Lyrics
Be Aware as you stare
But don't stare too long
My Uncle Woochie and The LowEnd Gang Orchestra back with a balancing song...
.... it's Woochie, Bitch!
Cerebral cortex vexxed when I inject
New forms the formats phat to be exact
Extract the weak, Power thoughts I speak
Build for my Folks living trife in the streets
And it's like that
On and on and it don't stop
Real hip hop giving props to my 'jects
That's the set on the LowEnd, Trey Nine Divine
365 Brothers trying to stay alive
The Wise combine Fours and Five, the total Nine
The ride is mad hectic, nothing antiseptic
Crept this best kept secret in steps
Those foes that slept, sleep tight, the final death
Is real, Rhymes spill fill gaps and generations
No hesitation to hold my own
Freeze domes at 32
My son, you never knew
Some ProBlack voodoo be manifesting true
Insight's airtight your appetite to bite
Recite your own eulogies,
I'm thorough, 360
Style
bluesdelta blueschicago bluesmotownquiet storm
Credits
Prompt byMy_Uncle_Woochie
GeneratedDec 10, 2025
ModelAria v5
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