My life truthfully used to be kinda nuts,
I couldn’t escape, couldn’t look myself in the face,
I was a victim to my own hate, fate didn’t help,
Turned my feelings off, so I can’t equate how it felt,
Ngajuana, sorry if my rap style’s emotional,
But you don’t know the drama and the bullshit that I’m going through,
Right hand I hold a pen, left hand I hold a noose,
No-one can tell me lies it’s time I told the truth,
I went from black trash to Class-A, 
I shed light, now my dark days are passé,
Things change in the blink of an eye, no one’s surprised,
More so than I, about my incline, I’m on the rise,
Got a way with these words that works, and plus there’s,
A lot of dudes - a lot more famous that just serve,
As examples of dudes who’re dumb and just curse,
Let me dumb it down for their benefit, they’re just worse. 

And I will not be stopped I will not be labeled, I will not get dropped,
And I will not lose, I need top place, so I will top you,
And I am the dopest, rapper on this whole planet, the man has spoken,
I Inhale rappers like the plants I’m smoking, and the only difference is that the ganja’s potent.

My life isn’t too bad as it stands now; 
I’m hands down who’s next in line for the damn crown,
So I can’t lounge, can’t be confused with these damn clowns, 
I stand out, and any who oppose stand down,
My flows vicious I’m ripping the genre up,
And I don’t make it rain or snow; I make it slush, so place your trust,
Inside me, let Canada ride me,
And I’ll get us up higher than cannabis I.V.’s,
No manager guides me, so I’m stuck with the same,
Everyday, in a rut like, what’s in a name?
But I will blow up like I snuffed cocaine,
Cause I spit nice, look good and got no shame,
So, top of the morning, from the top of the game,
I’m the talk of the town, cause I’m hotter than flame,
You can’t stop me, man, I’m off in my brain,
I’m a monster, you’re better off stopping a train.

And I will not be stopped I will not be labeled, I will not get dropped,
And I will not lose, I need top place, so I will top you,
And I am the dopest, rapper on this whole planet, the man has spoken,
I Inhale rappers like the plants I’m smoking, and the only difference is that the ganja’s potent.





I’m so focused it’s no joke, these slowpokes,
Couldn’t catch me if my knees buckled and both broke,
I’m so dope I cost a thousand a gram,
I been stable like a house on the sand, like in Iraq or Iran,
I been steady like I’m Michael J Fox, 
A Plague to emcees, as if I’m the pox, or I was Pac,
I was given the ability to rip a rhyme slick,
If I had a dime for everyone who says that I’m sick,
Then I’d probably be rapping about, how I’m rich, 
But I don’t, so I’m not, so I is what I is,
And I’ll be all I can be-cause I’m just me,
Don’t need slugs all I need is words and this weed buzz,
So take your mean mugs, and stick ‘em to the zipper of my jeans, 
Cause I spit sicker than any human being,
Been sicker than you ever could have been for a minute,
So I walk to the win, while you sprint to the finish.


Potent (Produced By: Jordan Washburn & Madhattr)

(Nid Nodda)

(Intro)
Come one, come all!
This is the un-funhouse of life, where DARKNESS NEVER SLEEPS AND PAIN NEVER LEAVES!!
Once you enter, you may NEVER return!  Oh, and watch out for the clowns, they're not too happy to be here.... Gooood luck!!!

That's the last thing I heard, about three weeks ago or so, 
I'm stuck, shucks, I dunno where I'm s'posed to go,
Now the darkness is heartless and the silence keeps me thinking,
And the thinking keeps me occupied, in contact with my demons, 
Am I past the point of real?  Am I past the point of dreaming?
Am I lying on the floor, or am I running on the ceiling?
I can't control my feelings, seems I'm running out of options, 
It's the mirrors that I fear, no it's the bridge, it won't stop wobblin', 
Well it, must be the bridge, cuz I think I got a problem,
With falling, like pollen, make em grow, I'd really hate to go,
They'd love to see me leave, 
I tried to cut my wrists, but these clowns are giving me these cotton candy razor blades
God can you help me?  Fuckin' answer me damn it!
My desperation quickly turn into hostile panic, 
But frantic, leave me alone, shut up, go away!
Who said the circus was gonna be fun anyway? Huh?

