VICTIMS REMAIN NAMELESS BUT TRIGGERS KNOWN TO BE FAMOUS
SELLING THEIR SOULS, LIKE SILVERDOME CHEAP PAPER
EVERY TIME YOU CLIMB
ALL THE CRABS WANNA BE NEIGHBORS
Verse 1
Cash rules everything
Around me a lot of fast food recipes
It's rather unhealthy
But hands dealt me this unwealthy
Now I'm the Chef, let's prepare to eat
These left-over and scrap foods
Settle beef around me
Life is like a classroom testing me
Stats schools never teach
Most likely,
Ivy Leagues for Ivories
Felonies for Ebonies
Tax, Scrooge never see
Steady B's lurking
it's a Jack move, petty thief
Never dreamed, bullets even blast through the Reverend King
Blowed away by Crack,
Methamphetamines
Grassroots, Hash, Mescaline
plus the Ecstasy around me
My Scrappy Doo pedigree's
Never had a chance
Crime fighters,
Fire Fighters,
Ambulance
Zoom to the ghetto scene
Pass through the belly beast
Set him free
Straight out the bathroom, smelly streets
Immune to stink
Trash you would never think
Cats who would never blink
Taboo, never speak
Rat food, cheddar cheese
That's who? Never me
I pass words cleverly,
Open Sesame
Verse, bursting' into flames
Match to the Kerosene
Rapping like you never seen
Making beats,
Making moves
All across the board,
trynna score
Checker King
Nefertiti Queen
Jumping everything
Chorus 2x's
LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE LAND OF THE LEAST FAVORITE
VICTIMS REMAIN NAMELESS BUT TRIGGERS KNOWN TO BE FAMOUS
SELLING THEIR SOULS, LIKE SILVERDOME CHEAP PAPER
EVERY TIME YOU CLIMB
ALL THE CRABS WANNA BE NEIGHBORS
I'M SWERVING POTHOLES IN THE STREET PAVEMENT
Verse 2
Can I kick it?
The crowds say, 'That's not a question!'
I rep' that Binary Star, that Honest Expression
Better with time like wine, comin' straight out the cellar
But I be slippin' Zam Zam comin' out the well ahhhh
Bring the beat back,
lace'em with the A Capella
Travel the world behind (sales) sails,
but I'm not Magellan
If I ever go Pop!
That mean I shot the Sherrif
I don't be acting like Pac!
But still I got the Welch's
We used to drink it in the church,
only God can help us
I found a path in the desert,
and started stepping
I'm still tested
I had to learn the hardest lesson
My daughter Mekkah,
now she playing in a part of Heaven
Call me a King in my grave,
but I ain't down with Elvis
That's like a flat chested girl in the House with Hefner
We're balling out of Las Vegas
like a runnin' rebel
Shaka Zu-
Lu da Cris-
Brown with the Um brella
Ella-
Fitzgerald mean I reign terror
Lo the big barrel on the battlefield
aim careful
How I handle bars?
Gotta say a motorcycle
Motor running
Motor City
Surviving a mortal combat
credits
from LIGHTY,
released August 24, 2018
TRACK 9: Black Holes
FEATURES: Obed Sucarri
SONG WRITERS: Nahshid 'One Be Lo' Sulaiman
BEAT MAKER: OneManArmy
CO PRODUCER: Autocons
TURNTABLE: Mario 'DJ Virus' Aguirre
ELECTRIC BASS: Tony Ozier
KEYBOARD: Derek 'The Tyrant' Caraway
ELECTRIC GUITAR: David 'DMT' Vied
MPC 200XL: OneManArmy
ADDITIONAL VOCALS: Nahshid Sulaiman
DRUMS: Tony Ozier
CONGAS: Obed Sucarri
ARRANGER: GNRLsbLMNL
RECORDING ENGINEER: Derek 'The Tyrant' Caraway
MIXING ENGINEER: Derek 'The Tyrant' Caraway
MASTERING ENGINEER: Denzel 'CONDUCTORWILLIAMS'
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: GNRLsbLMNL
I think this is the most Cunninlynguists’ underrated project and glad to have this as a vinyl. Cunninlynguists are probably the most unique, exciting group in hip hop history.. cheers from Saudi Arabia 🇸🇦 BLQLYTE