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senim silla – for the record lyrics

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verse 1:

you know my thang is programming language/

i’m music java

too new for this rap sh-t/

i need my own genre

rap b-st-rd, have you seen my father

if so, tell him scream at a kat

cool eva since the day i dropped out my mama/

i leaned out her kat

it’s all in my bio, first chapter t-tled rowes and
lyles/

where i raised was

sh-t about the micha / gan in a swisha

which was the sh-t that put spots on my kissa

and yellowed my pinchas/

they’re to far gone to cleanse them

i been diggin in dirt tryin to master the art of the
swoop

chasin that loot, ya know, misspent youth

not a thug, i prefer hoodlum/

stereotypical, angry black, ex-con turned muslim/

if there’s jewels layin out, i couldn’t say i wouldn’t/

sn-tch that sh-t quick as soon as who’s it was

wasn’t really looking yo

chorus:

put ya hands in the sky

wave them b-tches from side to side

just as witnessed by the eyes of senim

ask me no questions, i’ll tell you no lies

verse 2:

you know i heard it, seen it, done it, said it/

me and jude sn-tched your knock out and jetted/

slung it, and tore off saolo for the qp he threw me on
credit/

i blazed it with stanky/

in 2 maybe 3 days / i remember vaguely/

runnin up in kats cuts / we did such

cuz we neva had much cept downtime and badluck/

our disadvantages / world gave us h-ll / so we made
h-ll sandwiches/

wrapped up in cannibus, crime, rap, and s-x/

woods of countryside bussin malaki’s tek/

swooped your jimmy just to ride and wreck/

the good ol’ days / house parties and hood ho trains/

stupid f-ck, ran in it raw just becuz she looks ok/

but it was drawls right? / so it’s allright/

things were simpler then/

hump wants a redbone / in turn i get wit her friend

reminds me of ’93 / love at the rhythm kitchen/

15 in with no id

we were hip hop then / more culture less trend

before urban-pop and ready made blunt skins

yo

chorus:

same

verse 3:

it’s important ya know/ all these things are said in
fun/

i don’t hit women / been known to choke some/

i don’t smoke crack in fact i never sold none/

i got shot once but it was just a pellet gun/

yes i watch p-rn that i’ve bought and i own/

even got my own / i record in my home/

i didn’t quit rappin, i just quit jeffin/

from now on i keep my bidness and my friends separate/

when you want it live you can’t compromise or settle/

gotta expand / binary broke up cuz i’m not a yesman /

lo still my dog though, he know the tempo/

if one blow, then we all roll/

this one goes out to all the kats that i know

big juice, o-type up in chicago

judo, juhump, and beto

dave and sentric sleepless in seattle

rhythm

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