The Prelude​.​.​.​EP

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This is the promotional album release prior to "The iLliterate Papers" by NoTiQ aptly titled "The Prelude...EP"

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released July 17, 2009

Soul Theory Productions,Produced by Saki XL for ISE Productions, Kajmir Royale, B.Ware (ASCAP)

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NOTIQ Marietta

Born in Albany, Georgia ,Atlanta Rap Recording Artist, NoTiQ, releases "The iLliterate Papers". Previous releases include "The Prelude EP"

Founder/CEO of The iLliterate Papers, LLC and Executive Producer of b.ware's "The Red Tape Chronicles" available now at www.bwarefaction.com.
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Track Name: Analyze Me
Verse 1:
This is not a subliminal contest/congest context/yes/as I spill these quotes/I’m non-militant/form militias with the pen/and shyt/I’m ready for war/stories told by most who boast/I’m at under belly of hope/searchin for notes /that sam cooke never spoke(haha)/he lookin at Barak like you sided with the system/no key/chains should only be broke/cuz if not/they can again be locked/similar plans told me to riot the world/when he got shot/to murder a man’s/to erase accountability/I rather torture those/ f*ck h*es/and blow dro/but that’s my instability/it peaks like wave over mountains/ in 2012/we already seen a flood/views of fiery hell/the end times/ I’m thinkin I should spend time/ cuz it’s a thin line/when the pen’s mine/but God I’m still cryin
Chorus(x3)
And just so remember it later it’s the illiterate papers
Verse 2:
Inside this prism/there are many you’s/cell division divided the many me’s/to show many of you/ the beauty I posses/ walt Whitman-esque/rainbows exist to demonstrate that/we gotta damn near die/to enjoy life/recreate what’s real/denounce those lies/spit up those pills/put down the gun lets chill/pick up the gun/lets kill/oops reflect/relig is not my opiate/this is a selfish song/ or reflect/ I failed when I followed man/so I follow whose correct/those who turn around shall break their necks/become seasoning/ to pour in the wounds of Christ/ who you believin in/ to and fro/ talk of michaelangelo /never sculpted/ to be the specimen/a top the pinnacle/just here to let my trumpet blow/I’m the messenger/don’t let the devil mess with ya/on guard/with my weapon up/it’s Sugar-Free/when called/ we steppin up/ yuh…
Chorus(x3)
And just so remember it later it’s the illiterate papers
Verse 3:
Memorandum for the most of yall/claimin to be a gangsta wit ya d*ck out/I zip my pants/misfit/mostly to the penile/see now/ye shall/transfer purchases/I let the buyer decide the worth of it/shawty yean twerkin yet/word mover/cat tongue /mover her spirit if she weigh a ton/turn it out/where the big girls at /you unhealthy/f*ck who I offend/ I love you so I’m helping/don’t get another helping/not here to change your religion/not my position/nor here to get you wealthy/takes team work/wanna see how my regime work/see Michael/I’ll name drop just how I like dude/white food/Black food/white people have no culture yet/its scientific/in America we was forced to be different/I’ll still ride for my granny and my aunt tho/it’s Sugar-Free asap pronto/NoTiQ iLl/still get ya girl wet/tell her bring a poncho.
Chorus(x2)
And just so remember it later it’s the illiterate papers
Track Name: Pre-Game
Verse 1:
This how we do it when we pre-gamin/now lets rearrange my aim/and this is for adult entertainment/clause intact/whoever engages/should cancel any previous engagement/null and void containment/this sh*t here could lead to an arraignment/for first time offenders/felonious mavens/the loneliest cave-ins/law supporters run deep/with hot water to ya neck over ya anklets/ braclets/with a key hole/and a peephole face it/ to view the world behind a five inch fiber glass wall in a amazement/or you get a facelift/ I done seen twisted vodka twist metal/and split a brain sh*t/all over your republics for you hit the club/meet boulders over shoulders you rubbin/kiss freaks/cheat death/one love is a hundred/ you can either haunt or be the haunted/ (all of my women) bottoms up
Chorus(x2):
Grab a mod(t)el a bottle/we all know em/before they hit them nico parties/we gon show em/you aint gotta go far to have a good time/dim the lights/sip a glass/with a slow grind
Verse 2:
A shame I gotta show the niggas my age/ how to do this sh*t/I’m young too/I wasn’t listenin to Cuban licks/linx/oops excuse me/I produce ignorance/ akin to my youth/all f*ck it I’m in the booth/pinnacle if you low in the wallet/liters of juice/kool-aid preferably/bag of chicken/ fry let it cool/facebook events to the coolest fly scallys who spread the rumors/ move all the furniture/out of ya living room/niggas you know the rules/only got third legs with ya/betta bring a bottle of something/gon get the pitcher/him downstairs/rolling up the creatures/them green fury goblins/we keep in the jar/cover the stench up/coco Bacardi being kept in the fridge/ciroc shots for the women/oh yea/we keep that hid/thirsty ass nigs/get girls drunk to get they tip wet/still think they goin to the club/shawty sit back
Chorus(x2):
