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Words That Never Got to Seba Jun

by Nujab3x

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AxLe and the spirit of seba jun in your speakers or in your room givin you a better mood we're here to reflect eternally on the nujabe blessin beats easily now 4 u n me so kick back with a glass of mine i mean a glass of us maybe a case of the nujabus you can call me axle refer to me as x we're givin you a project called the nujabex! (Live High Up.) and yall can watch us do it Climb up High.) and we'll climb high N-U...J-A...Bex A-x L3 God Bless See the beat told me, "I was lookin for an E-m-c double E, Axle, with a 3 thats me who r u? can we be the one you listen to? cuz we're honest and we're true integrity were livin proof better yet the truth so sing along not tryin to give u the same ol song not tryna point out right or wrong, jus tryna bloom light with the dark in the room weavin dreams with a loom so on a seba jun tip yes we're blessin it substantially without defecit of the hip hop etiquette talented? definite! started in connecticut me as an emcee such a detriment! to the point so relevant but mainstream begs to differ & Im irrelevant if u agree I would say the sounds are excellent for the love i will start embezzlement a nujabes settlement!
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Sumtimes I wakeup 3am for the cravin im achin must be contagion sneezed out rhymes for occasion blew bars out my nose a sickness called the flow not the flu that makes him rap like they do pose new flows for the flow to stay away from those contagious with those outrageous symptoms to rap about hoes so in fact I'm so sick when i fell so ill they say im not doin well they might say stay away hes plagued he doesn't have a bed ridden style that's overplayed and hes never had a seizure for the leisure no lines for the healthy wealthy so u can say I'm infected by the bug Not a medicated Hip hop drug for the love) of the hop (dont stop for the rhyme spit thats it dont quit and for the love of the hip hop dont sit cuz we're luv sic for the rhyme spit thats it rhyme spit they gotta lotta emcees at the drug store waitin in line for the cure that one shot is expensive spot light attention he traded in his style for expenses cuz they say that we need intensive care just be played on the air no longer about the art but the sport and they say my life span underground is short they agree without copying the scene that your style easily will be quarantined they got artificial sounds and flows they stir ina bowl and drip it through the speaker hole I got a sickness called the flow not the flu that makes him rap like they do a new flow for the flows and no symptoms to rap about hoes All hell well im so sick when i fell so ill they might say im not doin well they might say stay away hes plagued he doesnt have a bed ridden style that's overplayed and hes never had a seizure for the leisure no lines for the healthy wealthy so u can say Im infected by the bug Not a medicated Hip hop drug
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A Lyrical peaceland outta no land bars made here with both hands architectural intellectual Soul man oh man pro fam ,dolby digital programed a higher resolution rapper im out the wrapper im out the wrapper without the rapper lack-age without the sign your name trade it for your soul package without a shout solitude type of baggage unpacked my verse out the hearse eulogy rehearsed ,deserted so your mind's clear blank walls in your head, graffiti paints the flow so they know "axl3 was here" vandalism in effect i turned a lyrical no land into Peace land now watch me wreck wreck wreck wreck it all lets make fall we the people are the source lets make em crawl crawl crawl for it all tear the walls lyrics like that deserve a downfall yes we're so appalled flaws flaws lets make em all feel withdrawal make it so there money walls feel so small tear it down hand to hand make a peace land where it use to stand the hip hop peace land mr dedicated and underated under hated, fascinated with educated minds or wise mentality with creativity that defies normality hyperbolic chamber white lets paint it over with gravity half of me is entirely sure i gotta renegade a thousand hammers with a mind pure if their cookies were the cash we'd snatch them back fast with a Rumble set jackhammers loose show em this is how it crumbles the humble tumble for peace ,catch respect or else catch vandalism in effect ,yes blueprints for the peace land set i turned a lyrical no land into peace land now watch me wreck
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I thought this Spiritual State track really had an old school feel to it, So I really wanted to give credit to just old school in general , and just the respect I have for the previous! The history lesson of hip hop as I think of it, when you actually go back in time! Respect to the golden years! -AxL3 lyrics chorus "We're not oh no we're not feelin you, we're not oh no we're not feelin you, We're not oh no we're not feelin you, we're not oh no we're not feelin you... but if I could rewind to 89 id appreciate this moment in time Fellow old flow, i came with respect ,correct I came with love, full effect better yet veteran respect the past previous! peace sign and rewind all my attention to the old times her rhymes for the moment for a second I borrow to copy and paste talent for today's tommorow the sorrow the tears and peers, for the years that passed me nu thin on the radio 4 years all hell all well hot digity they seem to be all sell all fail, common cents and dollar bail buy freedom from the jail, recording booths with gold bars 4 sale and gold mics jus to record the songs they like and no hype jus materialism and no class and role model rhymes that suggest the girls are way too fast racks on racks on racks by the wack wax on wax on donuts for the track Stacks on stacks talented other raps that deserve the same money sack facts on facts many disagree and appreciate the sound and like the way hip hop gets tossed around thats you cash this money that substance abuse to much green on the track your wack x4 too lyrical hypocritcal visual even more stereotypical critical for the mind so cheers yall made it this year as they reminiscin over the art my god as they reminisce over the lost my god as I reminisce over her my god
