Song Description

Party Song

Lyrics

Front Door by Christian Abrokwah (Thaahum)
Copywrite 2003

VERSE 1

I don?t do this to win,
But to make a better life for Tep, Kaybaw, and Ken,
This rap s--s a game but I ain?t playin with them,
Sell they soul for the fame livin? ways of the jinn.
N--s is cheap, they ain?t give me pennies for my thoughts,
?Cause I didn?t talk about violence, henny, or the glock.
Or that bubble gum s--t like ?Jenny from the Block.?
When it comes to soul lyrics go t plenty in the stock.
I?m a mental untouchable, unf--kwhatable-witable,
You know what I?m trying to say it?s pitiful,
For those that don?t get it though, look at yourself it?s into you,
Get into it, or they?ll be quick to get rid of you.
See you as dead weight, unworthy, and despicable,
Make you disappear in an Illuminati ritual,
Dance to the beat of your own drum it?s the rhythm to,
Enhance your positional-damn this original!

CHORUS
People in the place at the front door,
Fellas rockin? they fits came to get raw,
And the ladies shakin they hips on the dance floor,
Allow me to lace these lyrical herbs, in your nerves.
VERSE 2
Still kickin metaphysical words,
Still saying things in hip hop you haven?t yet heard,
Butstin? these real ones, equal millions.
When I?m in the place, everybody yielding,
Not gonna stop ?till I get the streets in it,
Flex beats in it, Thaahum cause a sweep in it,
Packin? heat in it, if it ain?t me it?s borrowed.
Ain?t catching up to me as if I was tomorrow. Whoa.
You diss me my songs is the vengeance,
Getting? non believers back in every single sentence.
I stand and deliver, giving all you faggots the jitters,
Fuck I look like trying to stand with the litter?
Copycats is ill I?m quick to embarrass ya.
Just to throw you off, I?ll do something out of character,
Play your position, everybody can?t be the man.
Claim you hard, but more fairytale than Peter Pan.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

VERSE 3
Ain?t a priest, but quick to put a hex on a track,
Real nice muscle how I flex on a track,
Bless it in fact, the way I?m wordin? the flow,
Only I can bring it commercial with soul.
F--n? with me, you gonna need all your friends to help out,
This just me-I don?t need my twin to help out,
All I need is a pad and a pen to help out,
This weapon done battled many men they fell out.
It?s better you just left it alone.
Motha fuckers take notice when I step in a zone,
Get all I must-grab all the paper,
Clean the system out like Echinacea.
When it comes to payback I ain?t pursuing the work.
I go at n---a named ?Karma? that be doing the dirt,
He don?t think twice to harm ya, put the news on alert,
Either way you get bruised on the curse it?s Flex beats!

(REPEAT CHORUS)


More info on me (due to the word limitation in the "bio" section: You can check out 2 online features of me at these links
http://www.grind-mode.com/thaahum.htm
http://www.insomniacmagazine.com/albums.htm

I also write poetry and one of my poems have been selected by the International Library of Poetry (poetry.com) to be published in a book comming out next year. One of my songs, "Last Stance" is featured on a compilation CD called Ditry South Ballin' (http://stores.ebay.com/JLM-CDs-and-DVDs), and can be purchashed at any Wharehouse. ALL SONGS CAN BE SENT TV/RADIO READY UPON REQUEST!