(Verse One)
Slave to the game picking samples like cotton
I remember when them bitches said my flow wasn’t popping
Now I’m back on the scene see the flow ain’t nothing
But uh whole lotta stunting wack emcees im coming
Straight for neck no respect start running
Been uh threat like curry, double-step I hurry
Eyes on the work, no surprise wake early
I remember being broke no bed real dirty
No bread I surely keep my head high worry
Free look at me kicking Dijon flurries
At the feline furry tailed female curlies
Front row looking like he keith murray
Le petite five girlies standing upright perky
I remember when them bitches said my mic wasn’t sturdy
Said my life wasn’t worthy no im back no mercy
Flipping packs like jerky
Eating tracks like percee
(Verse Two)
I remember when my rhymebook barely had thirty
Pages now I got about uh hundred full of furry
Patiently waiting my bars are my jewelry
Im shining so purely like diamonds im flexing
Rhythmical patterns adhering my lessons
Like Oh what uh blessing its hot in my session
Brody said turnt it up show em the essence
So we keep smoking & rolling the resin
Showing my presence on mics I be checking
I never feel threatened I told you I do it
Kicking that fluid my flow is like water
My tongue is a weapon I use it to slaughter
Wack emcees thinking that they shit is harder
My style has no father Im lost in the music
Shout out to C5 for starting the movement
That’s real nigga music I
Ol' Burger Beats produced this lovely folk-jazz album, the first ever recording from his father Hans Peter Neergård. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 31, 2023