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we give one sigh for the highs and lows for the lows we will feel these woes these feelings just aint for (show) ohh time for the soul to bleed slow one more high then i swear we'll go but for now 1 drink, 1 more one high before we feel low one sigh for the highs, we're low We all get high and get Low some live fast some dream slow these feelins jus aint for show 1 drink and after that 1 more and ima copa fit cuss words with it realize i might wanna quit drop the mic and shit keep thinking ill never fit and walk away from a chance we missed And he claims to quit gave in never heard em spit but he had a gift but he cant resist from the doubt that might persist whats the point his mind insists no ones listenin the the dream he aint livin in the nightmare within and the crowd isnt clappin they aint here for his ass and now what happened back to the passion back to the wall back to the jack back to the hall back to the gin and back to the cigs back to the spins it is what it is and he couldnt stay up couldnt stabalize the dream with his mind all made up couldnt shape up or keep it taped up so he drank up and celebrates the fact that he gave up We all get high and get Low some live fast some dream slow these feelins jus aint for show 1 drink and after that 1 more and ima cop a fit cuss words with it realize i might wanna quit drop the mic and shit keep thinkin ill never fit walk away from a chance we missed they say all is possible in the right state of mind but in a state that's mine the lime light is hard to find especially in a state of mind that is mine packed up the talent with self esteem I mean i couldn't make it happen the dream based off an attitude allergic to the green back to square 1 it would seem no gleam, no chase for applause i might of even forgot the cause the cause of the mic the words from his head the motive for the hop not only for the bread instead blank face no hope no go no go no rope no pull no rhymes to tote even now forgetting here what I wrote (chorus)
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This is the heart break (heart break) this is the heart break....dance... random heartbreaks is apart of the grow up during your trials you still gotta show up getting use to life takes some time this is your body catching up to your mind No doubt, she got a chance to learn what heartbreak is all about, pain knockin on the right ventricle, trickle food for the thought, makin words edible too, makin sure the words stick with you, digest all the feelings through the syllables , silly you no love from thee, silly me, gullible and from this plate , threw up every single word on the first date not feelin the same so instead he threw the words away, she found them crumpled in a trash can, but hes a man, she still kept on with the same plan, convinced never could there ever be a another man, hes the one but he just doesn't understand he and she they will never make, so she drowned in a heart break. when he threw her in without a love preserver, now shes threw with him because she couldn't swim chorus No doubt he gotta chance to learn what heart break was all about, pain knockin on his chest piece, no ease, when he steps to her with a "please" and she chose him instead what a tease just another devil in a dress, too upset that he couldnt be the best,ah god bless, to the rest who gave the dance another try and didnt let heartbreak, make em die the heart break dance isn't really a dance, its the movement of romance without a chance, and when emotion gets halted to a drop, the same feeling came when the beat stops so to all in this dance of life dont worry in a while this dance will go out of style, and then comes the dance of love , and then comes to you, the dance of love random heartbreaks is apart of the grow up during your trials you still gotta show up getting use to life takes some time this is your body catching up to your mind hospital visits my body is shaking doctor im dying "girl your in a panic" x-rayed your body ain't nothing wrong lady ,calm it on down "you'll be fine in the morning" he said
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Nujabes bless the track for a brotha to influence emissary to do a little cover chorus The pen and pad resemble dad the words from the brain is the mother to help create another so when the ink begins to sink to give birth its just me making love with the words to carry into earth so then when i disperse When I spread this verse I wanna touch every mind without a single curse not a curse like a cuss but not to receive the curse when i get payed off an unintelligent verse rehearsed an oath, to stay hip hop, true guaranteed making sure the art we never cut or bleed warnings that I heed, always understood, there's no lime light warranty without a fee, Ill keep it lit with the humble tumble roar in me the pure flames of integrity what I believe couldn't touch the mic til the words were fit for me couldn't assimilate the culture on the t.v. propaganda video ordinary Joe thee attack of the clones cant escape the woes mystery how this all came to be where I cant make profit like them off of being me If I ain't hip hop , tell me who the hell am I? they say a broke emcee with a broken "fly" a broken record that I am with my reply I answer real hip hop when they ask me why why avoid the light? and keep it underground so underground that there never was a lost n found cuz you were never heard and whats the point in that he ain't fly cuz its broken why does he rap? See they dont understand how im programmed to keep away from the blurry current program not interested in making u a hit jam or a hit list simply for the false bliss y'all wanna see me rhyme like that? spit game like him and sound like this? naw Well, ima keep it real like that, hip hop like us, verses like this! "
