Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(So fuck, so fuck, so fuck)
(So fuck the commercial tracks you be doing)
(A brother got to eat)
(Yeah? Why don't you rap for food then?)
[Verse 2]
The music makes me high
Even though I stay away from cannabis like Wyclef
(Deacon and Kno fry sets)
Similar to Christ (We go divine reps so tell me)
If you know you're gonna die (Why step?)
Show no mercy (For rules and crews)
Get hit with more bricks than New Jerus
(Riddles confusing fools) like Confucian rules
('Cause most cats are more squared than Rubik's Cubes)
We spit raps that are totally murderous
(The rhymes are like an anaconda serpent clutch)
So check out how these herbs get touched
(Unless your broads giving us brains) **** you ain't serving us
(Deacon and Know) Cunninlynguists with stunning English
(Our true lies bring more pumps than) Harry Rehnquist
(Every week kids) With the best speech
Roll with cats who smoke more trees than slash and burn techniques
(Sex beats between bed sheets)
Red fleets, Pulp Fiction style (Leaving your car with red seats)
We make like fly swatters and smash pests
(Put peeps under more pressure than a Kelly Price bed set)
Keep your bodies looking like samples for the Rorschach test
(Ink blots) So fuck around and get your team rocked
(Jugga's in the back with the beam cocked)
The plot's to have everything between LA and Queens locked
[Verse 3]
Uh-huh, word, uh-huh, word, yo, yo check it out
Cunninlynguists
You know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all know how we do
I mean, you probably don't know we do
But you're about to find out
Like what? Like what? (Lynguistics)
Like what? Like what? (Lynguistics)
Like what? Check it, uh-huh (Lynguistics)
Check that shit (Lynguistics)
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Written by: Cunninlynguists