1. |
.chillin' like
02:17
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Verse1:
Meeker moaning Mingus
With the flow exquisite
Eastern bred, southern raised
Beg for my forgiveness
Ain't got to plans to get to heaven
I been fucking sinning
Been an atheist for ages
Fuck yo true religion
You ain't caught the bigger product
You ain't trophy fishin
It don't take that much to see
How much i'm something different
I ain't clouded by the block
I'm playing my position
I ain't drowning in my sorrows bro
I'm fucking swimming
Uncle toms is turning jerry
For the cheddar biscuits
Paper tasting, wake and baking
Cup of coffee sipping
Espresso lining up my gums
So I'm more up and present
Got my bags and got my mind up
I been fucking tripping
This that real rap
Mirror melting faces
Do you feel that
Brought a brothers grizzle to a steel trap
Peel back
Click clack
Loading up my ink
Lift your lid back
Pill cap
Bar none
Kick back
I'm chilling like..
Sitting in the kitchen
Staring at the ceiling
Doing not a damn thing
While the record spinnin
10 toes planted
I've been fucking tripping
Like you'd know the difference
Like you'd know the difference
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2. |
.finesse
03:45
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I been up for a minute
Floating way up in the distance
On a cloud gone fishing
With hooks, lines, let it sink in
Reel em in, reel em in
And bring a friend, bring a friend
Got mad worms for the fishes
Boyardee with the chef hat
I been all up in the kitchen
Whipping birds on a spit
Then I let it fly like a pigeon
Give it time bet it come back
Hard fried with the biscuits
I don't move weight, I sell dope
Real niggas better know the difference
No scale when I zip zip
Eyeball a bag then I dip dip
Drop a check on Moms house
Then I ball out nigga drip drip
Rose gold for the rope chain
Grapefruit for the cuff links
So used to being broke man
Spent the rest going thrifting
So pretty
Snap a, flick
Chain, jacket
Half a, brick
jigging, lavish
hat tipped
Pockets, tragic
bag is thick
get it
fuggitup
IF you looking for the heat,
best believe, i got it
in some shit you never seen
that cost me, 5 dollars
steady racking up degrees
from the flee, alma matter
I'm a scholar, let my cap
kiss the breeze like i'm bobby
Causing death up, in my fresh fit
With my bowtie, bitch I'm strapped
Turning heads, so much reaction
Don DeMarco, shit like that
Fly as ever, in the stratus
Aboard my basket, sipping yac
Burn a spliff up
On that lift up
Leave the ground wit no strings attached
sometimes you gotta
Flex on em like yuh
Finesse on em like yuh
We done Did dirt, stay prim, pressed
Well dressed on em
Splashing all up in the sauce
Drenched, stay wet on em like yuh
But Neva eva had to front, sweat or
break a check on em like yuh
New fuel so he vroom vroom
Wit the vets on em
Up next on em
Taylor boots for the new commute
I step on em no lie
In the flyest clogs
All above the clouds I walk
Yeah you might be high as I but
What you know bout pilot talk
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3. |
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Where you been
its been a minute
How ya feelin
feeling great
I been building my estate
trying to pay off mom's place
pink mask, blank face
moving smooth and ducking jakes
whippin writtens so delicious
just to flip that major weight
folks is frontin like they fiendin
like they itching for a play
like they need it in their veins
hol' up hoe
you can wait
i got bags tryna get to
i got crates gotta dig through
Got moves to make in my blue-ish jays
don't think that they can fit you
talking 10 Gold doubloons
make em flex a muscle
looking for that buried treasure
tryna make it double
woman wanna see the view
told her if she want to
gotta make that meat move
do the truffle shuffle
...dawg...
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4. |
.sandbags
02:16
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Wise man once told me to
fly or die
But didn't say the price of some wings
didn't mention theres a weight limit either
or the fact we only fly in the spring
cause its cold in the winter
the birds won't even get up
no coffee or can of energy could make em sing
the blizzard'll debilitate any brittle body
but the strong see the pot of gold on the other end
Spend our entire fucking lives chasing a leprechaun
Hoping to run him out his green suit,
fresh as the magic juan
Slaving at this tiny desk for the MPR
Gon' be some shit like im sheek louch
locks ain't even started locking yet
...guess i've still got so far to go
got much more to grow for the feast
flowers'll empower
have the team eating
till then the Bills need easing, mouths need feeding
A nigga keep grinding till his teeth hurt
march like a soldier in this basket,
pace back across the captions
rounding up all of my thoughts like a sheep herd
Swan dive through the dusk sky
wish upon a lick if fairy dust
i can hit the curb feet first
*no splash, not a sound*
perfect 10 as carve through the sunset
but instead
its tea leaves and madlibs
tree leaves and miles high
with blue shades in past tense
pink clouds in kissing distance next to St. Peter
Dilla, Dio, and Janis
Amy on the table spinning
how appropriate
keepin with the jones and dem
might be the latest black to passover since Sammy
just feel the magic its
so fantastic just
wish you were to
help me capture it
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5. |
.tripping
03:20
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They say ooo
like where yo head at
ooo you need some rest
you look like dude off xanax
mind had end up occupied
them eyes perplexed the
dust had yet to settle
functions loosey goosey
spine bout tight as jello
I'm Cool
just lost up in my thoughts right now
but trust that i'm cool
just caught up in the aura right now
I been tripping,
stumbling stumbling,
stretching my ligaments
tumbling tumbling
preparing myself for that head rush to hit
cause i know that its coming quick
I might stuck in it
floating way up to the mothership
i made my bed with intent
and commitment i'm guessing
I'm here to make love in it
Hook:
I think i might be falling for ya
i think i might be falling hard
i think i might be falling for ya
Will you catch me?
I been away, i been away
feeling the days, feeling the days
catching the waves, catching the waves
enjoying the space, enjoying the space
but its a cold dark vaccum where
no one can hear me rap to ya
black, blue and purple eyywhere
head rush came and smacked me
your essence on my tongue
like just my luck
i'm that punch drunk
lost myself in
all these colors
cantene and a rusted compass i found
my druggy
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6. |
.pink clouds
02:22
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...gimme a second to grab these lol...
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KONG
Your friendly neighborhood nerdy rapper guy!
KONG (all capitals, no trick spelling)
is a multimedia artist from St. Louis, MO. He aims to create worlds within his projects. Allowing the listener to feel right at home, if not elevated in a dream like state.
Yes... he's well aware of how pretentious that sounds.
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