Grab a mod(t)el a bottle/we all know em/before they hit them Y.R.D parties/we gon show em/you aint gotta go far to have a good time/dim the lights/sip a glass/with a slow grind
Verse 3:
Sit back/matter fact/sit it down/less you want some of this card table/exit the kitchen now/fellowship with gents/prolly talkin politics/on who gotta the better body/my room off limits for the party/o shyt/my nigga Swain back from Cali/say he hella good/david swang thru with a fat ass sally/off-season for smoove/Gerald sent pics thru the tube/holdin it down at training camp/shawty took off her boots/when the toes expose/bring out the drink games/girls be forgettin im NoTiQ/callin me big Gabe/friends from middle school still f*ck with me the long way/party dying down/she on her cell phone/forgot to meet her friends at the club/now they goin home/talking bout she fell asleep/yea she sleepin with me/lil freak/with the sloppy double chese/can I get two of those please/two of/two of those please
Chorus:
Grab a mod(t)el a bottle/we all know em/before they hit them Black Sea parties/we gon show em/you aint gotta go far to have a good time/dim the lights/sip a glass/with a slow grind /Grab a mod(t)el a bottle/we all know em/before they hit them home team parties/we gon show em/you aint gotta go far to have a good time/dim the lights/sip a glass/with a slow grind
Track Name: Bare Soles
Verse 1:
You know I like to get my sole on/been doin this since I was sold on/plantations with my soul gone/now hold on/transferin/praises to my currents/thoughts to my whole home/so long to any infiltrators/infidels who trade us/recreated a language/we created this English/anglo-saxons angst,/song sangs through our anguish/our aim is/communicate via holy codes/afro-asiatic/nilo-saharan holy ghost/comatose/the world place me in a drunken state/tongues I now debate/is it real or fake /these states of a/with the recent stakes/ready to burn us/for conversing with our racial mates/most of these issues don’t concer u/still screamin hate/this lightness in my skin never screamed rape/pardon the illiterati/these psalms ascended from/my palms from me to yours/cd’s to bangin on doors/transatlantic thru shores/whores to queen pens/auctionees to men/drayton jr to flav/to niggas beatin up b*tches/and getting paid
Chorus:
When we write/where we going.our holy texts are being written this moment/I’ll describe this life thru my involvement/these memories all we got (got, got, got)/these memories all we got
Verse 2:
iLliteri Magi/status achievement/had I put my/earnest in what I believe in/dialectic schemes/P.I. seized/who /will/relay/the/message to these/runnin third leg/bendin the curve/lean 30 degrees/ forehead exposed/glands exposed/all liquid different roles/ori-gin and jews/only concerned/with cheek structural bones/where the creeks lie/sprung from tears of defeat ducts/or sweat budding bubbled from spears of our meek/we all fighters/papers ripped up/hogged tied em/coercion/conversion/then leaked like nouveau ex virgins/no JD/my records release/EPMD without eric sermon on the beat/never sweet/sow and ye shall reap/my mind finds diamonds/time ends sin/and we move forward relative/they fear absolute truth/this is my give
Chorus:
When we write/where we going.our holy texts are being written this moment/I’ll describe this life thru my involvement/these memories all we got (got, got, got)/these memories all we got
Verse 3:
I shall remember to acknowledge my predecessors/presdestined to neva let ya/down like chris/this bottomless pit/somehow we climb out of it/with no plateau or chair to sit/yet we bare our souls like this/rhythm rhythm /gun shots/pain/sedative/ Ritalin/rid them/of what was sane/build us a prison/India shawn’s brand new world/what I envension/mistress to mr. huxely /no lust intent/we walk together through Christ/musically inclined/we climbed with clever tales of life/eras even through terror/stagnated levels of plight/my flight aint your fight/your love aint my life/our journey and plain sight/yea it is to write/express what they might/if they could only see the light/we expand and blaze/a trail like Sherman/oh Atlanta is burning/feel the heat on our bare soles/praise for purpose
Track Name: Marietta/Tokyo
Verse 1
I’s a rider for my city
North side, no zone, metro A Marietta til gon,
Fond memories of franklin rd, salvation army for clothes
Cob county there wasn’t life past windy hill rd
Was never fond of S-A’s, why, I don’t know
Aint really know of L.A. gang violence just wasn’t prone
So we hit delk, apartment up above was cee-los,
Yea, the goodie mob staple, I was young I ain’t know
Er’ day I went to church, college park, til it got shot up
God father started one out in Smyrna, you prolly popped up.
Who knew then that I could be possibly hedonistic ,
Father’s a cop, he started in the southeast district, six flags drive,
That was damn near fulton, dope boys infiltrated, I wonder what they was pushin.
All I knew that it was keepin my father from being home,
But the stories he would tell me kept me grown, yak no
Chorus:
I was raised in Marietta, I never been to Tokyo,
Had a dream I was the best on the scene, and when I woke,
What I thought was so, man, man
Of course I represent the mother land, but the ATL is all I know
Welcome to, the N-O-T-I-Q shooow
Where ever I go she goooo, man, man
Where ever I go She goooo, man, man

