Thursday, May 29, 2014




I started with my 'back to the future' - Michael J Fox
All of the times, through all of em nights
Was slaving on this day job
It really wasn't they fault
I've got this different take on - life
Seen it snatched too many times
To never ever fake one
So I Buffy the Body’ed - I
Backed it up
I never talk but when I do my nuccas know I
Backs it up!
The flow is so Slush, kid
I keep it Noble and humble
So now that X.O’s global
Jills will know – I’ll Jack 'em up
Sweet baby Jesus!
Rappers is getting seizures
Lord please let em understand I'll kill em in my leisure
Shout out Tuface Idibia
You’re humble like no other brothere
From Grass to Grace I look up to you
Word to mother!.
Did this with no backing label
Just an inner voice saying “Carry on!”
Sometimes Pure Water sef was hard
How much more Capri Sun?
Would ping and call like
“Bro, you there? You there?” (No answer)
So I now know the friends who for you will stick up - with no hands up
Never got bitter
Just better
His rookie year, Magic Johnson was a champion
I’m just a rookie, isn't that what y'all discount me on?
Exhibit A - "Xpoint0"

You know I decided about a year ago that I would give up everything I had to make sure I didn't waste the gift that God had given me with my time on earth 


Yeah, you must have heard the Bible story about the talents right?
You either use em or you lose em
So whenever I see em tryna stop a man from using God’s gifts
I be like - who's em?
Cast em like the demons into swine
Lose em!
For this gift I'm Prince Akeem
I traveled from Zamunda ‘round the world to find the woman of my dreams
You know, my Lisa
She’s a, queen sir, hip-hop's now married to me sir
So the beats and subjects thrown at me?
I slice em up like pizza
As I assume rap’s leading role
I'm tryna keep the internal bottoms of my feet
My sole (soul)
Stay modest, spit the hottest
That's how I beat them cold
Pressure makes you a Diamond
Shout out to Wande Coal
One time I spared a beat’s life but I left it comatose
Then I killed it by the second verse just in case it re-arose
Even Pinocchio knows
That you can find me lying
With models on the Poconos Islands
Beating it longer than his nose
You got the Frankincense and myrhh? - I am the gold
This verse is sponsored by “The Gift” - me in a bow
So well suited for this - Saville Row
So ‘Xtra-Ordinary I don't even need the Sena...voe

I mean listen the truth is it hasn't been easy at all, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. I thank you God. Thank you for making me what I am today. 


Yes the metaphors are stupid
So some losers get deluded
And wanna sell me for 30 pieces of silver
Like Judas
Even when we fail the truth is, ha
God is love and never fails!
(Now that's ‘Xtra-Ordinary)
No matter the matter
A brother is a brother
Like Biggie’s debut album
“Ready To Die” for one another
Rap’s heavyweight champions
Klitschko Brothers
“X.O, so why you do this?”
Niccuh, I do this for my mother
I'm a superstar, sorry
Hotter than Northern Cali
A Monster
I’m Ball’ing with my Halle Berrys
With Serena's assets - killer bodies
You watch the Espy’s?
Like the nursery rhyme's little lamb
It's me they wanna marry?
Me? Is it the body?
The three Machiavellis
You know
Three two packs/Tu-pacs
Get it? Never mind me
I'm only here breaking every record like levies
No Hair, rap’s version of the son of Mary
Savior/save ya
A piece of cake, come by, have a bite, drink and chill
Abi your stock is going up dude
Create a new me? Right
Yeah, imitation’s the sincerest form of flattery
But you can quote me from today
The best, muhfuckers
I'm tired of acting like I'm not the best muhfucker
Is X.O Senavoe cussing?
Yeah, I know that caused a ruckus
I'm just over here tryna not lose my mind, my focus
Or this gift, muhfuckers
The best muhfuckers
I'm tired of acting like I'm not the best, muhfucker
Is X.O Senavoe cussing?
Yeah, I know that caused a ruckus
I'm just over here tryna not lose my mind, my focus
Or this gift, muhfuckers

My gift, I’m just thankful for the gift … of life!

