Best Licki Ucroj selections from the early years (2010-2013).

Best of Licki 2010-2013

i wrote and recorded this before i knew anything about rap
track 6 from Ghetto University (Part 2/3 of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes)


"caterpillin"

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when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

wrapped up in a blanky;
comfy, not sweaty or stanky;
ain't out catchin cold,
so you won't need no hanky!
ain't even gotta prep or groom
'cuz you caterpillin in your own cocoon

sometimes we go out 'cuz we wanna get that high
but i don't smoke, need a whack-tastic guy, nor wanna be the victim of a drive by
don't toke? yeah i said it, you hadn't read it wrong
rather sit up alone -- not stoned -- and dragon slay egos with another song
plus y'alll i'm broke and it take work to roll blunts
operative word is roll: off your tongue, verbs make you run have to get off your bum

never spend more than a day on a vid (song, lyrics, track)
just practice for my future as a raze-r film actress
so believe me you i prefer to flow, show off, and let it go
fact is my mouth stacked: my words ain't your soft mattress
take your hot flashes, heart fractures and get out
words matter i mean meanest leanest truth don't p-p-p-pout

when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

my dad want me to retire but i gettin higher (gotta blow dry her hair out?
pretend i ain't black to get on TV?! even just to get on top of Weezy?!)
ok Pops i'll do you a favor: won't curse (much) on this slow jam
oh youse a rasta mon?
let me take it a little faster then
at least the rap part, y'all know i ain't movin from this hospital ward
i have plenty of maxi pads thank God 'cuz i maxed me credit cards

mind's sexin your city, feet sprintin titanic blocks
through white chalk outlines just in time 'cuz i still look pretty
enough to climb back inside your box and rocks it rough
lookin u down so u can feel me up; what's in that bra? hope it's a D cup
Nicki Minaj wolf eats 'lil red capes --
i'm huntin, machete belly: i let grandma escape

Drake say "i'ma do me" -- that fake ish, see: i'ma woo me
take me out for steak when lil girls break my heart
apart in pieces so i'm peacin
Usain Bolt ready set: stop standin on my shoulders!
finished 'fore you start save time for real love when i'm older

(hit me when i come baby)

ha. ha. ha.

dis Licki, i'm a bad bra bitch with sticky fingers and always
lingerie-clad
won't see me: i'm caterpillin in utero (room womb)
ain't tryin to linger; still the best you never had

heart race million beats a minute maid
but caterpillin like a step from sun to shade
this (pain} ain't all in-vein

BPM still up cuz i'm always in love
not burning all the cals but who you? shallow Hal?
beats at one twenty like my weight but like bait i'm just
sittin villain waitin for someone killin enough to date

when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

caterpillin ["Bongo Bong" (Dubstep Remix) Instrumental]

Licki's verse(s):


this album just dropped, deez char-actors already copped the beat
between the weed and blow spot, in the time it took Beyoncé to tumble in
and you to compose a tweet
da ripper Jacked it, ridin beats like bitches in the passenger seat
that sweet clean sound's CompanyZ, but now i'ma Lick it dirty

hip hop didn't save my life, it invented another
used to hate rap; at 8, bought a Bone Thugz tape
but it was for my brother
now reppin hood rat got my hood up like Trayvon
spit in the face of criminals, the five-o, and 
normal mother fuckers that they both shit on

i don't discriminate, they're all the same to Licki
like i don't preference or rate any alter egos of Nicki
Roman ain't classic, more like Jersey Shore and pasta salad
i'm the Rapture Rapper. take no holidays. you stupid hoes can have it

"but whoa, can you rap like Nicki?" I DON'T WANT TO. i'm bored
please. i'm a serious artist. no really. i've won awards

hmm but half my verses recorded with blizzard brain: torn,
head split, heart stained. well starting now Licki gets reborn

