nigga
East bay gangstas for life
Str8 1-8-7 killas
Spice-1 is performing the third verse and bringing the fire
Blaw!
Yeah man
We just take 'em got 'em
Put tha barrel in they mouth and just blaw!
Man
Just takin' mothafuckin' brains out like that
'cause really don't give a fuck
Blaw!
We don't hold back and will do whatever it takes
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
Chorus asking if the listener can feel the music
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: CLINTON SANDS, EARL STEVENS, MARK CROSS, ROBERT LEE GREEN
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