Nironic a.k.a. NI, vlastním jménem Eric Alexander Cherryhill se narodil roku 1981 v Bronxu, New York, USA. Jelikož pochází z hudební rodiny, měl k hudbě od útlého věku velmi blízko. Ve dvanácti letech si začal z legrace rapovat, ale protože to...
Píseň: Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time not long ago/ In the south Bronx borough where they hustle for dough/ There was a little nigga just trying to flow/ And anybody who would listen he was dieing to show/ Everybody could see he had a knack for the music/ Get on stage and when he rap they lose it/ Ready for the big time lights and fame/ But little did he know rap game's kind of strange/ Hello, Good morning class got the lesson in session/ Better pay attention now later niggas testing/ There once was a boy who was oh so ill/ That when he touch a mic the whole world stood still/ He was in the hood like everyday/ 980 Trinity is where he would stay/ Smoke weed, fucking bitches, just having some fun/ So ready to battle anybody that would come/ His brother said don't be a big dummy/ If you make a couple songs you could make a little money/ Life around here get you nowhere quick/ You either wind up in a cell or with some dirt on your dick/ By this time his cousin was shot in the head/ His brother fighting a case for feeding niggas lead/ Went home got dressed and decided to go/ Said I'ma make it with flow started raking in dough/ Once upon a time not long ago/ In the south Bronx borough where they hustle for dough/ There was a little nigga just trying to flow/ And anybody who would listen he was dieing to show/ Everybody could see he had a knack for the music/ Get on stage and when he rap they lose it/ Ready for the big time lights and fame/ But little did he know rap game's kind of strange/ Now he was doing his thing he was taking in Gs/ Competition not a thing he would take 'em with ease/ He moved up in the game rather quick/ Moniker getting thick Nironic was his nick/ Then he met some producers some hot some alright/ One day he met Wich and they musically fit tight/ They made a record then he blew up bigger/ All the pretty bitches wanted to fuck with that nigga/ Party weed Bacardy started fucking with his liver/ But no matter what his state was he would always deliver/ Then somebody told him go and get a gimmick/ You could take it over to the top no limit/ He disagreed cause his heart wasn’t in it/ But with dollars on the table who would start to be timid/ Someone should have told to just do what you do/ Let them be them you better off being you/ Once upon a time not long ago/ In the south Bronx borough where they hustle for dough/ There was a little nigga just trying to flow/ And anybody who would listen he was dieing to show/ Everybody could see he had a knack for the music/ Get on stage and when he rap they lose it/ Ready for the big time lights and fame/ But little did he know rap game's kind of strange/ Then he got on TV and radio daily/ But his words lost power wasn't feelin' him barely/ Identity crises I mean it severely/ He was living the part but not happy or nearly/ You see the moral of the story is to just be you/ Don't get caught up in the life homie just be true/ That's all for today you can put your books away/ Class is dismissed now run along go play/ Once upon a time not long ago/ In the south Bronx borough where they hustle for dough/ There was a little nigga just trying to flow/ And anybody who would listen he was dieing to show/ Everybody could see he had a knack for the music/ Get on stage and when he rap they lose it/ Ready for the big time lights and fame/ But little did he know rap game's kind of strange/