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Her Hikari 02:59
chorus Because I represent I represent these words these words these words for the women the ladies the babies , the girls the ones with the curls the light the black the ones who get pushed all the way to the back the ones with the glasses and their hair tied back the ones who feel they need to really act like that the ones labeled too fat the ones who feel they couldnt achieve the one who wouldnt fall to believe Cuz I once saw a girl a lady a girl with her fist to the world the sky the world who didnt want the pearls the jewels the pearls she can get it on her own her own all alone Cuz i once saw a woman a whoa-man i put the wrd whoa cuz she was drop dead we look for the beauty first instead we can find the brains after nuff said this is dedicated, dedicated to the ignorance of us, mostly guilty riding on the same bus, the band wagon draggin and i really seem to doubt, we see the damage that we broadcast or put out , of what the women in the world really need to be, need to be put in our places everyday we see, and it starts wen shes a little girl ,this is definitely how they start to see the world, superficial if shes lucky shell ignore the message, and look in mirrors and say "damn, what a blessing" accept her features and settle for a "no job" and turn her nose from the page and keep her clothes on and keep her eyes off and keep her mind on and keep the televison on pause stop because because the virus spreads quick from the hips up, and tell the magazines they can all shut up! chorus
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whos ever been to the block? the block for writers, the writers block where the words flop, where stop signs in a mental lane make a verbal vehicle stop, no gasoline intervene with a tool, pop, theres a rhyme , but another wouldnt follow, Im feelin possibly irritated by an empty line, why did the wrds hit the cliff with out a cliff note study guide cuz it led flow into a suicide suicide slow n steady suicide face buried under crumpled paper session suicide suicide verbal session suicide ink sliding out my damn wrist disrupted I'm that boy interrupted I'm Frustrated I needa break with my foot on the brake So i can brake solitude for my next take and bleep the bloopers for mistake's Sake sit n wait at the wake as i mourn the scribbled lines dead that couldnt make it here today out my damn head black suits with a dark tie suit the occasion invasion of the rhyme snatchers mental-like abrasion no brain activation, I cant steer so i charged up the rods, when your ready shout "clear" clear my mind is , fear came with it too, with assembly required, the rhymes never came true! A dead end sign? amnesia to the rhyme, so when the car stops, I'm left wondering who am I? there's a mountain of the crumpled paper tries, when i tried to make a call, leave a message at the next sigggggh, the next line left his brain fried, the pain only temorary to the mind, the next try only left a scribbled line, when the pen felt a temporary death , the brain cried as the rap died... suicide slow n steady suicide face buried under crumpled paper session suicide suicide verbal session suicide ink sliding out my damn wrist disrupted I'm that boy interrupted I'm Frustrated I needa break with my foot on the brake So i can brake solitude for my next take and bleep the bloopers for mistake Sake sit n wait at the wake suicide slow n steady suicide face buried under crumpled paper session suicide suicide verbal session suicide ink sliding out my damn wrist disrupted I'm that boy interrupted I'm about to set decapatation to affect cuz the mic I couldnt wreck the words left like my dad out the window flew the pad out the mind no wrds so out the mouth no spit frequently i gave birth to it wrds FREAKIshly the frequency of my rhyme scheme used to be predictably similar to the heart beat of hip hop dont stop never dead but writers block can happen instead the rappers wrst dread the writers take meds a miligram of inspiration on the side to avoid slow n steady crumpled paper verbal session suicide thers a crumpled up paper trail proof that the song couldnt sail i tried the rhyme again but again i fail and i fell to do it well there was a note on his side that described the verbal session suicide
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Flowers 04:46
