Fatigue

Fatigue

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My music is that party vibe feel. I just like to get the party jumping when ever I'm on the stage. People feel my energy because I get them involved.

Biography

FATIGUE

Fatigue's Bio A name can often make or break an artist. In the oversaturated rap industry, a rappers name is often the difference between getting a shot or being dismissed as wack off the top. Fatigue, a Brooklyn-bred rapper who now calls Fort Lauderdale, Florida home, knows all to well how a name can affect how youre perceived. Fortunately enough for Fatigue, his name was bestowed upon him based on his skills. Alex "Fatigue" Alexander was born in Brooklyn New York to a family of Guyanese origin. His cousins were always rapping and were heavy in the hip-hop scene, so it was kind of predestined for this to be his dream. A lot of the times he and his cousins would just be free styling at the young ages of 9 -14 years old just for the art of it.Hearing rappers like Biggie, Nas, Wu Tang, Mobb Deep, and other street credible artist at that time. Fatigue got the edge of putting rough lyrics together, but he also wanted to blend it with conscious concepts that would send a message to his listeners. Overall he is an all around emcee that can make club bangers, street anthems, party music, and something for his people to relate to. He tries to keep away from all the drug selling and gun busting lyrics for the mere fact that, that was not his lifestyle even though he has witnessed it too many times. Having an advantage of being raised in two states (Florida and New York) He has a pretty firm idea of what people wants to hear. Down South he has went from rapping in churches to rapping in schools. From 2001-2005 he has been with his group named Propaganda where they would perform at various events. They performed at Club Exit in Miami, Club MVP, Miami's Mardi Gras 2004 and 2005, Miami's Apollo, plenty of talent searches, and numerous house parties. Due to his experiences through good times and hard times, his lyrical game has advanced and now he is ready to take this rap game to the next level

Lyrics

This Is How We Do

Written By: S-Man/Oo Wop/Fatigue

This The Way We Do

Da League Entertainment
4325 Holliday Rd
Phone: 954.873.1647 / 404.227.0618

This Is The Way We Do

Intro:
#1 Deadline..uh huh..yeah..yeah…yeah..yeah..Deadline Ent..S-Man..Yo Wop what good man…Yo Fatigue what poppin, This how we do..Lets get this paper..

Verse 1 S-Man:
I get my dough off, that why I’m so cautious ya fellin me, My delivery is a Post office,woo, expect mine to sell, We expect mine to fail, fuck it, I spit fire in the express line of hell..I best I fo real, Brooklyn, and any mutha fucka who against mine, can get the tech nine fo real, yes I’m still get u peeled on the chill tip, a few bucks ta hide ya nuts, like a lil bitch, I’m on some ill shit. Fuck being buy guys, my bombs will have ya as in a bry..SO these cats beta scat and relax, like a nigga wit a straight hit, I’m a hold ya fate, SO I do not need 2 pound on ya Punk ass, Chuump ya still unda ground yous a moon nigga, Plus I spit flows that will dispose 44 foshollow tips ex Cali clips nooga……

Chorus:
We just smoking,drinkin, ridin, stikin makin paper..This is the way we do..and I got a whole team of niggas think just like me…and this the way we do. (Repeat Chorus)

Verse 3 Ooo Wop:

I’m what does, I’m what it be, Im da best..King Kong aint got nothing on me, I bang a 45, I tellem run it back, Im da 954 run and tellem that., Im on anotha level that them bitches know., and just think before ya blink Im a be on top because Im high..Get dough, pesos..get gross from these flows my team bound wide high..we don’t break foes..the streets waittn on a beast like me..that just got beats and beats because the boy OD….I got the mind of a military..brain like a warfare..car ride like Ima muscle car like a corvette..This rap game and look I play it good..Top draft pick..look nooga I’m Reggie Bush..Im goin pistol cush..I’m getting high like my niggas wish they could..we still in the mist

Chorus:
We just smoking,drinkin, ridin, stikin makin paper..This is the way we do..and I got a whole team of niggas think just like me…and this the way we do. (Repeat Chorus)

Verse 3 Fatigue:

