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CunninLynguists Lyrics

We flavor the music, chop this screw that
We add our own unique twist to the music and make changes as necessary

Take you through church in a verse til you view fact
We provide an enlightening experience through our music until you understand the truth

Holy ghost, from the lowly coast, spit humility
Our music is inspired by a higher power and we remain humble despite our success

Facin critics cold fronts, blockin our humidity
We face criticism and negative attitudes but it doesn't affect our creativity and authenticity

(We own rap) fo sho as Cognac'll twist yo dome back
We have a strong presence in the rap industry that can't be denied

Our tracks? See, they be nappy (but you can't comb that)
Our music is raw and authentic, and can't be changed or tamed

Call it el natural sound of soul
Our sound is natural and soulful, reflecting our roots and influences

You ain't seen these darts or how fast they've flown
You haven't witnessed our lyrical abilities or how quickly we can deliver them

(From, 'tween these parts and the ones 'nere known
Our lyrics are a combination of different influences and experiences

My slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes
Our slang is unique and catchy, and stays with listeners long after the song is over

You hear Natti, hot as Caddies with no steering column on 'em)
When you hear Natti's verses, they're intense and powerful like a hot Cadillac with no steering

With enough lines to dry all the clothes that you own
We have endless lyrics, enough to fill a clothesline

(Since when did the south) get pinned in a drought?
When did the southern rap scene become stagnant or uninteresting?

(Not never been clever since big pens been about
Southern rappers have always been creative and clever, since the rise of hip-hop

Reachin whateva levels that'll suspend any doubt
We aim to reach new heights and prove any critics wrong

That we as bad as yo kids when this mics to our mouth)
We're skilled and talented on the mic, just like your favorite rappers

I hear 'em talkin 'bout Southern folks can't rhyme
People still believe that southern rappers lack lyrical ability

Some of y'all must be out your God damned mind
Anyone who doubts southern rappers is foolish

Yeah, it's about that time, we got that shine
It's time for southern rappers to shine and prove their worth

Cause niggas been about them lines
Southern rappers have always been focused on their lyrics

E'ry since a 'Pocket Full of Stones'
From the early days of southern rap, like UGK's 'Pocket Full of Stones'

Ridin dirty in a Chevy sittin heavy on chrome
Inspired by the classic southern rap anthem 'Ridin Dirty'

Ever since Goodie Mo' had Food for Soul
From the days of Goodie Mob's classic album 'Soul Food'

And them dirty red dawgs done hit the do', since when
From the emergence of Southern rap groups like Three 6 Mafia

(The Mason-Dixon Line, been across ya mind like night-sticks
The line separating the North and South has been a point of controversy and tension

Rain down on the game and fuck it up like white kicks
We disrupt the rap game just like fresh white sneakers

I might switch, south-paw), knuckle to jaw
I can change my style and still come out on top, like a left-handed fighter

(If another broke nigga spit about spendin it all
If another rapper brags about spending money foolishly

I spit the gems that you splurge to put around neck
I offer valuable advice that you should invest in instead of frivolous jewelry

So save that to pay back all your loans and debts)
Save your money to pay off your debts instead of flaunting it

A Maybach and a plaque, is that all you get? Shit
Is that all you aspire to have? We aim for more than just material possessions

(We struggle to juggle talent with a helluva sales pitch)
We balance our artistic abilities with the need to make a profit

Standin on southern dirt that helped America get rich
We recognize the influence and importance of our southern roots in American history

Ye' ain't gotta struggle with a shovel to dig this
You don't have to dig deep to understand our message

Cold as no power, after hours in the winter months
We're cold and powerful, like a winter storm with no electricity

Hot though (crock-pot flow)
Our style is hot and flavorful, like a slow-cooked meal

So here dinner comes
We're serving up our music, like a delicious meal

Walk them shell toes down underground railroads
We're blazing a trail and leading the way for future generations of southern rappers

(Niggas fresh outta jail clothes, spittin like hell's close)
We're gritty and intense, like someone fresh out of jail and ready to take on the world

And these words at slurred, maybe how you listen's blurred
You might not understand our message if you're not actively listening

You ain't feelin sickness served? Muhfucka kiss a curb
If you don't appreciate our music, you can leave and not come back