Takin Ova US Version
Tommy Tee Lyrics


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(feat. Joe Sexx, Mr. Eon, Resevoir Doggs, Shabaam Sahdeeq)

[Intro: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Uh.. Uh..
Shabaam Shadeeq
Sinister V-O-I-C-E
Easy Reservoir
Mista Shadeeq
Uh... Tommy Tee
Sinister Voices

[Verse One: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Moves you cant trace
Terror face-to-face
I lace the bass and drums with nuff taste
When its crunch time, I invite MCs to my lunch time
With a punch line, bake beef like a mongoose
Even if its one line, and do rhyme
I track em all down, waste a few rounds
Clownass niggaz get shot like grave robbahz
Get around like my ballahz
In the coup the [?], no time to chill
Sun too hot to stop
See the world through a blink of an eye, imagine dat
I weight cannabis cats steadly takin' naps
Perhaps, I fuck up ya dome like Pete Snaps
No fake cats I need to procede with mine
So long I step on the stage I spit fire
I'm da natty, definatly living up the party
I shut the fuckahz down if these niggas dont respect me
Make em shake like epelepsy
Cant stress me
Cant test me with that talk ya talk keep it walkin'
I walk mine till the end of time, connecting
Collaborating with my comrades from everywhere
True is how I keep it secret: I never leak it
Hot like bahama beaches, with ya girl eating peaches
Shadeeqy lace the track like lee gee [?]
Hiphop's a fine whole [?] lotta way she freak me

[Chorus: Mr.Eon]
We come elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally, globally wreckin' totally
We come elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally globally wreckin' totally

[Verse Two: Reservoir Doggs]
Momma always said there'd be days like diz
I'd be stressed like diz, and fall victim to the streets
At an early age have my peeps call early graves
In the early days like around the late 80s
When chicks around the waist had no tits but had babies
My crew went crazy, drug money made us lazy
I never wanted to work, just sell this rap drug
To fiends everywhere with their headphones plugged
Verbal injectah
Hold the gadget like Inspectah
12 bars or pressure
Ghetto story lecture
Indiano, aka C-malo, a hard act to follow
Nigga chew before ya swollow

[Verse Three: Reservoir Doggs]
Yo yo yo yo,
Get ya best lined up, get ready so we can combat
I stomp that, blow bags and flow tracks
Where the do at, bless a nigga format(?) packs
Like gats by the ass crack when I click niggaz past that
They make lyricis, I blast back with a phat rap
I back trakcs, u relapse, I pack stacks, u eat that
Shit you talkin' new york bronx state of (?)
Double bread niggaz who shine get blind of the realness
Yo feel diz
Got my cake stacked up, and blaze shorty with the sex
Got my games backed up, I bought a half a million worth of ice
Keep it confidential, presidential on a rolex
Go tex with the lex as we flex this
General who da federal
Interlectual 40 more with the residue dirty dogs
B-X we bless like the hands of Christ
And roll dice triple 7 for eternal life

[Verse Four: Joe Sexx]
My infra-red sizing you up, you live what nigga what
Promote and curruptness, or necceary ruptness
When I bliss, hiss the fist with [?] clips
[?] up those tips between lips and shit
Now and dat shitez
Force and I dont cries smash da dice
The cubes I hold I wrote, see low?? twice
Shakin' up the standard turnin' scramblahz to cant handle us
I want it all be to be, a bad [?] gambler
Shacked ya girl as angela?? got her on camera-rush
And when my mom sees how I'm mashin' or flashin' it from da door-step
Ya niggaz aint vile, ya gotta disscuss the wild
Fuckin' slim girls the project's gotta pee now
Meanwhile niggaz be fucking my guns keep bustin'
Chicken heads keep fussin'
Ya bitches always want to suck
My .45 is cussing cops is coming but I aint runnin'
Joe Sex lets get added motherfuckahz

[Chorus: Mr.Eon]
We come elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally, globally wreckin' totally
We come elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up




Locally globally wreckin' totally
[totally fades x3]

Overall Meaning

Tommy Tee's "Takin Ova US Version" features the verses of five artists who showcase their individual styles, flows and lyrical themes. The song's intro sets the tone for the following verses, introducing the Sinister Voices team with a brief showcase of Shabaam Sahdeeq's skills in crafting punchlines that hit hard. His verse is a testament to his dexterity in manipulating words and rhymes, employing complex metaphors that touch upon themes ranging from guns to partying while highlighting his own lyrical superiority. The chorus, delivered by Mr. Eon, reinforces the song's theme of elevating above other MCs and represents the unified voice of the group.