Watch ya mouth chill, cause while ya niggas make them jokes we’ll put hands on ya..like we takin a oath, Niggas the truth and it’s a shame all the rest fly..and they know they cant take me out like dread locks..You know we run wit Goons..neva do what the dummies do, you get poked like ya girl on ya honeymoon..We get dough and hate niggas that’s on bitch mode..Thats why we stay wit the toasters like Quiznos..burn money fa fun, split da paper due, My watch got mo colors than a gay community..I’m flashy especially when I cruise thru ya spot, chill neva see me cause I’m smootha than Botox..and my crew they clap suckas..So when u round us betta step like Frat Brothas..cause when they get to spazzin and spittn on ya set..Thats when u will be relaxin and twitchin like Terex

Chorus:
We just smoking,drinkin, ridin, stikin makin paper..This is the way we do..and I got a whole team of niggas think just like me…and this the way we do. (Repeat Chorus)

S-Man/Oo Wop/FatigueThis Is How We Do©2007

Dont Hate

Written By: Fatigue

Dont Hate

Don’t Hate

Verse 1:

This is a club banger I spit to make em feel it in they soul

Mami rub on ya titties fellas get up on ya toes

Put ya drinks down everybody hands high

I’m da man you should stand and salute when I pass by

Mack like Don Juan but I’m fine and I’m cuter

I’m behind Shorty giving her the Hiemlich Maneuver

I’m reclined with a diva call her mrs. Fat Booty

the Black Hue Heff yes I attract cuties

have em wanting to strip when they catching a glimpse

these niggas watching they lips when they next to a pimp.

Please don’t make me grab the burner and throw in a round

Cause Beef I don’t play that like Homie The Clown

I’m the wrong one to F.U.C.K wit

I’m a tough dude coming from the BK strip

Plus my pockets is filled with the color of Envy

Mami want me to eat her but my stomach’s not empty.

Chorus:

Got that Yak in the cup

Got the stash in the truck

Got ya girl on my Dick

Playa you know I’m sick

Got look in my eyes

and the money on my mind

Mami don’t hate the playa hate the game

Got that limp in my walk

Got that pimp in my talk

Got the studs in my ear

Money is everywhere

Got the kicks on the ride

and my clique on my side

Mami don’t hate the playa hate the Game

Verse 2:

Call me a bartender cause every time I’m gripping the glock

they put me behind bars cause I’m giving them shots

And since they don’t like to see me doing good on my own

I’mma make sure I keep my neck and wrist full of stones

and a whip on the road and a 5th fully load

and a chick fully fit tryna slip out her clothes

and she’s lit off the dro and she licks and she bones

tryna strip in a jiff but my zipper is broke

anyway we hit the strip on a late night creep

and mami saying I’m sick don’t got HIV

and I don’t hang around rats cause they chase my cheese

I kill em and the cops won’t find a trace by me

Cause I cover my tracks like women with weave

I get locked then I’m out by the end of the week

Please the way I act niggas be like he’s on something

I get the crowd hype cuz I roc like Charles Dutton.

(Chorus)

These niggas make it hard for me to enjoy clubbing

cuz they be ice grilling, mean mugging, and handcuffing,

getting mad cuz I got juice like Nantucket

Letting they mouth run like they was a damn puppet.

But never mind I’m looking for shorty with the deep throat

that suck all night til she pass out from a heat stroke

and I don’t say shit when I’m popping my G

Cuz she know I got everything she possibly need.

(Chorus)

Don’t hate me man hate me man hate the game I’m just a nigga that play it you know. Its Mr. Fatigue coming at ya’ll once again. Don’t hate the playa hate the game.

FatigueDont Hate©2006

Throw Em Up

Written By: Fatigue

Throw Em Up

You know my shits hot

I’m doing the damn thang.

Up top

We doing that damn thang

Down South

We doing that damn thang

East coast West coast

We doing that damn thang

Chorus:

You know we get paid, the doe’s coming in

We smash mad boards, all my hoes is a ten

They wanna see me dead, or locked in the pin.

They hating on Fatigue, they don’t rock like him.

Now throw em up, FELLAS

Now throw em up, LADIES

Now throw em up, FELLAS

Now throw em up, LADIES

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Verse 1:

Notice, how I focused, bank fat like a blowfish

More guns than roses, for foes that oppose us.

