Vices

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The 2nd Release by UxOxS.

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released February 12, 2016

All songs written by Jacob C. Brook ALIAS Jake O.Z
All songs produced by Nikola Nedeljkovic ALIAS Nines

All songs recoded, mixed & mastered in G.T. Studios by Gustav Tom Scheel

Cover Art for "Vices" by Buster M. Jønnson

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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: Vices
1st Verse:

Kicking off my vices/
Ain't trynna be lifeless/
Ain’t trynna be righteous/
but that’s all that my life is/
Having an identity crisis/
‘cause I like this, don’t/
have the might to fight this, so I might just go/
Might just try this blow/
might just light this dro/
Might just go get plastered hard, no matter what the price is/
I put it on my MasterCard – priceless/



Chorus:


Vices, vices/ That’s all that my life is/

Vices, vices/ I ain’t trynna be lifeless/ x2



2nd Verse:

Ain't trynna be brainless/
But I can't tame this/
Wanna be famous/
Wanna be painless/
Wanna fuck chicks like Genghis/
But I am gameless/
Running round aimless/
Life needs changes/
My lifestyle is dangerous/
But I don't care now, cause I came to bust/
Came for drugs/
Came to make a fuss/
Get laid and nut/
Blaze it up/
Find a cup and raise it up/
Don't care how I feel, when I'm waking up, 'till I do/
When I'm waking up around two/
Then I'm making up an excuse/
So I can blaze it up with my crew/
Everything they say about us is true/
So fuck my habits, cause I’m an addict, fuck giving in and fuck you/
Will this list of my vices/
Make a crack in my eye's lens/
Make me regret my time spent/
I guess we'll know, when my life ends/



Bridge:

Make 'em, make 'em make 'em go away/

Make 'em, make 'em make 'em go away/

(If you've got vices, say)

Make 'em, make 'em make 'em go away/

(If you've got vices say)

Make ‘em go away/



3rd Verse:

Having an identity crisis/
‘cause I like this, don’t/
have the might to fight this, so I might just go/
Might just try this blow/
might just light this dro/
Might just go get plastered hard, no matter what the price is/
I put it on my MasterCard – priceless/



Chorus:

Vices, vices/ That’s all that my life is/

Vices, vices/ I ain’t trynna be lifeless/ x2
Track Name: Question Marks
1st Verse:

People tell me, look around your life is it good enough?/
Have you found that light? Is it looking up?/
Is it out of sight, do you doubt what you write? Is it good enough?/
Are you ‘bout that life are you doing drugs?/
Have you hit that pipe are you shooting up?/
Are you talking new slang?/
Are you known where you hang?/
Are you rolling with a gang? Are you shooting stuff?/
Have you got them hits?/
Have you fucked them chicks?/
Have you made it big, bro?/
Nah, didn't think so/
But, you played that gig, though. Tell me, how did it go?/
Did people show up? Did you get dough?/
Are you riding round town in your whip low?/
I just wrote these raps, what you think, bro?/
Can you help get my foot in the door or make a crack in the window?/
Do you really think you're better than me?/
Do you really think you're better than Geez?/
Do you really think you're better than the veterans, or you're the best that we ever have seen?/
Am I supposed to respect that dummy?/
How you gonna get that buzzing?/
Tell me, when you dress that bummy, how are you gonna get that money?/ How you gon’ get it?/
How you gon’ get that money?/
How you gon’ get it?/
How you gon’ get it, get it, get it, get it?/



Chorus:

How you gon’ get it?/

How you gon’ get that money?/

How you gon’ get it?/

How you gon’ get it, get it, get it, get it?/ x2



2nd Verse:

I've been asked many times, why you penning these rhymes?/
Does music make you happy?/
What you getting in life?/
Does the fact you're getting nowhere get depressing at times?/
Is it ‘cause you're dating no one why you're venting in rhymes?/
If it happened right now, would you be ready to die?/
If I diss you right now would you be ready to fight?/
When you battle, are you scared of what your enemies write?/
When you battle, how much truth's behind your enemies lines?/
Are you mad that you took those L’s?/
Have you got a plan to correct yourself?/
Would you ever give up?/ Would you get a real job?/
If a label asked would you sell?/ Do you only rap to get wealth?/
Do you drink ‘cause you think it helps?/
Were you cool, when you were growing up?/
Have you tried to sober up?/ Are you worried 'bout your health?/
Tell me, what does UxOxS stand for?/
Tell me, do you get groupies when your band tours?/
Tell me, are you really the man or do you suffer from delusions of grandeur?/ Am I supposed to respect that dummy?/
How you gonna get that buzzing?/
Tell me, when you dress that bummy, how are you gonna get that money?/
How you gon’ get it?/ How you gon’ get that money?/
How you gon’ get it?/ How you gon’ get it, get it, get it, get it?/



Chorus:

How you gon’ get it?/

How you gon’ get that money?/

How you gon’ get it?/

How you gon’ get it, get it, get it, get it?/ x2
Track Name: False Positives
1st Verse:

This industry is filled/ with false positives and empty promises/
But they want you to keep it real, I've identified what the problem is/
I don't need a label undermining my accomplishments/
And I'm so sick and tired of these fucking dishonest men/
So, I'll keep it real, I'll keep it really real for y’all/
I don't need a deal, I don't need a deal at all/ Unless they call/
With a mill, Saying I can keep my team around me/
then I'll sign my name over the phone with the pound key/
Fuck off, I've been independent since the jump off/
What? You think I've gone soft, nah that's insane dipshit/
This game is like the Pain Olympics, but I haven't cut my nuts off yet/ Dudes wanna come in and bust off techs/
I just really wanna go and drop bombs on flex/
I'm sick of it/ Nothing is intricate, rapping's illiterate destined to fall/
Why do they give a shit? Why are they listening? Questions I call/
On one and all/ Step in the game/
Don't sound the same/ Make your own lane/
The only reason that I'm using this flow is to show you all why it is lame/ Let’s get some innovation/
Ever since the first time that I stepped foot in this nation/
It felt like a hub for creation/
But now I see that it was me, for whom you've been patiently waiting/
But I won’t sell my soul to Satan/ As long as one kid he keeps on saying that I'm his favorite/



Chorus:

I see these signed dudes I watch them roll by,
I watch them roll by, I watch them roll by/
These labels want my soul, I keep it independent,
I leave my soul in these records/x2



2nd Verse:

If you wanna go and cop your checks, then I'll allow it B/
But the line you sign it sets, your new boundaries/
If you haven't gone and earned respect, well then we're bound to see/ That your career will be dead in a year and you'll be living in fear of underground MC’s/
Wanna induct me to the industry/
‘Cause I'm one of the best spitters living in da C -P-H/
With Nines and the beats he made/
We got everybody wanting in the scene we made/
‘Cause we put out five tracks and we got five stars/
Now you put up five stacks and you get five bars/
Multiply that with the distance to Mars and that's what it costs for a sound like ours/ I'm taking charge of my destiny/
And harnessing the best in me/ While marking up my legacy/
As an artist and the best to breathe/ The only way you'll be ahead of me is by beheading me/ I'll be an entity until the death of me/
So bro, you better believe/ I'mma do some shit that ain't never been seen/ like the head of ET/ Moving forward like a centipede fleet/
Comparatively you're a ketamine fiend/ Hip-hop's dead and deceased/ Give it seven CC’s/ Or a better MC or get up and leave/
Your lack quality's staring to bother me/
Honestly gotten me wanting lobotomies/
You’re rapping horribly not even bottom league/
Thinking you're dropping heat those type of qualities/
Are never in need ‘cause we're fed up with greed/
Conceive it, I just dissed you conceded/
You're never in need 'cause you'll never beat me/

Chorus:

I see these signed dudes I watch them roll by,
I watch them roll by, I watch them roll by/
These labels want my soul, I keep it independent,
I leave my soul in these records/x2
Track Name: Refill
1st Verse:

Hi, I got an inkling/ that you could use a refill of whatever you’re drinking/ So let's get three gins/ and mix some E in/
and skip the speaking/ Shit, my bad. What the hell was I thinking?/
Lovely meeting you/ Call me the king boo/
There’s something about you that is peaking/ my interest/
Yes, I confess/ I was staring at your chest/ You’re the breast/ I mean best/ And I'm trynna assess all the rest of your dress/ Yep, you passed the test/ No, it doesn't make me think any less/ of your personality/
But it's so loud and your words are scattering/ Your curves are capturing/ Deserve some flattering/
But, so you’re out with your girls. What’s happening?/
Word? Let’s grab a drink/ on me, we dance off beat/
To the rhythm of our own drums/ like we're the only ones here/
Who the fuck are we?/ Motherfucking UxOxS, my dear

2nd Verse:

Baby girl, this can be one night/ or the rest of your life/
Put my charm to the test, if you like/
We can go outside, see what’s left in the light/
Or have sex to tonight/ See I'm a vet with the pipe/
My tongue isn’t just the best on the mic/ We can fuck till there's nothing left, then fight/ Put your arm on my chest, don't be frightened/
By the time the night ends we'll be tight/ see the sights, then fuck/
Or I could be down on my luck/ And we never meet again/
When the pizza ends/ And then we pretend/ that we'd be friends/
But that’s a lie/ you know it, so do I/ I'm an all or nothing sorta guy/
I live up to all the hype/ that you hear about the baller life/
I don't wear one, but I probably could afford a tie/
This relationships a shorter ride/
I'd make a cut so deep you'd get it cauterized/
And you don't want that, nor do I/