Reservoir Doggs takes the baton from Shabaam and delivers two verses that delve into his experiences growing up in the streets of the late 80s, rapping about the allure of drug money and the dangers that come with it. His flow rides the beat with ease, switching up speeds and cadences to complement the somber tone of his lyrics. The third verse is delivered by Joe Sexx, who's braggadocious rhymes are underpinned by a willingness to get violent to protect his status within the rap game. His propulsive flow barely gives the listener time to take a breath, bombarding the listener with imagery of gunplay, sex and money.


One of the interesting aspects of this track is how Tee incorporates the verses of multiple artists into a cohesive whole that maintains the energy and focus of each individual rapper. There are no wasted lines or filler verses, and each MC gets ample time to showcase their skills. Furthermore, the use of New York-based MCs who came up during the city's Golden Age of Hip Hop is a nod to the city's importance in shaping the genre. In addition, Tommy Tee is a prominent figure in the Norwegian hip hop scene, and the song represents a bridge between New York and Norway.


Line by Line Meaning

Moves you cant trace
I make moves that are impossible to follow or predict


Terror face-to-face
I confront my opponents with pure terror


I lace the bass and drums with nuff taste
I add my unique style and flavor to the beats and rhythm


When its crunch time, I invite MCs to my lunch time
When it's time to prove myself, I challenge other rappers to battle


With a punch line, bake beef like a mongoose
I deliver powerful and clever punchlines, stirring up conflict like a mongoose


Even if its one line, and do rhyme
Even with a single line, I can create a powerful rhyme


I track em all down, waste a few rounds
I hunt down my enemies and use my ammunition to defeat them


Clownass niggaz get shot like grave robbahz
I shoot down foolish individuals like grave robbers


Get around like my ballahz, In the coup the [?], no time to chill
I move around like my crew, always on the go and never taking a break


Sun too hot to stop, See the world through a blink of an eye, imagine dat
The world moves quickly, so I quickly observe and imagine everything around me


I weight cannabis cats steadly takin' naps
I calmly handle difficult situations, even when others are asleep or unaware


Perhaps, I fuck up ya dome like Pete Snaps
Maybe I'll mess up your head, similar to Pete Snaps (a character)


No fake cats I need to procede with mine
I don't tolerate fake people and need to continue on my own path


So long I step on the stage I spit fire
When I step on stage, I deliver incredible and intense performances


I'm da natty, definatly living up the party
I'm the life of the party and always bring excitement and energy


I shut the fuckahz down if these niggas dont respect me
I quickly silence those who disrespect me


Make em shake like epelepsy
I make people shake and tremble, as if they have epilepsy


Cant stress me
You can't bother or worry me


Cant test me with that talk ya talk keep it walkin'
Don't even try to challenge me with your words, just keep walking


I walk mine till the end of time, connecting
I continue on my own path until the end of time, making meaningful connections along the way


Collaborating with my comrades from everywhere
I work together with my trusted friends and allies from all over


True is how I keep it secret: I never leak it
I keep my true intentions and secrets hidden, never revealing them


Hot like bahama beaches, with ya girl eating peaches
I'm as hot and desirable as beaches in the Bahamas, with your girl enjoying herself


Shadeeqy lace the track like lee gee [?]
I add my own style and skill to the track, just like Lee Gee (possibly a reference to another artist)


Hiphop's a fine whole [?] lotta way she freak me
Hip hop is a beautiful thing that excites and amazes me


We come elevated, Untranslated
We rise above others and cannot be understood or imitated


Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
We are unfiltered and skilled, defeating other rappers when we approach them


Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Even the fake rappers can't resist showing admiration to us


Locally, globally wreckin' totally
We dominate the rap scene both locally and globally, causing complete destruction


Momma always said there'd be days like diz
My mother always warned me that there would be difficult days like this


I'd be stressed like diz, and fall victim to the streets
I would become overwhelmed and succumb to the dangers of the streets


At an early age have my peeps call early graves
From a young age, my friends would experience early deaths


In the early days like around the late 80s
During the early days, specifically around the late 1980s


When chicks around the waist had no tits but had babies
When young women had babies but didn't have fully developed breasts


My crew went crazy, drug money made us lazy
My group became reckless and lazy due to the money we made from drugs


I never wanted to work, just sell this rap drug
I never wanted to have a regular job, only sell my music like a drug


To fiends everywhere with their headphones plugged
I sell my music to dedicated fans who listen to it with their headphones on


Verbal injectah, Hold the gadget like Inspectah
I deliver my words with precision and expertise, just like the rapper Inspectah Deck


12 bars or pressure, Ghetto story lecture
I can deliver powerful messages and storytelling within just 12 bars of music


Indiano, aka C-malo, a hard act to follow
My alter ego, C-malo, is a difficult person to imitate or surpass


