Donald Rodney

Lyrics

(Intro): Agh Coldest Wavy This the real game you know Turn me up Experience, Yeah !! (Hook): Sliding down the bend at a Nottingham Contemporary Stepped with Camouflage, blending in with other contemporaries I'm not into all that freaky, eekie, unnecessaries Paint a niggas zanes like I'm turned to Donald Rodney (Post-Hook): Coldness to the world, It's black as rain with Ben and Jerrys He's just tryna show a brother out the ropes Wrestled demons and strongholds in a wheelchair fold He's just tryna show a brother out the ropеs (Verse 1): Tryna keep up well, Nеither any Jones I met a fine one from Bermuda, She be rich in soul (Ayyyy) Talking real deal, Different kind of miss' She can teach a thing or two, Want more prescriptions I could get so geeked up, But was lost in atmospheres I see paintings on the wall, deeper than Mona Lisa's It is a new renaissance baby Shut up in my heavy bones, Wavy Iron out the facts, We breaking sickle cells It's sad as black people we not hip to deliverance Believing myths and others tiffs i gotta a bone to pick I've seen facades as a kid, When selling miracles Leave us hang out to dry in madness Posting the UK up on game, Whether it's Mixtape Madness Channelling a different vibe, Head to the promise land Channelling a different vibe with my Jamaican-dem (Hook): Sliding down the bend at a Nottingham Contemporary Stepped with Camouflage, blending in with other contemporaries I'm not into all that freaky, eekie, unnecessaries Paint a niggas zanes like I'm turned to Donald Rodney (Post-Hook): Coldness to the world, It's black as rain with Ben and Jerrys He's just tryna show a brother out the ropes Wrestled demons and strongholds in a wheelchair fold He's just tryna show a brother out the ropes (Verse 2): Picasso down inspired Wanna become the Black Picasso Chop it, flipping squares, Avant Gogh But systems wanna keep us bando'd The real trap is deep down in the mental Are we schizophrenic for the world's lap dogs? Ain't cat calls for embarrassments It's the last straw, no more leaning for the cup This a lost art form, Critic thinking gone Common sense ain't common, Rarer than some gold It's an Emerald world, Digging deeper than the source Imma wear my Jesus pieces, Connect to the source Bone crushing desires, Bet you pushing daisies Many will not give their flowers to Black creatives lately Rest in Peace, Rodney you a King, Stamped A Legacy from Birmingham through England (Hook): Sliding down the bend at a Nottingham Contemporary Stepped with Camouflage, blending in with other contemporaries I'm not into all that freaky, eekie, unnecessaries Paint a niggas zanes like I'm turned to Donald Rodney (Post-Hook): Coldness to the world, It's black as rain with Ben and Jerrys He's just tryna show a brother out the ropes Wrestled demons and strongholds in a wheelchair fold He's just tryna show a brother out the ropes