No CD (feat. Rebel Kleff)

Aye, aye

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

It's like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

We're saying

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

We got some old Jay Z's, couple ODB's

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won't let me keep it

I never speak it, and keep it a secret

It'd be peak if any geezer would hear it and then repeat it

So we keep it

Keep it out of reach of all the idiots

If you need it best believe it, you won't see it

Locked up in my room, deep cocoon, like you're digging in crates

Already dug with your digging so you're digging is bake

Keeping it straight, wasn't till late

Sample the breaks, then we move onto the groove

Grabbing that sample at eight seconds

Loop beckons, smooth like new weapons

If I do step in, true repping with true brethrens

Ruth, Lou's getting too loose, looks who's prepping

All tunes through Jimi to Zeppelin

Now who reckons, you new

You're rocking with with the master at this

Maneuver blasts fast 'cause we're hard to resist

Blitz like it was vital, recited my recital

One black in the Snapple that snap the crackle in the vinyl

Sweep onto repeat, Chris is chopping a beat

Flipping these verses like the burgers on the grill at Old Dean's

We keep it mean, pristine, cleaner than clean

Harbor these harmonies like we're speaking to Jean

It's like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

It's like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

We're saying

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

We got some old Jay Z's, couple ODB's

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won't let me

'Cause this a rap, he brings the pads to the lab

The lab is my pad, we're using every session to jam

Working on my revolutionary revenue plan

But currently without the green like a recession in 'Dam

So we scribble on the daily, making beats for 'em

Pretty ancient plastic discs of greatness that your parents used to play with

Quick and very painless

Stumbled onto rap, always been sick my very name is

Now I'm quick to leave you brainless

You ain't us, you ignoramus, just let me say this

Not the greatest, but give me space, kid, I'm set to make it

So basically, we're bringing it back to basics

Rocking hi-hats and big kicks that are the latest

Trend, it's a statement, but when you put this fashion aside

This rap is music is a passion of mine, lifeline

'Cause I designed the illest rhymes, chilling

Time keeps ticking but I'm high

Keep spitting and flipping rhythms to rhyme, like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

It's like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

We're saying

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

We got some old Jay Z's, couple ODB's

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won't let me

It's like sixteen bars in sixteen minutes, I'll kill it

Extinguish all the fire from the liars and the gimmicks losing spirit

Brother's putting cheddar over lyrics

Then diminish any vision when they clear it

I hear it, it's happening

Moving like they're mannequins dressed by other brothers

Hiding under covers when mothers be panicking

Rambling, gassing like they're Anakin

But red and blue lights are outta sight

On the mic, stop damaging your honor and your pride

I, gun it from the side

Never dipping from the rhythm, flow specific when I rhyme

Sometime, tell the flack and a back a slap

To any crackerjack who be slacking his mac

I'm on the track and in my prime

Ease your mind if you hold it

Time if you chose it

Keep your spine straighter than a blind homophobic

Ease your mind if you hold it

Time if you chose it

And keep your spine straight tonight, night night

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

It's like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

We're saying

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

Got some old Jay Z's, couple ODB's

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD

It's like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

It's like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

It's like

Oh, please, we ain't got no P's

Because we spent all our money on some old CD's

Got some old Jay Z's, couple ODB's

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won't let me keep it