"Cream Of The Crop-Hunga Stryke f. Patman"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	This track has an infectious groove that fills the room with energy the second it hits your ears. The smoothed out instrumental track, hard hitting snares and unbelievable lyrical performance by Hunga Stryke will remind the true hip hop fans of the days of hip hop's golden age. Patman blesses the hook with a three part harmony blend that adds the final winning touch to the track.
	Credits: Written by Kwansah "Hunga Stryke" Madani and Chad "Tru Self" Means. Rap performed by Hunga Stryke. Additional vocals by Patman
	Story Behind the Song Up and coming artists Tru Self, Patrick "Patman" Anderson and Hunga Stryke combine to show why their skills put them a cut above the average emerging artists on the scene. As usual, Hunga Stryke brings the raw lyrical flow that brings the essence of the streets. He rips the microphone with in your face lyrics like "How come every rapper wants to be a movie star? You're only playing who you are... Is that acting?" and "You're bubble goose and I'm a leather jacket. You can't produce and I'm the platinum plaque kid. Manhattan rappin. What's happenin? For all you niggas who be beat jackin', I brought Pat in to run rings around like Saturn. Or satin and silk. Sex pornographic humanoid like Wilt. I told y'all..." Hunga Stryke has an incredible ability to hear a track and sit down and begin writing immediately. Before too long, he can pen the entire song in one sitting and deliver excellence from start to finish. After Hunga Stryke laid down his verses, I had Pat come in and sing the hook that I had written and the track came together lovely. Lyrics VERSE 1 Yo, think about a time in your life when you fell in love with someone or something, your heart rushing. Adrenaline to fill your body. That's what I got! Everytime that Kwansah holds a party drop Bacardi. Make you feel like Lennon and McCartney. Tru Self puts the tracks together for the yardies, for real. Y'all know the deal Niggas rob and steal for the thirst Looking for the bubble, make it burst -huh- I comes first because it's natural Homegrown like Farmer's Market artist Chart it. From the time you hear it yo, nigga rocks on target. Residential lending department.. I'm housing niggas while you cats still renting apartments Don't start it, if you can't finish it Diminishing your girl and her women friends -huh- It's on now The wildstyle from the ocean Pacific to kick it with lyrics coming in wicked HOOK VERSE 2 HOOK VERSE 3 Smooth it out. 'Cause I'm cruising out while you're losing out to the forces of corporate Your thoughts shortened How come every rapper wants to be a movie star? You're only playing who you are... Is that acting? Well lets take it back to the backspin I'm crafting verbal gymnastics to take it to your wackness. And realize that you're an actress of ass backwards capabilities Hey! Simon said freeze, and told y'all niggas get the fuck up! And rub your titties Now you're fucking loud on rap city Time to hold it down, the rap committee Time for me to get busy and rock like Izzy working out with Dizzy and Miles Competition is none I get the job done like Kane on the last verse of The Symphony You couldn't get with me Maintain my liberty and drop shit unequivocally. I'm out.

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