Welcome to the circus, I’ll see you on the ride,
Could someone stop the world, I need to puke over the side,
Welcome to the circus, there are many things to see,
We’ll let you in for free, your sickness is the fee…
 
Welcome to the ride, it’s the circus of our lives,
Please keep your hands inside, last guy who didn’t died,
The world is spinning so quick, it’s making me nauseous, 
This ride sucks, but I don’t know how to get off it,
I ain’t pay to get on, who the hell was checking tickets?
Plus this shit just goes in circles, and I hate the repetition,
All the places that I sit in never change my view,
But do you change the place you sit, or does it change you? 
There are many things to see, but I just shut my eyes,
Cause I’ve been worried that reality might fuck my high,
Something’s wrong with the me that I, myself have created,
By myself, my mental health is frequently debated,
By my peers and parents, it’s not me, it’s only real that scares ‘em,
That’s neither here nor there though, I use their fear like arrows,
I use this here like scarecrows, to keep ‘em off my jock,
They trying not to make me mad enough to write my thoughts. 

Welcome to the circus, I’ll see you on the ride,
Could someone stop the world, I need to puke over the side,
Welcome to the circus, there are many things to see,
We’ll let you in for free, your sickness is the fee…

(Cyanide Spit)

Welcome to the circus, it's deep beneath the surface, 
For the misfits and worthless, who can come together perfect,
Cause there ain't nobody perfect, trust me, that's the verdict, 
Of the people of the circus, but that's what makes it worth it, 
Everybody serves a purpose, like no man will stand alone, 
But that's what keeps it workin', when we handlin our own, 
All for one, ONE FOR ALL, when we rise, when we fall, 
I got momentum, so you'll never slow me down to a crawl, yup,
So welcome to the circus, the one they call my life, 
Try to spend a day in my shoes, you probably won't survive, 
Not that I can, I try, but I'm dying inside, 
I watch my son every day, keep fighting for his life (FUCK CANCER)
Sorta' distorted, it's got my days out of order, 
But I swore to my daughter and my son to be their father,
Til the days stop coming and I'm not here, 
For the dreams and all of the nightmares. 

Welcome to the circus, I’ll see you on the ride,
Could someone stop the world, I need to puke over the side,
Welcome to the circus, there are many things to see,
We’ll let you in for free, your sickness is the fee…



Circus of Life (Ft. Nid Nodda & Cyanide Spit)[Produced By: Madhattr]

Sometimes, I get so angry inside, I wanna cry,
Other times, I get so depressed that, I wanna die,
Some call me a freak, some call me unique,
And I just wonder why I bother to speak,
These days, people only bob to the beat,
But that’s like paying for a burger and tossing the meat.

I need asylum, it’s not hip-hop, it’s conversation that’s dying,
I dialed the paramedics they met me with deathly silence,
If every man is an island, I’ve never been more aware,
Of how often I stand alone, than when other people are there,
The internet has assimilated most of us and integrated,
Itself in our lives, so the rap game has been inundated,
Packaged, tinned and tainted til it filled up with the lies,
The heads desensitized, they can’t love you til you die,
And everybody’s trying to spit, but no-one gives a shit,
There’s no love among emcees, just businesses,
So if nobody’s been paying attention,
Why the hell should I even rap past this sentence?
(2 Bar Pause)
I need this, I’ve never wanted anything so much,
As to succeed, my hunger shows in everything I touch but…
 
Sometimes, I get so angry inside, I wanna cry,
Other times, I get so depressed that, I wanna die,
Some call me a freak, some call me unique,
And I just wonder why I bother to speak,
These days, people only bob to the beat,
But that’s like paying for a burger and tossing the meat.

In my opinion, you don’t pay for the rap, you buy the image,
So it might be dead for Nas, but for me, it’s just beginning,
What really pisses me off, is the deaths of Biggie and Pac,
I never saw them perform, in death they leave me in awe,
The passion with which they spoke for the masses they represented,
Made classics out of their thoughts, and made rapping one of my tenets,
I imagine being that good, can’t fathom being that great,
And that just makes me mad more, angry tears on my face,
And some days I get so down, do little more than play vids,
Struggling to eat meals, as sleepless as I’m placeless,
I compete with the greatest, in hopes that their greatness,
Could infuse my mental or invoke motivation,
But when they made music, music was still music,
And a hit consisted of way more than one or two hooks,
So lately I been wondering why I bother to speak,
Cause these days, true lyricists are obsolete. 

