senim silla - for the record lyrics
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
chorus:
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