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I'm a Ugandan recording artist. Bringing a Ugandan style of music to the world and to the global music game
I'm a 29 year old, Ugandan Hiphop artist. Bringing a Ugandan style of flava to the world and to the hiphop game. I hail from a clique named U.F.O (i.e Uganda's Funk Fly Ones) the beginners of the UG Crunk and Ug Fu style in East Africa. We are amongst a unique group of musician set to make hip hop form UG take the world by storm. As beat makers, producers and performers. This profile is to present work from me, Dope Flow Ke'Mo and my peeps. If you are looking for dope beats and good music, you will find some of that here. You can drop by too to make comments or just to talk Holla at me!
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop New School
Charts
Peak #598
Peak in subgenre #71
Author
Ke'Mo
Uploaded
November 22, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB 160 kbps 3:18
Lyrics
Verse 1: A yea yeah (x2) I, birth verse, keep putting rap beats, in a hearse Keep it converse, like curse in reverse It get's worse, I, disburse the inverse Adverse to competition, jigga steady transverse Disperse witty rhymes like cash spent from a purse Of a female, on her shopaholic horse Of course, even if the way stays hoarse My voice will sound through like enforced divorce Bludgeoning the point through, perforce Opposing desires quenched in flames of remorse For my skill menu, so bio diverse! Because of passion, in this game I immerse Love of hiphop, from the masses I coerce Learning from Enygma, how to keep terse Disperse this intellect ,in the dopest verse Prove I'm among the best, of course Chorus: Turn it up (Turn It Up!) Turn It Up (Turn it Up) Turn it up (Rewind!) (x2) Verse 2: If good rhymes a well, I own them oil rigs, Leave competition looking like the bay of pigs, Effect like whirl wind that blows off wigs, Switch in and out of bars like snapping twigs, Cross me I'm mistaken for hurricane, Wreckage in my path, lyrical rain, Success my irremovable stain, The way I have you awed keeps that factor plain. Thinking out the box, weak mc's I pummel Desert fox, call me Erwin Rommel, Top them charts, till wealth I funnel, In my pocket like Nakivubo channel, Bring it to the boil though I aint no kettle, In my own league like Seb Vettel , Understood by the special, Masterpiece like Hummel For like a tripple double, I'm on another level chorus: Turn it up (Turn It Up!) Turn It Up (Turn it YUp) Turn it up (Rewind!) (x2) Verse 3: So we shake up the game like a hurricane We make an, art from of keeping crowds insane Like my homey Lexo said G we've got this one Give a name to this game that we kick for fun Ug crunk is crunk like never been done Ug'd up blowing up on a global run When we step in a place we cause such a ruckus Crowds block out the sun raising dust to watch us Rocking all parties for this we'll get paid To tear clubs up like a live grenade We doo voodoo, to rivals we're a hood doo Kick it old skool in this game set up rule So step back, look back, lean back As we loc out the track, bounce to that We do it to you UG style Yego with a sounds you haven't heard in a while Chorus: Turn it up (Turn It Up!) Turn It Up (Turn it Up) Turn it up (Rewind!) (x2) Turn it up (Turn It Up!) Turn It Up (Turn it Up) Turn it up (Rewind!) (x2)
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