I am just a parody, but you all are scared of me
You should be prepared to see, C O dot Z

see Licki can talk about shit that Lauren never could
like the Doctor that got me drugged up, fucked slut, addicted good
switched from "lick her" to "liquor" to insert name here (rude)
nah, i ain't gon name ya... but kinda wish a nigga would

guess what? i fucked your girlfriend. that's chapter one
of the book i'm writing soon as my debut mixtape's done
May eleventh, check it: it'll be the rebirth of me
you'd never know it if IMDb's how you know me professionally
and i'm always honest with you so tell me honestly
will you still get off in my hands, when i give you the finger from a 3D screen?
think i just lost some fans. guess that's just the price of fame.
i'm talkin like this cuz it reminds me of you (lame).
my address? is only for legal docs & scripts, see
so in the mean time, address all your hate mail write to Licki

Jack of Co.Z - I Am Just A Parody (ft. Licki Ucroj) [Nicki Minaj - I Am Your Leader Instrumental]

www.soundcloud.com/getjacked  www.soundcloud.com/jack-mccrack

Licki's verse:

fuck that motherfuckah fucking his mother, Oedipus Rex
call my plot the candy flower shop (it's in your Rolodex)
bouquets of creamy milk chocolate lips: i got that edible sex
i play Princess Lay-her in da movies: Star Wars special effects

i fuck Nasty fuck white girls and haha fux wit Nicki
if ya man suck and flaccid you can try your luck with Licki:
sickly dirty but dayum that A-classy pussy clean
you wanna scissor the inseam? you can crop my pic out the magazine

put bluntly, fuck your constitution and your leaders
it's a free cuntry: where's restitution for poor pussy eaters?
hunting hungrayy, search "NRgAy" on Wikipedia:
the Hello Kitty law passed and i cannot wait to greet her

i fuck the word fuck, two fucks in a row
then i make fucks fuck each other (no homo though)
i fuck errthing EXCEPT YOU. fuck two heteros.
i fucked the ugly ducks grown up: Black Swan Natalie K.O.ed.

cuz two heteros is just (BOO!) hater hoes 
and i used to make toast with a fuse that explodes
when a few status quos get knee-view and then blow
fuck everythin 'cept men who don't listen to "no's"

i peruse waiter bows in event of a row:
tie the noose round your neck when you abuse me for sex
this the wicked bitch of the best

i fuck over villains -- (CONQUEST) -- and you're next

OUTRO: 

once upon a time a mixtape named Kush&SnowDay
was better than all others but received no radio play

part Kush was that arrogant hip hop you blast in your car
whilst wondering who can feel your bass beat
or tell you're blunt riding from afar

Snow spoke of truths only the bravely insane dare speak
reminiscent of homeless self-appointed preachers: 
schizo-frantic but like all flakes, oddly unique

now the Day has been written and all said
and it's time all the little kiddies went to bed
with pictures of crack, jack, and twenty sacks
stacked in their heads

Jack of Co.Z - Fuck Everything (ft. Licki Ucroj & Jack McCrack) [Tony Yayo - Ballin' Instrumental]

Written by www.soundcloud.com/lickiucroj (and T.S. Eliot) featuring http://soundcloud.com/arnoldmaurmusic
Mixing and additional instrumental composition by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked


"how to do thangz with wordz"
from P****/Cat (part 3/3 of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes)

lyrics:

there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how

"Lauren, get up" why? i'm a homewrecking slut
"Lauren, stand: fight!" but for what? right?
fight to lie awake naked, drenched in self-hate 
lightning hot date with Lonely? every alienating night!

Licki? just an invention: her words my mafia henchmen
reprimanded in class: detention! cuz i'm not paying attention:
still writing that verse. my curse, i should mention,
is i can't let go of bullshit, brand it: anal retention.
my memories worst come to mind first and will last
till i'm immersed in that hearse and buried in a trench, then
electric pain will still surge with little to no apprehension
this rap shit? a suggestion: quit it. intervention. 

a post-trauma self-attack: never been to Iraq
still each day i battle the bottle begging me to come back
"maybe with a perfect body you'd want me
else i make it to shot twenty three so you won't haunt me"
waking up so groggy (ha ha) it's funny that i'm wobbly
when asked if i'm depressed intolerably the answer's always "probably"
how do i admit all of it? fact: that i'm an alcoholic
that i can't have "fun" or whatever the hell the rest of you call it

you're appalled? shit. well let's all nitpick
the girl without a lick of wick
at the end of the fire she lit
can't bend what's already writ
only spits truth in a fit, but honest vomit
doesn't make it any less sick

there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how
there are many things that i would like to say: they're true
but i don't know how
i don't know how