Nigga chew before ya swollow
Think carefully before you take action


Get ya best lined up, get ready so we can combat
Prepare yourself for a battle or confrontation


I stomp that, blow bags and flow tracks
I dominate the competition, delivering powerful and smooth flows


Where the do at, bless a nigga format(?) packs
Wherever the action is, I bring my unique style and add value to music


Like gats by the ass crack when I click niggaz past that
I have a lot of ammunition and firepower at my disposal, overpowering my opponents


They make lyricis, I blast back with a phat rap
They create lyrics, but I hit back with a powerful and impressive rap


I back trakcs, u relapse, I pack stacks, u eat that
I succeed and make money, while you struggle and have to settle for less


Shit you talkin' new york bronx state of (?)
The things you're saying come from the tough streets of the Bronx, New York


Double bread niggaz who shine get blind of the realness
Those who are obsessed with money and success become oblivious to the truth and reality


Yo feel diz
Listen closely to what I'm saying, understand it


Got my cake stacked up, and blaze shorty with the sex
I have a lot of money and have fun with women intimately


Got my games backed up, I bought a half a million worth of ice
I have a lot of jewelry and valuable possessions, worth half a million dollars


Keep it confidential, presidential on a rolex
I keep my personal matters private, living a luxurious lifestyle like a president with a Rolex watch


Go tex with the lex as we flex this
We ride around in a luxury Lexus car, showing off our power and confidence


General who da federal
I am a leader and authority figure in the rap game


Interlectual 40 more with the residue dirty dogs
I'm an intelligent person with a strong influence and affiliation with a group of rebellious individuals


B-X we bless like the hands of Christ
We bring blessings and success to the Bronx, just like the hands of Christ


And roll dice triple 7 for eternal life
We take risks and gamble for the chance of eternal life and success, represented by rolling triple sevens on dice


My infra-red sizing you up, you live what nigga what
I'm carefully evaluating your actions and intentions, questioning if you truly live up to your words


Promote and curruptness, or necceary ruptness
I question whether you promote corrupt behavior or necessary aggression


When I bliss, hiss the fist with [?] clips
When I enter a state of pure bliss, my anger and aggression become evident


[?] up those tips between lips and shit
I skillfully use words and phrases to deliver powerful messages


Now and dat shitez
I'm constantly dealing with various situations and challenges


Force and I dont cries smash da dice
I use my strength and determination to overcome obstacles and take control of my fate


The cubes I hold I wrote, see low?? twice
The dice I hold are in my favor, I see low numbers as a positive outcome


Shakin' up the standard turnin' scramblahz to cant handle us
I disrupt the normalcy and expectations, leaving others unable to cope with our intensity


I want it all be to be, a bad [?] gambler
I desire to have everything, even if I have to take risks like a reckless gambler


Shacked ya girl as angela?? got her on camera-rush
I seduced your girl, caught her on camera, and caused chaos and excitement


And when my mom sees how I'm mashin' or flashin' it from da door-step
When my mother sees how successful and flashy I am, even from the doorway


Ya niggaz aint vile, ya gotta disscuss the wild
You guys are not evil or strong like me, you only talk about wild things


Fuckin' slim girls the project's gotta pee now
I engage in sexual activities with attractive women, causing jealousy and competition among people from the projects


Meanwhile niggaz be fucking my guns keep bustin'
While others are distracted, I continue to engage in violent actions with my guns


Chicken heads keep fussin'
Female groupies and attention seekers continue to cause problems and arguments


Ya bitches always want to suck, My .45 is cussing
Women are always interested in performing sexual acts, while my gun is ready for action


Cops is coming but I aint runnin'
The police are approaching, but I'm not running away


Joe Sex lets get added motherfuckahz
Now, Joe Sex is going to intensify and show his dominance, motherfuckers!




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Comments from YouTube:

@patrickosman

How does this only have just over 6k views?? This is truly a gem

@SmokeStack-yk3kz

this whole Norwegian album is MAD SLEPT ON! the norwegian version of Taking Ova is even better they spit like they eat these guys for breakfast!
Tommy Tee is The Godfather of Norwegian hip hop and have worked with legends from all over the world!
but the Norwegian Mc'z slays everyone else he worked with

@secretagentonaroll

rather clean spray paint from my hands. BLOOD

@kniiz

2021 still going!

@tyrbjkqsp

DOPE 💣💥💥💥💥💥💥

@miztanysom6572

G/Bless

@SmokeStack-yk3kz

2022

@secretagentonaroll

dirty handz

@chosen666sert

best rap track ever. period.

@SmokeStack-yk3kz

nah thats the original version with only norwegian Mc's, they eat these guys for breakfast!!!!!

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