Verse 2:
As I grew up most girl came sidity
And I don’t know what’s been going on,
But dude’s got a strong case of diddy,
Talking bout I prolly shoot em if he hit,
Dawg, yall the same color, the end the day, he aint ya enemy
Teach you a lil history, I get my Jeremiah Wright on,
Speak truth, and yall holla right on, Send me riding papers then I’m gone
Planted like a fern, sense the gully im my tone,
This is strickly for my area, I reach out, speak out, never acknowledge the throne,
You throw parties, I part with gifts from home,
Hear the N-O-T-I-Q is blown, right up out ya radius to yone.
You can call it clamin hoods, you can callin reppin zones
Pure pride fullness in this nobody love you like ya own
C-O-B-B Austell way out to Wade Green rd
Yea homie, that’s where I’m on…yak no
Chorus:
I was raised in Marietta, I never been to Tokyo,
Had a dream I was the best on the scene, and when I woke,
What I thought was so, man, man
Of course I represent the mother land, but the ATL is all I know
Welcome to, the N-O-T-I-Q shooow
Where ever I go she goooo, man, man
Where ever I go She goooo, man, man

Verse 3:
It’s like everytime I notice things, It seems like somebody else success fails me
And I lack some discretion, so you know what that mean
Some sling, some clap, which equal, many fallen warriors, that fell in the trap
And I, A lone Paladin in this crusade, cuz many dying off the chicken grease
And red koolaid, half my friends fugazed and inherently false prophets
Think you gotta sell souls to seek profit, I was a dreamer.
But nite scares on top of the nightmares kept my vision kinda blurry
And my weapon bare, but still i stuck in there
I’m serious, my theme music, you cant fully understand it til ya do it,
Aint forgave myself, just content that I waded and didn’t dive
Cuz that pool is never deep is shallow so many die.
Get they brain particles and plasma exposed
You either quit today or learn to keep ya weapon close…
In marietta