Stats for this track
Jim Nelson (Beat Jesus)- Turntable Kung-Fu, Launchpad Kung-Fu, Production, #swagmix
Kentucky Clawson (Stereomother)- Turntable Kung-Fu, Launchpad Kung-Fu, Production, Bass, Vox
Stephan Charles (Step1)- Vox
Dennis Johnson (Adimysk)- Vox
Will Lundy (Young Will)- Vox
Samples used from Nat King Cole, Ink Spots, and Nineteen Hundred Ninety Four
Step into the jungle, where the lions be?
Fire and desire, Rick James, long live Tina Marie
I ain't talkin that square business to you baby, square, square
Don't you get it confused and try to play me like a sucker
I ain't the one to fall in love cause a niggas standin over it
Never on that bogus shit, colder than a hockey pit
Fatality when I finish these rappers like Johnny Cage and then
The rage of a maniac, menace to society
Ya'll gonna need Dennis when you meet that mister Wilson
Born a felon, now they feelin us, like a hepatitis shot
Beat Jesus, Kentucky, Step1, T-God
We all we got
On the bottom, gettin top from a chick on instagram
APE-uhthetic and Black Magic killing like killer whales
There is no denying this, we see you like eyelids.
So keep talking that shit, and don't forget to flush the toilet.
Ink Spot Sample:
I pray to get to heaven
For I know that if I got to Heaven
I'd find you
They call me step1, if you ask if I'm sentimental
I'll say forget it son, I'm just an existential
Knowin I got potential, spitting to sick instrumentals
With the best of the best, this noise: never neglectful
I'm just that slumdog, scumbag, tryin to make his first mill
32 bars to kill, better make my verse ill
Gotta pay my dues before my music pays its first bill
For now I'm in the red room practicing my skills
The Skills that define a generation
This variation will bring new innovations
My delegation or my proclamations to these new sensations will result in situations
A new light, a new sight, a new world, a real sign
In the night without a dime, we shall rise, it's our time
So take a hold of it with all your might, and never let go, cause it's gone in the blink of an eye
I see the world through 2 dirty squares of glass
Vision, never jaded, I just rap, smoke and laugh
Drink and pass, you see these blunts they last
Eatin these rappers for lunch, then headin right back to class
Dapper as fuck, with just a hint of some crust
All the monkey's in one barrell, we tearin shit up
Symbol for trust, we kill this beat with some luck
The logic behind is the skill is a must
APE-uhthetic, King Kong, bout to smash another track
Bitches go bananas every time they hear us fuckin rap
Evolution on blast, and we're not stoppin yet
This music's our passion, that's as good as it gets
and I gotta admit, we out this world like super nova
Stay rollin on like the missions of the mars rover.
Our mind's will escape the depths of time and live on to create a new world aside
Ink Spots Sample*
Sidney baby, you drive me crazy
We're never getting out of bed, got me feeling lazy.
Put the blinds down, lay your head back
I heard you've got a little lily I can snack at
Naps for hours
I'll let you smoke your cigarette,
Imma smoke this sour.
(and that's the og)
Yea we smoking Fogie!
You don't even know me,
Not like I'm snorting whole ki's
Smoking blunts like og's
Sampling the oldies.
Oh and Focusrite can blow me
When I get to heaven
For I know that when I get to heaven, I'll find you.
(Improv Sample solo battle between Kentucky and Jim)
P.s. don't buy the Saffire, that shit fucks up so hard. Just get the Scarlett, way more worth it.
!!!NO SYNTHESIZERS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS TRACK!!!