Since When - Cunninlynguists.mp3

[00:14.34] [Verse: 1] (Deacon)
[00:38.43] We flava the music, chop this screw that
[00:41.19] Take you through church in a verse til you view fact
[00:43.68] Holy ghost, from the lowly coast, spit humility
[00:46.05] Facing critics cold fronts, blocking our humidity
[00:48.27] (Natti)
[00:48.39] We own rap
[00:48.99] (Deacon)
[00:49.17] Fo sho as cognac'll twist you dome back
[00:50.97] Our tracks? see, they be nappy
[00:52.23] (Natti)
[00:52.35] But you can't comb that
[00:53.22] (Deacon)
[00:53.37] Call it el natural sound of soul
[00:55.47] You ain't seen these darts or how fast they've flown
[00:57.78] (Natti)
[00:57.90] From, 'tween these parts and the ones 'nere known
[01:00.21] My slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes
[01:02.67] You hear Natti, hot as caddies
[01:03.99] With no steering column on them
[01:05.10] (Deacon)
[01:05.25] With enough lines to dry all the clothes that you own
[01:07.44] (Natti)
[01:07.56] Since when did the south
[01:08.85] (Deacon)
[01:09.03] Get pinned in a drought
[01:10.02] (Natti)
[01:10.26] Not never been clever since bic pens been about
[01:12.45] Reaching whatever levels that'll suspend any doubt
[01:14.82] That we as bad as you kids when this mics to our mouth
[01:17.22] [Hook]
[01:17.46] I hear 'em talking about souther folks can't rhyme
[01:19.95] Some of y'all must be out of your god damn mind
[01:22.44] Yeah, its about that time, we got that shine
[01:25.35]And ****ers been about them lines
[01:27.81] Since When?
[01:28.02] Ever since A Pocket Full of Stones
[01:29.40] Ridin Dirty in a chevy, sittin heavy on chrome
[01:31.89] Ever since Goodie Mo had food for soul
[01:34.23] And them dirty Red Dawgs done hit the do'
[01:36.09] Since When?
[01:36.30] [Verse: 2] (Natti)
[01:36.66] The Mason-Dixon Line, been across ya mind
[01:38.46] Like night sticks
[01:39.30]Rain down on the game and **** it up like white kicks
[01:41.76] I might switch, south paw
[01:43.02] (Deacon)
[01:43.17] Knuckle to jaw
[01:43.74] (Natti)
[01:43.86]If another broke bitch spit about spending it all
[01:46.29] I spit the gems that you splurge to put around neck
[01:48.63] So save that to pay back all your loans and debts
[01:51.09] (Deacon)
[01:51.24] A Maybach and a plague? Is that all you get? Shhhit
[01:53.58] (Natti)
[01:53.70] We struggle to juggle talent with a hell of a sales pitch
[01:56.13] (Deacon)
[01:56.28] Standin on southern dirt that helped America get rich
[01:58.80] You Ain't gotta struggle with a shovel to dig this
[02:01.08] Cold as no power, after hours in the winter months
[02:03.63] Hot though
[02:04.11] (Natti)
[02:04.23] Crock-pot flow
[02:04.89] (Deacon)
[02:05.07] So here dinner comes
[02:06.12] Walk them sheltoes down underground railroads
[02:08.34] (Natti)
[02:08.64] ****** fresh outta jail clothes, spittin like hells close
[02:10.47] (Deacon)
[02:10.62] And these words are'nt slurred
[02:12.06] Maybe how you listens blurred
[02:13.38] You ain't feelin sickness served?
[02:14.85]****ers kiss a curb
[02:18.30] [Hook]