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For the Record Lyrics

Verse 1:

You know my thang is programming language/
I'm music java

Too new for this rap s***/

I need my own genre

Rap b******, 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**led rowes and lyles/

Where I raised was

s*** about the Micha / gan in a swisha

Which was the s*** 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/

s***** that s*** quick as soon as who's it was

wasn't really looking Yo

Chorus:

Put ya hands in the sky

Wave them b****** 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 s*****ed 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 hell / so we made hell sandwiches/

Wrapped up in cannibus, crime, rap, and s**/

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***, 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 c**ture 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*** 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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