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Saturday, October 26, 2013

KURT COBAIN - X.O Senavoe | Lyrics

HOOK  (vocals by Koro)

Whether koko den bofrot, or drinking Alomo, Baba God knows that we'll never go low
And if we die, the music won't die, legend will I be, legend is I
I promise to go go, where they've never gone before
We're going for gold ‘til we never go broke
Always go high, keep spittin' fire
Legend will I be, Legend is I


These are probably some of the greatest of my latest verses
X.O versus a beat, carnivore versus meat
Herbivore to the muthaeffin' green, G-O-A-T
Greatest of all time
Say “aye” to I, Jay to your Z
Haters annihilate 'em, everyone else embrace 'em
Not Illuminati but brick throwers, see? I am amazing (a mason)
In less than one year, I put myself in the conversation
For the best to ever do it
Doubters now say they knew it
Oh you knew it? Well I must have missed it, prove it!
My metaphors so rich all of my fans are now affluent
I speak success, in that language I'm effin’ fluent
With feet on the ground, I took off and effin’ flew in
What the Lord has put together, let no rapper put assunder
I understand that cos we over, they wanna put uS under land (Sunderland)
Asamoah Gyan
Y'all know I don’t play!
Beefing me's suicidal - Kurt Cobain!



I was single
But now I'm married to this rap game
She is a gorgeous, jealous, over-zealous, hellish wife
It's a hell of a life
Dodging her monthly cycles, pedaling my lyrical bike
The destination is heaven but this journey’s a hell of a ride
That’s never blasphemy, that’s not for me
I know God is in control and all of my #XONATION soldiers they go blast for me!
The clout’s for you to find out, to know? Well that’s for me
Anopheles flow, even mosquito biters clap for me
(3 claps) Yeah 3 times for me
You see those who mind don’t matter, those who matter don’t mind, and we
All sinners, with an invitation to Calvary
Xpoint0, I'm giving y'all this classic for free
Appetizer, then entre, Koko this just the kose
I don’t need y'all Mr. Beans to gas me up- I'm filled with propane
Flow for miles (Myles) – Davis, on tracks I’m John Col-trane (train)
Bars is suicidal - Kurt Cobain!



From Wall St. to street corners, Chief to chief mourner
Is this the life we chose? The life He chose for us?
Even the best die, I’ve seen the worst fly
Peeped the humble stumble and crumble while the proud thrive
So I'm not following rules wannabees wrote for us
Already ‘treble’d my wealth by not joining the ‘chorus’
Cheers! I’m not the Norm, Ha! I dream enormous
I’ve always stayed myself - by being metamorphous 
It doesn’t matter if you're Yellow, White or Blacker than the Friday after Thanksgiving, you're rocking it with this African cat
Who gave his past up, for the now to go down!
Put off the glitz and white wigs - now wearing Africa's crown
In rap nobody better, without gari what is eba?
Pearl Jam without Eddie Vedder, Okyeame without
Announcing my arrival, rapper you not my rival
Beefing me is suicidal - Kurt Cobain!

REFRAIN (vocals by Koro)

The time is now to be a legend
We here today, and gone tomorrow
The time is now, the time is
X.O, Koronation (2x)

~ KURT COBAIN | All lyrics by X.O Senavoe | Production: DJ Juls | #XONATION 2013, All Rights Reserved. ~

Wednesday, October 10, 2012



She preggers
But she drinkin’
“Aint no sunshine” she singin’
Hummin’ or whistlin’
Damn, this young old-lookin’ chick trippin’
She don’t care
"Fuck y’all", she sippin’
I see her each morn on way out
Keep wonderin' what her day’s ‘bout
New-Sammy-Sosa skin, light brown
She too fine to have her hands out
Beggin' for handouts
Could do much better, hands down
My barber, Chuck, put me up on it
Laid down the story
Now my heart broken
Like the spirit of most Black professionals
But far from dead
Here’s what Chuck said:

Eva was the area diva
Rich ‘til parents leave’d her
Taken by death, delivered by drunken teen thugs
Her uncle, Costello, watched her
Like hawks do
Through high school
Good guy too
Paid for first year of State School
College, then watched her flourish
Drove her to fly
She sailed through on scholar’ships
Third year, as junior
Unc let in Grim Reaper
Buzzed in by love for spirits, the drinker habit
See, this Costello was no Abbot
Then first semester, as senior
She met her Huckleberry
His halo white-washed like Sawyer’s fence
She played that Tom and Jerry
Turned down date offers
But before long he’d Turn'ed h'er
Like Tina
But the flame that burned between them
Would soon turn round to burn her 

