Drunk & Tired

by UxOxS

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Debut EP from UxOxS

Facebook: www.facebook.com/UxOxS

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released December 13, 2014

Mix/Master/Recording: Gustav Scheel

Music: Nikola Nedeljkovic

Lyrics/Vocals: Jake Brook

Cover Art: Benjamin Kongshaug

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UxOxS Copenhagen, Denmark

The drunken brainchild of MC Jake O.Z & producer Nines, UxOxS delivers a refreshing combination of styles & genres in a unique form.

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Track Name: Intro
It's like the start of a new era
New reign of terror blowing through like the weather
whether you like it or not, or high off the pot, you can still say it with me, fuck cops
buck shots and explosions, some locks can be broken
And opened with emotion while exposing
All weaknesses you have your secretes didn't last
Falls frequent in this path this meeting is your last
When the smoke leaves there's ash when choke leaves there's gasps
and gaps in air relapses are scarce cause there no back from this here
nah, nah, not this year, nah there’s no coming back from this here

I can tell you wanna fight right now
you should really just pipe back down
Like right now
Write that down
No one's quite like our sound x2

A new flavour of fakers trying be intimidators all ages,
Name and faceless tame and tasteless
all rasict to changers
pained by the same buzz we receive F-u-o-s-c-k fuck your DJ fuck your replays
fuck what he says fuck what she says
only fuck in 3-ways, our shits like fucking heat waves
Burning haters to a crisp, if you don’t like us, you can look sharp and suck a dick

I can tell you wanna fight right now
you should really just pipe back down
Like right now
Write that down
No one's quite like our sound x3
Track Name: Fetus
UxOxS we bad to the bone
Who's the best you fags should of known
Could care less 'bout how we should roll
To impress cause our style is own
now I've blown your mind with rhymes
I wrote when I was tired
broke with nine to five blues
If I was comatised and blind
Choked and died I'd write
Doper rhymes Than live you
You dorks who short of thoughts
Snort a board of chalk
And bought a pile of haikus
Thinking you could talk the gorgeous talk
But bored the court to snores
walk a mile in my shoes
If you got the torch then pass it you bastards
sitting on the porch with your glasses and past hits
Moving forward marching you past tense
Bumbling Lorde while laughing at pastors
Masters of craftship blasting this hardness
Like the force, can't harness our vastness
Sith Lords we're part of the darkness
I could of swore we were starving like Cartmans

(Screw you guys)

UxOxS you can't defeat us
We've been rocking since a fetus
If you fuckers don't believe us
Turn us up let us blow your speakers
You don't like us Suck our penis
We've been rocking since a fetus
If you fuckers don't believe us
Turn us up let us blow your speakers

If you ain't feeling right then we advise you drink that wine up
Cause it's gon' be alright cause we've arrived to lift your night up
If you don't realize that it's the time to twist that dial up
Then you ain't hearing right, cause here tonight this shit gon' light up
Hoes comeback to my home When clubs are closed
Lay back on my throne we're hardly clothed
My raps are mind blowing like army drones
Tracks are armed with tsunami flows
jumping straight into action Will Smith, you segal cause you killers is acting
see my skill is distracting I'll have him served like "word? did that really just happen?"
mainstream lyric assassin call me ninja in Paris
leave you bitches embarrassed like a kid with his parents,
the way you’re spitting your bars it’s like your head’s in your ass,
south par, so i guess i call you Philip and terence

UxOxS you can't defeat us
We've been rocking since a fetus
If you fuckers don't believe us
Turn us up let us blow your speakers
You don't like us Suck our penis
We've been rocking since a fetus
If you fuckers don't believe us
Turn us up let us blow your speakers
Track Name: Drunk and Tired
I've been working all day,
I Need a little break,
Need to get away
Need an escape
I need a lift
Need a splif
Need a drink
Just a sip no
I don't need that more
But I used to, I got through it
Need to be strong, promised myself that I wouldn't
but maybe just a little sip not anymore than that
I'm loosing grip
If I slip up is it considered a fail
I don't understand what I feeling like I'm trynna read brail
Cause I wanna and I don't
I need to but I won't
Inner battles make me wanna tie a rope around my throat
I'm broke cause everything I had I smoked
And soaked away in booze it's true, my life's a mother fucking joke
and i’m so

Drunk and tired (i’m so)
Drunk and tired (i’m so)
Drunk and tired (i’m so)
Drunk and tired (i’m so)

Just a bucket full not anymore than that
For me this so much more than rap
It's my private therapy
It's not meant to be shown necessarily
my raps are prone to be scarily true
Reality is what I scarcely view
Due to the fact that I'm running from it
I'm so high that at some point I gotta plummet
From the summit until I land on my stomach
You name a drug and bet your ass that I'm on
Demonic addictions
beat my mind and my body and my soul to submission
If I listen then they talk to me
But I shouldn’t, 'cause If I do they talk for me,
Walk for me, create, control my thoughts for me
But Surely I can vanquish them,
It's just, I have tried and only angered them

Drunk and tired (and it’s made me)
Drunk and tired (i’m so)
Drunk and tired (i’m so)
Drunk and tired (i’m so)
Track Name: UxOxS Connection
UxOxS connection born out of red wine
Poor boy perspective swore I would get mine
Now I get it in like a thorn in the left side
Of game, kinda strange call me tech-9
Deranged, if you thought you could test Nines
And me at our worst or at the best times
Don't say it, I've already thought of your next rhyme
Sorry whore but hey maybe next time

UxOxS connection
Born out of red wine
UxOxS connection
Born out of red wine x2

Thought of this while sitting on the toilet
King poo-bar taking another royal shit
Tin foiled it then flew it out to Zurich
Cause this beat ways like 600 curics
Lyrics spat with the best style
Fuck 8 man I’m running on my tenth mile
Textile's used up not cut from the same cloth
and I’m close to my goal like the empire invading Hoth
Bosh! You don't want none with boss
You're just addicted to the lime light, moth
Has tag rhyming up in here
Has tag DSLS if you not queer
MC's got fear cause they're not hot here,
Hanging in the atmosphere
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
Mother fucking UxOxS my dear

who are we? UxOxS connection
what are we? Born out of red wine
who are we? UxOxS connection
what are we? Born out of red wine x2

Allow me to direct your attention over to the destined duo
Win girls affection when the see us flexin' skills that’s the S that's after a U O
You ain’t even know it taking pics and u ain't even showing
We ain’t taking shit and you ain't even going to our show we be pros
You ain't even done shit UxOxS nothing to fuck with
Track Name: Closer
Late night, a club, a drunk dude
Faced right, his mug is stuck to
The entrance but more specifically the broad who
Just entered he walks specifically towards bo
And says this "hi, as soon as I saw you there were angels that dangled from cables
that tangled and mangled my mind
into angles that I've never tried and I've decided that I want you in my life”
this intro-duced her it wasn't what she was use to but I guess she figured she could use a
good time ‘cause he would prove to
hear exactly what he hoped for
When she whispered in his ear come closer

I love your face and your waist come
I love your hair and Derrière come
I love your eyes and your thighs come
I love your lips and your hips come

(I can’t,
Slow Down,
Your love,
Has Cut my breaks)

Months pass,
Their love lasts,
But some paths,
Must part,
So come march,
Their young hearts,
Become dark,
They run fast from their first kiss into one last,

Don’t you cry, love it's over
See the sign, Girl it's over
Girl to bad, it's over x7