july 4, 2014

Lyrics

[Intro: nobigdyl.] Yeah indie tribe. dyly Yeah this how we do it in the 90's Uh [Verse 1: nobigdyl.] Do you believe in magic, pull a rabbit out my hat In fact do it three times, that's an average of a hat trick Inspired by the hood like a back flip on a mattress But I grew up in a trailer then a tractor, not a mansion Never write my lyrics boy I'm rapping off of canvas Andy Warhol of this rapping I imagine Like the warthog in the animated lion I be livin like no herpes or at least I'm really tryin' it Really I be lying if I said I didn't buy it Migos, and Selena, Justin Bieber, Lucas Bryan My crew is always shinin' like a diamond or Orion Not because we any good but because we suicided Gave up all our rights and then we follow holy light and Love held us close like my momma tuck me tight in Holy Spirit testified and show my soul who Christ is And throw me tons of grace and then I caught it like a tight end Yeah uh somebody bring the tribe in But we never chiefin', no peyote, never pipin' Unless it's Johnny Piper in a cypher with MacGyver That's just a little describer of my type of rhymer Still not afraid to end the challenge in defeat Still got to bust a new balance on my feet Sam's chuck a hat and I'm styli'n on the beat Hit the nae-nae on some produce so I'm whylin' on the beats uh What happens when you're thirty-thousand feet It's 12:47 and you headed to the East A semi-frozen frosty is all you had to eat You ain't sittin' with your family cause your daddy switched you seats True story. Aye what if Mory was discreet? And didn't tell your secrets and respect your privacy? Maybe you are not the father wouldn't cause so much glee And uh... Jerry Springer's ratings would be better I mean it's too late for me to say anything clever I should stop but I won't. Blue tank top with the flower's pretty dope Sweat shorts, Jamaica. Jacobson around my throat Nappy here is stuntin' and my ears fill with gold, cold It's tribe indie all bold, we couldn't care less how many records sold All about the art and the love and the soul You shoulda known, yeah You shoulda known, yeah You shoulda known, yeah Summer camp sessions [Part 2: Ryan Kenney] I've had just about enough of cold diamonds in the rough 'Cause my backbone is paper thin Get me outta this cavern or I'll cave in If bombs go off, the sun will still be shining 'Cause I've heard it said "every mushroom cloud has it's silver lining" I've heard it said "every mushroom cloud has it's silver lining"