Licki defined in the dictionary as a simple misfit tearing
through a toxic mixture daring me to drink it, caring
for the scared like a missionary cuz for Lauren addiction rarely
lets her brain make deep inquiries so Licki is the witness blaring
sickness from circle prayers: sing to exorcise all fiction, bearing
gifts cuz this shit quits barely. half of me is heartbreak wearing [<-LAUREN],
other berates the bitches staring [<-LICKI] (she knows this is perfect pairing)
self-love's "What To Do When You're Not the Kind of Girl Ma Approves to Marry"

so go on you do you, cuz i'd do me too
so much i broke bone and split my own head in two
i Licked brain where there was pain and lipped a simple truth
left linked proof; check my ink, yeah that shit is tattooed:

you spit truth, i will respect you
you dare touch her, i'll arrest you
you try to fuck her, i will wreck you    
you in the gutter, i'll protect you
wake amiss, i'll leaven rescue
make a wish and heaven bless you
dis Licki bitch: the only fucking ship who's never left you

there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how
there are many things that i would like to say (they're true)
but i don't know how
i don't know how
there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how

"Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all'"

there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how
there are many things that i would like to say: they're true
but i don't know how

how to do thangz with wordz (featuring Arnold Maur) [Lupe Fiasco "Words I Never Said" Instrumental]

Part One of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes 
presented by www.soundcloud.com/companyz & mixed by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked 
additional vocals and melodic composition by http://soundcloud.com/havilandstillwell

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this is for everyone with too many words and no one to give them to
so they keep you up at night
and if you're like me and you can't sing i give you permission
to sling words, hurl bells (ring!), wake 'em up
sting 'em til they give a fuck about you
impossible's never true
fling your poetry 'til your face is blue
this song
is still about you


when you try your best but you don't succeed
i'm just waiting to get better
when you get what you want but not what you need
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 
when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
i'm just waiting to get better
stuck in reverse
and the tears come streaming down your face
i'm just waiting to get better
when you lose something you can't replace
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 
when you love someone but it goes to waste
i'm just waiting to get better
could it be worse?

in one night, jaded: standin upright
to hastily wasted
in this space waitin Patient for the sight
of trauma satiated
"see me! abate this! " i prayed it. and had faith. shit.
your absence is abrasive
mouth still spittin out this taste in it 
white walls stained with my perpetual plight
and i hate it
you're evasive. i'm incubated. frightened
with breath bated
visitation rights are only for the wife
and we never dated
still
woulda been more than nice 
if you'd have made it

and i will try
i'm just waitin to get better
to fix you

in and out of class, years passed
i didn't notice
i asked, "you love me?" exasped
you said, "focus."
there's nothin i won't miss.
each new love's a cold kiss, 
bad blood, bad breath, halitosis.
an excuse to relapse feelin hopeless,
rhyming crass and too fast: roadrunning's
how i blast the urge to stay broken.
aghast, i purge. Hell, i already wrote this.
it's no miracle remedy, no hocus pocus
i'll have to ask myself just... who's the hostess
of this calamity and why can't we co-exist?
you're the doctor, you tell me. i paid my fee.
diagnosis this.
cuz

i'm just waiting to get better
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 

in Spanish "take care" is "cuidate" bitch.
mind panicked i ravage cabinets
in aftermath damage, liquor wreaking havoc
on quilted fabric of past not built to last:
drastically disastrous. 
heart bypassed, sickness moves south: gastric
the moment's past, trick.
i asked, pick me pick me pick me.
thank god you didn't so i could write this lick, see
it's just the art that keeps my skin thick, believe
even with my heart on it there's tricks up this sleeve
i'm not like the movies
at the end of this fantasy
kitty cat's no pussy
my beauty turns beast

when you try your best but you don't succeed
i'm just waiting to get better
when you get what you want but not what you need
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 
when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
i'm just waiting to get better
stuck in reverse
and the tears come streaming down your face
i'm just waiting to get better
when you lose something you can't replace
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 
when you love someone but it goes to waste
i'm just waiting to get better
could it be worse?


lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
lights will guide you home
and i will try
i will try
to fix you

i will try
to fix you
to fix you

you said, "there are things you are afraid of, most of them won't happen,"
true cuz were you wrappin me in love i wouldn't be rappin
i'm afraid of my pillow, i'm afraid of sleep
the day heals but you're there to break my heart in a dream
i'm afraid of future, i'm afraid of dad's disease
i'm afraid i'll get everything i want and nothin i need
i'm afraid to recuperate halfway, with no feeling
not afraid to die but can't live forever unhappily
"some of them might happen, you will probably cry if they do"
sometimes people die, it's stupid but why i say "i love you"
"and then i'll tell you what happens, you cry a whole lot" i do!
i did! bought Kleenex stock to mop the snot
"and the next thing is you get up" 
no matter how rough
"and start over"

lights will guide you home

(there are things you are afraid of. most of them wont happen. some of them might happen. you will probably cry if they do. this is what has happened to me a bunch of times. then ill tell you what happens. you cry a lot and then the next thing is you get up and start over.)

Free download

Waiting Room (featuring Haviland Stillwell) [Drake "Marvin's Room" Instrumental]

Part One of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes 
presented by CompanyZ & mastered by Jack of Co.Z

written, recorded, & mixed by Licki Ucroj

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now i lay me down to sleep
the Lord i pray my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake
i pray the Lord my soul to take

in your bed i'm sick
of my head i'm sick
not dead yet, stupid, just licked
Lauren's term might end
exterminate her
little friend
take the fumigator
and then
tonight's for 
wine and dine and dyin
rhymes designed to pine for 
the stars to align 
i never sleep tight
put up with all but can't put up a fight
the bugs the drugs the love 
they all bite

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this soul

my glass fillin cost my vision
at the altar of frothy religion
hittin Casper ceilings
causes frost-driven, frozen meaning 
jaws believin
they can unpause the thaw
and heal me
cursed so i'm the rawest livin
verses the rawest written
lips pursed, they lost all feelin
but swore first not to give in
reverse what God's willing
disperse the shots at women
devices lost to botched decisions
posh vices? i flock to 'em

self-made villain
cold-blooded ego killin 
bone chillin
mind's laws keep me imprisoned
in prison
lions tigers bearing kittens
all sick, shit. i've been bitten
licking wounded mittens
all my wires crossed within and 
spit's unholy water washin children tossed
a million from milk carton coalition
am i forgiven? for goin missin?
been sloshed from the beginning

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this hole

how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume to end?
how should i begin again?
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume to end?
how should i begin again?

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this whole

broken sundown fatherless showdown
gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah i suck dick
lose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls
river sweep away my memories of
children’s things a young mother’s love
before the yearning song of flesh on flesh
young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh
a young brother skinny and tall my older walks
oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping
flowers in the water,
but i’m just his daughter
walking down an icy grave
leading to my schizophrenic father
weeping willow won’t you wallow louder
searching for my father’s power


Siren Song [Uncle Murda "The Warning" Instrumental]

Part One of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes 
presented by www.soundcloud.com/companyz & mixed by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked 
CocoRose "Smokey Taboo" remix instrumental by http://soundcloud.com/taylor-norton

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ain't a single white female rapping like this
spitting back the poison of an attacker's kiss
my thesis a call to hold myself up by my own wrists
prematurely miss the one man who always held me in his
still break my neck trying but i just can't die
actions speak louder but i'm paralyzed
bone tired, sun comes and stunned, i can't rise
tongue tingling, not fun: these life-long lungs on fire

they call me smokey taboo
i got your name tattooed
high like a helium balloon
midnight to noon
i'm a desert child
and mountains make me nauseous

still posturing fetal, baby, i'm crying "world"
no frills. life is fostering Daddy's girl
Will's bothering: "Baby, try to unfurl!"
what's real's if Daddy's dying then i'm a dying girl

this song's all self-medicating the wrongs
i'm Righting then dedicating long
to my father to levitate him. Mom
alone? The thought's devastating. GONE. 
life's work just relegated from calm
to pawn. (k)nights? race to evade them.
and we're too proud to ever debate it.
so i rap gifts just so i could say this:
repeat fond words until i can take it
no wand's magic can keep me breaking
dawn on days i regret my waking. yawn,
and smile. the feat is faking. 
oh, little Lawn
that's my name and
he's my core and he is shaken. 
that's the lesson-making:
do everything right. and. Life will quake it.