Flowers chorus a sweet scented melody given from the n-u-j-a-be-s blessed with the pedals of the rose powers kiss em by the gray showers devour my soul to smell the (flowers) created from the hand in the sky the sun rise shows the earth cry why? you hear the screams when the ground blooms you see the tears when the sky booms and its her best friend she needs it now and then supplemented with the chocolate yet again and, one whiff and I'm her friend again my sorry note attached with a stem yes its another chance to catch her at a glance grab it with a stare and seal it with a kiss miss by the mystery of how u get to me doesn't seem to be too hard to gain apology, cuz when my jazz hits the night air, what I did in the past is gone, without a care, yeah , and with my sunshine to the right of me, on this merry go round, we will marry, and stay sound, wow, we're goin on 3 years right about now, we had our ups and downs but we're together now, I messed it up many times created showers, but u and I were saved and I give my thanks to the (Flowers) chorus and i saw them at your funeral I lay-ed awake I couldn't bring myself together cause you weren't awake mistakes understood , gone too soon as the pedals catch the tears falling in the room, my face so sour, as the weather understood and brought down rain showers, couldn't swallow had a lump in my throat, when I heard through the phone daddy isn't coming home, he felt so alone, the stems couldn't hold that pain, this time flowers couldn't keep her sane, and as they drove away, red flowers turn black, they scream " dont look back" ,the scent couldn't drown the smell of her depression ,flowers see life and death and i learned that lesson ,the scent couldn't drown the smell of her depression, flowers see life and death yes, I learned that lesson chorus F for forgiveness fallin freely fit forever fighting faithfully forevermore fixed up furthermore L-O-V-E living life lovely living life's levers , lonely like alone, O for the oxygen omitted off and on Ok o-k-a-y pretty like your eyes W for the double you, you times 2, right place wrong time, cause your on the mind E everyday easily extracted even out the rest because you know I'm ready, refer to the beginning, cant stop to fight the feeling, i cant find the reason, they're there for every season, i pick them for the healing, sumbody somewhere some how knows how im feelin right now, but we can never understand why life showers, but i jus throw away the stress retreat to a bed of (flowers)
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To all who have been waiting, the mystline has now jus pulled up watch your step as u board! we have saved you a spot for the ride no need to rush no need to push We expect You will arrive to your destination in approximatley 2 mins and 50 secs so in other wrds...spot her and make your move....Good luck! As I carry luggage and I make it inside to a crowded train ride populated with a large size and a larger shoulder knockin my folder to the ground and for the tumble paper sound I frown Goodbye good mornin shirt with a coffee stain to add with a reason why im late for work hurt my back was and still is when i slipped on that reason that was dropped by a kid damn so when i got up my eyes were closed but when i reopened eyelids, I froze I arose with a rise of surprise u kno those chick flick glances that deserve a rose "Ohs" and "ahs" my god and I nod with approval with a no resposne removal my brain went south and my south went north love at first sight runs another lap heres the torch and you know how it goes u try to make no eye contact but instead u look back and wen u look back u both have eyes that say "what the hell you lookin at?" everybody knows that the stare moves up and down as you even try to comprehend how u two never shared the same ground owwwwwwww j nazareth she looks good but u wont get anywhere standin where u stood So wen i finally try to make a move for good its like everybody understood Im on the train inconvenient cuz all of a sudden nobody remained seated I see I , couldn't pass , I couldn't even get through and all I wanted was another chance to see you, and everybody made a mission so impossible and made a dream oh so trash can toss able a lady got up with her baby and her baby carriage to block us from meeting up like marriage instead fate keeps me n her divorced with a nature to throw obstacles with force heres how the scene plays ima drop things on the floor thatll keep me away from her for sure I try to dive to save my own day the train door opens when I looked up she got away
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my true color isnt mixed my true color doesnt sound like this my true color isnt definite they say my true color doesnt really fit...in my true color never sits sometimes my true color really isnt for the kids my true colors kinda different naw my true color isnt innocent so Here it is a white paper in my hand lime greens sky blues with a color coded plan When I grow up ima be this man who i colored like this with a brown crayon Ima paint this picture like they said draw me with a tower of that green colored bread crayola a friend who would fool ya making life blueprints that dont even exist I took a nap woke up in elementary lookin back its kinda documentary only remeberin it in black and white and some gray memories black pavement and bullies the hoodies and aqua blue tears shed thank god never wounds painted over red just yellow bus's and throw back brown bag lunches just a simple color scheme to paint me a real life scene Then I blinked and the colors got agressive red with my dad dead and a mess very hard to supress theres nothing u can say cuz tragedy has no colors to describe depressed better yet whats the best color now in my best hue to wash over white with a god damn frown I kept this color on for the rest of highschool i kept my eyes open painting with a better view Heres the same white paper in my hand and here I am the paint brush replaces the crayon except the white papers smudged and erased and replaced with a reaslistic face the piles of money that i drew wen i was young wasnt money that i owned it was money for a loan the last school id attend help me to paint life truthful not always rendered beautiful So now I drink cups of blue on occasion no green so a day off becomes vacation and every dream colored secondary with no room they become tertiary dreams this job everyday a never ending primary color with a color necessary jus to paint it gold but the lemons that i hold that I knew that I drew they were all painted blue too
