About The LJ. real hip hop.
Hip Hop, the once incredible, uplifting and… Read Full Bio ↴About The LJ. real hip hop.
Hip Hop, the once incredible, uplifting and soulful musical genre was once something to embrace and love... but now with most rappers coming in the game just to put out basic rhymes over generic beats, it's slowly fading out from what it was meant to be. Few artists these days still output the "real hip hop"; that rugged style over relaxing instrumentals, meant to relax your mind and entertain you with rhymes that could make anyone smile. The LJ is part of this minority. He lives to eradicate those who only rhyme for money and not for the love of the music itself. Born the 29th of April, 1991 in Ottawa, Canada as Suraj Lakhansingh Jagai, he was the older of two sons with African roots; his parents being from Mauritius, beside Madagascar (on the east coast of Africa). He moved to Dakar, Senegal at the age of 14 for a posting after his father got a promotion. Since then, LJ's been working on his music constantly, developing a solid style to please the eager ears worldwide. He currently lives in Moscow, Russia until 2009. Even at the young age of 16, he already has released several mixtapes and has completed an album called "The Rebirth of Hip Hop". The album was addressed to all of the people in the east coast of North America complaining that Hip Hop was dead. It simply needs a little cleaning. The LJ is working to cleanse the game and in two or three years, it might be a possibility. Let god make the decision.
Hip Hop, the once incredible, uplifting and… Read Full Bio ↴About The LJ. real hip hop.
Hip Hop, the once incredible, uplifting and soulful musical genre was once something to embrace and love... but now with most rappers coming in the game just to put out basic rhymes over generic beats, it's slowly fading out from what it was meant to be. Few artists these days still output the "real hip hop"; that rugged style over relaxing instrumentals, meant to relax your mind and entertain you with rhymes that could make anyone smile. The LJ is part of this minority. He lives to eradicate those who only rhyme for money and not for the love of the music itself. Born the 29th of April, 1991 in Ottawa, Canada as Suraj Lakhansingh Jagai, he was the older of two sons with African roots; his parents being from Mauritius, beside Madagascar (on the east coast of Africa). He moved to Dakar, Senegal at the age of 14 for a posting after his father got a promotion. Since then, LJ's been working on his music constantly, developing a solid style to please the eager ears worldwide. He currently lives in Moscow, Russia until 2009. Even at the young age of 16, he already has released several mixtapes and has completed an album called "The Rebirth of Hip Hop". The album was addressed to all of the people in the east coast of North America complaining that Hip Hop was dead. It simply needs a little cleaning. The LJ is working to cleanse the game and in two or three years, it might be a possibility. Let god make the decision.
Intro
The LJ Lyrics
There are four ways to test any friendship Money, a Secret, a Woman and Loyalty
To violate any one of these is the sign of a enemy
Loyalty is all I know Damn right I'm bout to blow
To everybody who doubted suggest you hit da floor
I'm on a mission to get it till I can't get no mo
For the love of money the reason them chickens cross the road
I seen you niggas fold handcuff and hide yo hoes
Know she was hearing them stories when I was up the road
These niggas jumping on cases dick riding like some hoes
Till I get to drilling and filling they body wit dem holes
Blood told me he love me when I was up the road
Fuck niggas they killed him before I made it home
When you balling like Narcs them haterz undercover
Behind a watch these pussy niggas done murdered my brotha
I'll come and get it from you drakes like it was hunting season
If Cici or Keisha call me and tell me they need it
I need some coolant for my flow cause it's overheating
What I'm doing in these streets call it over eating
And yes it's over do did what I'm sposed to do
Came home and made a way for everybody in my crew
And all my niggas hungry and all we eat is money
Down to the fattest nigga grind like we got empty tummies
We pushing beamerz and benz tryna get dem jets
Don't flex I will lethal inject shells to yo chest who's next
I got now don't give a fuck who's next
To violate any one of these is the sign of a enemy
Loyalty is all I know Damn right I'm bout to blow
To everybody who doubted suggest you hit da floor
I'm on a mission to get it till I can't get no mo
For the love of money the reason them chickens cross the road
I seen you niggas fold handcuff and hide yo hoes
Know she was hearing them stories when I was up the road
These niggas jumping on cases dick riding like some hoes
Till I get to drilling and filling they body wit dem holes
Fuck niggas they killed him before I made it home
When you balling like Narcs them haterz undercover
Behind a watch these pussy niggas done murdered my brotha
I'll come and get it from you drakes like it was hunting season
If Cici or Keisha call me and tell me they need it
I need some coolant for my flow cause it's overheating
What I'm doing in these streets call it over eating
And yes it's over do did what I'm sposed to do
Came home and made a way for everybody in my crew
And all my niggas hungry and all we eat is money
Down to the fattest nigga grind like we got empty tummies
We pushing beamerz and benz tryna get dem jets
Don't flex I will lethal inject shells to yo chest who's next
I got now don't give a fuck who's next
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Llouis Jackson III
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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