GAME 7
woadah
Pre-Cleared
Woadah, also often referred to as Woadah, not only leaves an impression as a rapper with his dramatic, raspy voice, but also with his remarkable skills in the art of producing.
In the year 2000 he released the single "Get It Poppin", featuring the Hip Hop legends A.G. The single struck the market like a bomb and set the stage for Woadah's success:
It was named Beat Street Record's number 1 selling independent single for it's first two weeks on the shelves. The single was distributed by landspeed and even shipped overseas where things really began to heat up.
In the meantime,Woadah has released various albums and mixtapes and collaborated with the likes of: Buckwild, Showbiz, A.G., He also managed to get a grip in the european rapgame and appeared on the albums of Denmark's , Germany's producer Kitsune and Germany's superproducer team "The Snowgoons"'s sampler Kraftwerk.
He shared the stage with aritst like Onyx, The Ruff Ryders, A.G, Smiff'n'Wessun and GURU.
Woadah is a real multi talent. Next to his carrer as a rapper and producer (also for tv jingles, for example for Coors light), he built his own label "Business Crooks Organized", through which he releases "Holy Water".
His music and lyrics are never limited...Woadah guarantees to grab your ear, pull you from your seat and give you exactly what it is you thirst for!
ISRC
QZNN22597907
Custom Track ID
ruPnWSNxCAKT
Composers
isiah T paulin (ASCAP) 100.00%
Original Publishers
business crooks organized (ASCAP) 100.00%
Master Owners
isiah T paulin 100.00%
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Composer
woadah
Lyrics
Crowd loud
Cameras flash
Chalk dust
Heart crash
Lace up tight, last huddle at the logo
Coach talk short, I’m locked in slow-mo
Sweat on my palms, gold net in my vision
Scoreboard tied, that’s a whole lotta tension
Legends on the floor seats, ice on they wrists
But they eyes on the court, they can’t miss this
Mom in the rafters with her homemade sign
Take that shot, boy, this your time
Ball boy bounce me the rock, I feel weight
Of every early morning, every late break
Sneaks leave squeaks in the paint like a track
One deep breath, crowd leanin’ all back
I want the ring, let the whole crowd sing
Every heartbeat sound like a drumline swing
For the city, for the name on my back
For the nights I was shootin’ on a cracked up blacktop
I want the ring, someone cue that dream
Whole world watchin’ while I chase this thing
When the lights go down and the clock hits zero
I’ma walk off that floor as a hometown hero
Point guard daps me, You know what it is
Says nothing after that, but I catch that drift
Crossover tight like a knot in my chest
Defender in my jersey but I live for the test
Spin move, lane open, big man slides
Euro through space, hear the crowd rise
Whistle stay quiet, contact heavy
Float it off glass, hands stay steady
Timeout, final play, nine ticks on the board
Coach draws lines like a map to the Lord
Last look yours, we gon’ clear that side
Team all nod, you can feel that pride
Step to the stripe, see legends on the baseline
Nods from the greats, Kid, this your headline
Clock start, ball in, crowd start a slow chant
Can’t hear words, but I feel what they all want
I want the ring, let the whole crowd sing
Every heartbeat sound like a drumline swing
For the city, for the name on my back
For the nights I was shootin’ on a cracked up blacktop
I want the ring, someone cue that dream
Whole world watchin’ while I chase this thing
When the lights go down and the clock hits zero
I’ma walk off that floor as a hometown hero
Hands up high, feel the rumble in the seats
Ten, nine, eight, that thunder in my feet
Pull back, step back, silence in my head
Crowd hold breath while the ball hangs red
Arc so clean, I could write my name in it
Net snap loud, whole world came with it
Squad runnin’ at me, confetti in the air
Tears in my eyes but I don’t even care
I want the ring, let the whole crowd sing
Every heartbeat sound like a drumline swing
For the city, for the name on my back
For the nights I was shootin’ on a cracked up blacktop
I want the ring, someone cue that dream
Whole world watchin’ while I chase this thing
When the lights go down and the clock hits zero
I’ma walk off that floor as a hometown hero