Since When Lyrics By Cunninlynguists

Artist/Band Name: Cunninlynguists

Album Name: A Piece of Strange


Lyrics To Since When

We flava the music, chop this screw that
Take you through church in a verse til you view fact
Holy ghost, from the lowly coast, spit humility
Facing critics cold fronts, blocking our humidity

We own rap
Fo sho as cognac’ll twist you dome back
Our tracks? see, they be nappy
But you can’t comb that
Call it el natural sound of soul
You ain’t seen these darts or how fast they’ve flown
From, ‘tween these parts and the ones ‘nere known
My slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes
You hear Natti, hot as caddies
With no steering column on them
With enough lines to dry all the clothes that you own
Since when did the south
Get pinned in a drought
Not never been clever since bic pens been about
Reaching whatever levels that’ll suspend any doubt
That we as bad as you kids when this mics to our mouth

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I hear ’em talking about souther folks can’t rhyme
Some of y’all must be out of your god damn mind
Yeah, its about that time, we got that shine
And niggaz been about them lines
Since When?
Ever since A Pocket Full of Stones
Ridin Dirty in a chevy, sittin heavy on chrome
Ever since Goodie Mo had food for soul
And them dirty Red Dawgs done hit the do’
Since When?

The Mason-Dixon Line, been across ya mind
Like night sticks
Rain down on the game and fuck it up like white kicks
I might switch, south paw
Knuckle to jaw
If another broke nigga spit about spending it all
I spit the gems that you splurge to put around neck
So save that to pay back all your loans and debts
A Maybach and a plague? Is that all you get? Shhhit
We struggle to juggle talent with a hell of a sales pitch
Standin on southern dirt that helped America get rich
You Ain’t gotta struggle with a shovel to dig this
Cold as no power, after hours in the winter months
Hot though
Crock-pot flow
So here dinner comes
Walk them sheltoes down underground railroads
Niggaz fresh outta jail clothes, spittin like hells close
And these words are’nt slurred
Maybe how you listens blurred
You ain’t feelin sickness served?
Motherfucker kiss a curb

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