(Hook)


Obsolete (Produced By: Madhattr)

Left home, been gone too long now,
Haven’t walked that road in years,
Write home, but no-one answers,
Guess that means my place is here. (X2)

Right here, right now baby, that’s what matters,
I’m always walking to a different beat, this one’s Hattr’s,
I stroll through the land, shaking hands with fakes and actors,
We don’t live in a society, its snakes and ladders,
I can’t pinpoint the day they came to take the laughter, 
But the smiles been gone, it ain’t safe for rapture, 
Everybody’s in the maze, in the chase for stature,
Me? I’m trying to keep my smile evading capture,
Been a while since I left home, never got a letter back,
Told me not to darken his doorstep, “whatever-ed” that,
And never missed a step, (breathe) never missed a breath,
Never shook his hand, that was the kiss of death,
Shoulda never dissed the man, or, argued with the man,
He had hopes for his son, but his son had different plans,
Hit the road, ran into life and hit the wall too, 
Came crawling back, found nothing left to crawl to.

 Left home, been gone too long now,
Haven’t walked that road in years,
Write home, but no-one answers,
Guess that means my place is here. (X2)

So, so alone he strolls,
Pondering on how the penniless pay for life’s tolls,
All his stress stays strenuous, saying his hold is tenuous 
Is understating his state and being over-generous,
You could say that his genesis, started with being senseless,
Evolved into being censor-less through passion and relentlessness,
Resulting in the birth of a rapper, who through his pen it lives,
Sitting at the bed of hip-hop with straight attentiveness,
Learned that from his father, his Dad was a little sensitive,
Don’t mention it, he’d probably just respond with straight defensiveness,
Attention was the last thing he’d be friendly with; or track down,
He’d rather just been watching me succeed, from the background,
Me being his it is I he’d a given his eyes for,
To hear me have success he’d a died for,
Never got live how he wanted, so I could live how I wanted,
He woulda gave me the world, it killed him, I didn’t want it.

Left home, been gone too long now,
Haven’t walked that road in years,
Write home, but no-one answers,
Guess that means my place is here. (X2)


Left Home, Write Home (Produced By: Madhattr)

Cry Me An Ocean Ft. Ladyface & Moongaze (Produced By Madhattr)

Can't Come Down Ft. Ladyface & Madhattr (Produced By Madhattr)

Ghosts Of A Ghost Town (Produced By Madhattr Word Salad & Sporatic Rolx)

Whose Face Is This (Produced By Madhattr)

The Juggernaut (Produced By: Jor'Del Downz)

No Lies {REMIX} (Produced By: TempoMental)

9:46 (Produced By: Axel Rosa)

Broke Neck (Ft, Bobbi Redd)[Produced By: Depo Darce]

Clap Your Hands (Produced By: TempoMental)

Biodegradeable (Produced By: Madhattr)

A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected. Born Nic Latella, but also known as Josh Wolfe, Ngajuana's credits and collaborators include:

-Adam Bomb -Ambition -Apathy -Belly -Bukue One -Cadence Weapon -Celph Titled -Choclair -Classified -D-Sisive -Dead Celebrity Status (Formerly Project Wyze) -DJ Uncle Fester -El Da Sensei -ELMNT -Fresh Kils -Ghettosocks House of Pain -JD Era -John River -Masta Ace -Method Man -Muneshine -Ngafsh -Raekwon -Redman -Relic -Rich Kidd -Scratch (Of The Roots) -Shad K -Shaun Boothe -Stalley -Sunspot Jonz -The Antiheroes -T.I. -Timbuktu -Tim Worthington (of Maths Time Joy) -Tory Lanez & -Two Crown King.

Head to ngajuana.bandcamp.com to check out full projects Ngajuana has released.

- 2017 Music Industry Arts "Best Hip-Hop/EDM" Award Winner 
-2013 Jack Richardson Music Award Winner "Best Rap/Hip-Hop" 
-2013 CHRW Radio (Radio Western) Fan Favourite Award Winner

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