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it's the final blow and the final view watch her leave as I grin from a window view in front me jim bean as I think of you high heels tap into a distance too too tongue tied and cross eyed to catch my boo time is gettin slow when i start to think of you Time and Time again fish frowns for me n you Time after Time rhymes about the interlude the final blow and the final view watch her leave as I grin from a window view in front me jim bean as I think of you high heels tap into a distance too tap tap tap until she disappears miss her more, mi amor , sure i want her here or , by the sea shore surely with the wine and more senorita sangria necessita si for sure that wine & dine tip on sum her & mine dip back into a mind which summarizes my flip switch flop twitch paranoia for the ditch hop skip through a few numbers jus for me to build some lumber call it Thumper or my jack in the box that persuades me and made my Dr. Jeckel thoughts turn to a fox dirty thoughts and sock on the door time to clean house for appetites on the mind for my drawer open nasty repetition my glor- glory meant to save me but the mornin proved otherwise unwise decision clouded my vision but it was clear for sure wen i caught her standing by the door here this is when it all fell down as she only came to throw the ring I gave her back down her attitude distracts the whole room i payed less attention to the girl beside me in the nude tap tap tap until she disappear miss her more mi amor sure i want her here or by a sea shore surely with the wine and more senorita sangria necessita si for sure
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Because I do believe in folklores, because a folk or a folk whore messed up his world with a word or more so furthermore call her life with a slice of love for the wife the hip hop drop top so drop her top and her bottom 4 lines to make love to her vibes jus 1 more time and in the morning make love pressed against her lips so when i woke the mic replaced her finger tips sippin up a few sips more so wen she spoke beats hit the floor and wen the tears splashed synthesized cries for the emcees who died word to paradox emotion took off like flies so please forgive the long soliloquy forgive the silly mannerisms here to over power me to give these silly little rants with these silly little rapper hands jaws drop wen i caught her by a glance to get in line for my chance as impossible it seems I still asked her for the last dance we bowed out in the night sky when tears dried wen i told her it would be alright we made rhythm for the vision we tucked in the curses for the verses and rehearsed a different version so we can create the sounds of a virgin yet to be touched and yet we all know shes never heard enuf Shes only seen in my dreams in between every scene in my bed sheet pretty feet and foot notes help remember what i wrote so when i awoke with a new song in reality she helps 2 sing along shes never seen only heard through headphones alone over over saturated party zones or even speaker phones or on the t.v. misrepresented now by them or we, we turned her out, no doubt we turn her up turn it off when we don't agree with her new song soft with her touch to my vision and my rough for the ruff draft I kiss her sound touch her mic for the craft she made it possible for us to dwell in the same room and look pass differences that we still resume so never press pause for the cause cuz wen the music plays it distracts me to have a good day i continue to let her disrobe recount the first time her sound waves passed through my ear lobe rememberin the first time wen she let the beat drop to tell me yes you "quote" the world is mine her birth is unknown un-natural clones grown in her place to try to taker her throne but we the underground lost or found whether money made or respect gained will never let her get away pieces ripped from her by the ones who passed away and their mics buried under tones and rip rib Lip to producers still bangin beats under grave stones yo f them ringtones

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Nujabes died on my bday :( , I (AxL3) wanted not to just celebrate my bday but also celebrate the memory of Nujabes 's music as well! and capture the love he received universally (and continues to recieve) through covers of his beats by people who were fans of his, or beats from his latest spiritual state, or some beats from him that were my favorite! I hope that this captured the sound that might of been, if these words got to Nujabes for us to have collaborated (a dream that will now never be)...So heres "Words That Never Got To Seba Jun"

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released February 26, 1989

Nujabes, Clammbon With Yamazaki, Mino & Yamane, Emissary, Jelehu, Ari Lennox (raps by AxL3)

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Nujab3x Springfield, Massachusetts

Rapper/Producer : AxL3

(Alex Lawrence)

B.D.- 2/26/89

Age :23

Springfield Mass

{rican and Trini} graduated w.my bachelors! next step, HIP HOP! Im an emcee, artist, Martial Artist, former track runner ,In love w/Pink Floyd & HIP HOP

website : x-mass.bandcamp.com

Producer/DJ : Nujabes

(Jun Seba)

2/7/74 - 2/26/10

known for his Hip Hop, often blending jazz influences into his songs
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