Got ya girl on her knees like she kneeling at the pulpit,

Bust on her leave her covered in white like the pope is.

Fatigue is that, DUDE when the girls see me rap

That’s an aphrodisiac to have your honey doing sleazy acts.

I look at you dudes and it’s usually so

You spitting the same shit like you looping the flow.

In other words you suck like a newborn

And I ain’t talking bout titties, I’m talking on tracks like a glue-on

I’ll shit on any rapper just give me one to poop on

Hit hoes and move on, big-headed like Jimmy Nuetron.

They asking why I’m Always cheesing when I’m passing by,

That’s cause I’m nice around mics like the Jackson Five.

And the talk around town’s that I’m very skilled,

That’s why I’m getting more spins than you Ferris wheels.

Chorus:

You know we get paid, the doe’s coming in

We smash mad boards, all my hoes is a ten

They wanna see me dead, or locked in the pin.

They hating on Fatigue, they don’t rock like him.

Now throw em up, FELLAS

Now throw em up, LADIES

Now throw em up, FELLAS

Now throw em up, LADIES

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Verse 2:

The squad’s chilling in pads with high ceilings,

We got connects that pull strings like Bob Dylan

So if you don’t agree that I’m the best of the best

I’mma have ya family in suits like a record exec.

So homie don’t force us to have to off ya,

And leave you in caskets longer than ya tour bus.

In every city now I’m scooping up fifty thou.

That’s why I’m banging these girls just like an itchy scalp.

But they ain’t paid attention until the dubs rolled up

But now they sticking out they arms like a blood donor.

They say I’m blinded by the money and I can’t see em.

I say they’re money hungry chumps and I won’t feed em.

Not a slice of this bread that I bake up,

They’re trying make a loaf from the crumbs that they scrape up.

You gotta know that I’m better than ya’ll

With no flaws like a billionaire’s credit report.

Chorus:

You know we get paid, the doe’s coming in

We smash mad boards, all my hoes is a ten

They wanna see me dead, or locked in the pin.

They hating on Fatigue, they don’t rock like him.

Now throw em up, FELLAS

Now throw em up, LADIES

Now throw em up, FELLAS

Now throw em up, LADIES

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Verse 3:

The damage is done, but you’ll never find me shook up

I’ll leave you with more bruises than a Chinese hooker.

These labels be pushing me like Nat Turner

While you lost your steam just cooling of on the back burner.

Nigga I kill mics up because me skills nicer

Homie I’m smooth like baby ass in silk diapers.

I heard you got a couple grands with ya

So when you see me snap don’t think I’m tryna dance with ya.

I’ll cut you up like you don’t need barbers

So anytime you see me ya heart will be pumping like street ballers.

Naw Kicko I don’t slips like Crisco

I plays the scene and get chips like Nabisco.

Oh Papo you can’t fill my Zapatos

I’ve been keeping it real ever since I was a snot nose

I’ll sell millions with hot flows that could melt buildings,

That’s why I got this game tripping like Michelle Williams.

Chorus:

You know we get paid, the doe’s coming in

We smash mad boards, all my hoes is a ten

They wanna see me dead, or locked in the pin.

They hating on Fatigue, they don’t rock like him.

Now throw em up, FELLAS

Now throw em up, LADIES

Now throw em up, FELLAS

Now throw em up, LADIES

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now throw em up, PUT EM UP

Now all my up top niggas, WE DOING THE DAMN THANG

All my down south niggas, WE DOING THE DAMN THANG

All my east coast niggas, WE DOING THE DAMN THANG

West coast niggas, WE DOING THE DAMN THANG

Da League ent. , WE DOING THE DAMN THANG

Fatigue, I’M DOING THE DAMN THANG

Deadline, WE DOING THE DAMN THANG

Everyone, WE DOING THE DAMN THANG.

Discography

Black Man (Ghetto) ft Kenya, GoodTimes, This is How We Do ft S-Man/Ooo Wop

Set List

20/25MINS 7-8 SONGS..Black Man (Ghetto) ft Kenya, GoodTimes, This is How We Do ft S-Man/Ooo Wop, Its Da Life, Poison, Its On, Dont Hate, Not Sure