i like to look up wild at an infinite sky
twinkling with diamonds
it's true i get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness
thinking of the night song of your hair
premature as evening falls it calls to me
interrupted by the sirens in the street

this song's all self-medicating the wrongs
i'm Righting then dedicating long
to my father to levitate him. Mom
alone? The thought's devastating. GONE. 
life's work just relegated from calm
to pawn. (k)nights? race to evade them.
and we're too proud to ever debate it.
so i rap gifts just so i could say this:
REPEAT FOND WORDS UNTIL I CAN TAKE IT
no wand's magic can keep me breaking
dawn on days i regret my waking. yawn,
and smile. the feat is faking. 
oh, little Lawn
that's my name and
he's my core and he is shaken. 
that's the lesson-making:
do everything right. and. Life will quake it.

somedays you're like an anchor on my heart
they say that stolen water tastes sweet
more like rotten milk and rancid meat to me
i prefers when it is free
like looking at the stars
don't need no fancy cars
when we first
our kisses sparked
yeah i'm afraid of sharks
but not the dark

you did the music thing
and i would never sing
wanted to be good enough not to be embarrassing
i hit the lottery
knowing that you're proud of me
this is me on ground, not floundering
the sound of things not going how we wanted them
is paper thin
in my mind it was a win
and you?
i am you.

5. 8. 11. 22. 27. 32.

Tomb…or, Raiders of the Lost Heart [CocoRosie "Smokey Taboo" (N. Lights Remix by Taylor Norton)]

released 06 January 2013 

Instrumental production by Ignant Music (www.soundcloud.com/ignantmusic) 
Additional production & mixing by Jack of CompanyZ (www.soundcloud.com/companyz) 
Lyrics & recording by Jack of Co.Z & Licki Ucroj (www.soundcloud.com/lickiucroj) 

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I ain't never told no lie, oh wait, that's one

These rappers aint real, they're lights cameras and action
These fake rappers say words, sprayin em like a full clip
Talkin that cow patty talk, hanh? Bullshit

Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit

That rapper got a lot of money, but he'll be in debt soon
They rented that shit for the video shoot: the coupe, and the chick next to him
This rapper said he'd shoot me, bitch I just might test you
Run up on me with ya boy, followed by the media and the press too

Paparrazi take shots, while he's doing em at the bar
That fat rapper sells drugs, he's a criminal at large
But it's all a mirage, they took the truth and blew it up
They tell em what the label says to tell em, that's true enough...bullshit

I ain't never told no lie, oh wait, that's one

These rappers aint real, they're lights cameras and action
These fake rappers say words, sprayin em like a full clip
Talkin that cow patty talk, hanh? Bullshit

Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit

i eat beats on beats on beats, wit a side of industry beef
that #1 rapper's green ain't prime meat; sheeyit, not an ounce of protein
press release say you milkin mansions: why it look like cottage cheese?
i swallow warm fat raps, spit that shit back iced cream

when i said "tweet me" and indiscreetly, did i not ask sweetly?

put briefly, Vnasty's White Girl Mob is beneath me
Kilo, Banks, and Kitty: Tumblr teens just dreamin
former queen Nicki? seems she's nothin left to teach me
i'm rap's savior calling bluff: Jesus, please receive me 

I ain't never told no lie, oh wait, that's one

These rappers aint real, they're lights cameras and action
These fake rappers say words, sprayin em like a full clip
Talkin that cow patty talk, hanh? Bullshit

Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit

Download It Here

Jack of Co.Z. - Cow Patty Talk (featuring Licki Ucroj) [prod. Ignant]

lickiucroj@gmail.com

Often ratchet, sometimes rapturous, always raw: Licki (FKA Licki Ucroj) juxtaposes the swagger and wit of contemporary rap with riveting, chaotic, and wholly unexpected production elements to cultivate a sound best described as "gift rap." Think Nicki Minaj's lyricism + Lizzo's performative prowess, raised to the power of an early-aughts indie rock band.