Broom jumped and rice thrown
They moved to Harlem
New fam 
With big dreams
But he was harlot
And home was harem
So marriage had problems
House was no home, ask Vandross
She started cussin’
He'd end with bustin’
First arms, then body
Then face
First Pain, then bruises
Then blood
She stayed

See, he’d pinholed her camera
And now she bore his image
Young Ike, baby Finn
A new buck, young Chris
Jumping Jermaine's Jermajesty
A Junior Huck?
Aww Shucks
So for the baby she stayed
The fuck
Said John Mayer
Fathers be good to daughters
I always thought it
Meant teach respect, and
Be kind and her Gibraltar
Meant more than buying Coaches
Guccis, bags, dresses, loafers
Meant treat wife with love, respect 
So children learn the spirit
And daughters come to expect it

She didn’t
Her pops had done to mother
So she thought the whuppin' normal
But dudes in Harlem didn’t
So dropped by the crib
Her absence
To 'talk' it out
Find out how young Huck "was livin'"
The cops found him days later
Still staring in same direction
Stiff like South Park Jimmy's erection
His body bullet-ridden
Face flat
Soul lifted
No Leon, no Heart Beats
No Leona, no Heart Bleeds
Just the silence of a dead lion
Now slain Bo Beep

But Eva's still preggers
Young but old-lookin’
"Ain't no sunshine," still singin’
Hummin’ and whistlin’
She trippin’
But she don’t care
She lost it all, 'cludin' respect
So "fuck y’all", she sippin’
And we keep walkin'
Each mornin'
Mindin' our business
But these our sisters
And brothers
Fam, let's stop the violence

~ NoHairDontCare®


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

X.O Senavoe Lyrics - Illegal Music 2 (M.I)

M.I just killed it, but I rap in the after-life
Mummy-wrap these rappers, embalming fluid’ly grab a mic
Turn ‘er like Ike, then tell Baba Suwe to grab a bite
Imprison him for one year, he might drop some sh*t as dope as mine!
I’m lying! No one as dope or doper
My pops passed, I’m in his Stead, man – where is my Oprah?
In one year, I studied the culture, and did it so kosher
So now that I’m the rap Okocha, I could coach ya!
'Xtra-Ordinary Senavoe – check!
IM2 is now ready cos X.O is on deck!
Xpoint0 coming soon, I promise, Massa – no vex!
I’m bald (I ball), I win – Alec (Alek) – Wek!
Lyrical fiend and phenom, rap’s phenomenal phenomenon
Them faeces wanna see me, tell ‘em the beat is what my feet are on
Frank Sinatra, I see the pussies and Rats in a Pack
The backstabbers are back, but dawg, I’ll murk any cat on a track
Never brag, just stating the facts, I made em a pact:
SANKOFA - ‘taking this back’, no Confederate Flag
I mean – u wanna go to College – sit for SAT!
Or u could etch me on your chest – call it a ‘tit for tat’!’
Get immortalized along the line, I gotta lotta lines
I got em mortified, I’m more defined with more lines than them longs and lats
Longitudes, latitudes – my attitude is 
Dudes is auto-tuning they voice when their rhymes are really out of tune!
Call me Julius!
The crown was roaming (Roman) – Nemo
I ceased her (Caesar) – so now X.O is the hero??
Got Green – so thinking of changing my name to Ceelo
Heavy bars – so thinking of changing my name to Kilos
The rap game is the matrix?? I’m sorry dawg, I’m Neo
And before I came in I put a hat on: Ne-Yo!
You sick? You mean like cancer? My weakest flow is chemo
You got it hotter than Senavoe? Never da’t (Nevada) – Reno!
Sinner! Aren’t y’all?
Well take my scrotum when I die so you can have a ball
Na eff it, they can have em both – they need some balls
They may take that literally so help me hit that “pause” - pause, pause, pause ... (Got it!)
Ha! A lot these rappers are – like twitter avatars
They far from good, but look good from far
And you comparing me to who??? C’mon dawg!
My flow is so Calabar – what is a common dog???
I come in peace, wanna beef? Be my guest
King Kong? Never! (See) I don’t need to beat my chest
Rewind this verse? Yeah, I would too – rappers shaking like Tourette’s
X.O’s on IM2 – I put this crazy beat to rest!