nobigdyl., Ryan Kenney - july 4, 2014 lyrics
[nobigdyl., Ryan Kenney - july 4, 2014 lyrics]
Yeah indie tribe dyly
Yeah this how we do it in the 90's uh
Do you believe in magic
Pull a rabbit out my hat
In fact do it three times
That's an average of a hat trick
Inspired by the hood like a
Back flip on a mattress
But I grew up in a trailer then a tractor
Not a mansion never write my lyrics boy I'm
Rapping off of canvas
Andy Warhol of this rapping I imagine
Like the warthog in the animated lion
I be livin like no herpes or
At least I'm really tryin' it
Really I be lying if I said I didn't buy it
Migos, and Selena, Justin Bieber, Lucas Bryan
My crew is always shinin' like
A diamond or Orion not because we any good
But because we suicided
Gave up all our rights and then
We follow holy light and
Love held us close like my
Momma tuck me tight in
Holy Spirit testified and show my
Soul who Christ is
And throw me tons of grace and then
I caught it like a tight end
Yeah uh somebody bring the tribe in
But we never chiefin', no peyote
Never pipin' unless it's Johnny Piper in
A cypher with MacGyver
That's just a little describer of
My type of rhymer still not afraid to end
The challenge in defeat
Still got to bust a new balance on my feet
Sam's chuck a hat and I'm
Styli'n on the beat
Hit the nae nae on some produce so
I'm whylin' on the beats uh
What happens when you're
Thirty-thousand feet
It's 12: 47 and you headed to the East
A semi-frozen frosty is all you had to eat
You ain't sittin' with your family cause
Your daddy switched you seats
True story aye what if Mory was discreet?
And didn't tell your secrets
And respect your privacy?
Maybe you are not the father
Wouldn't cause so much glee
And uh jerry Springer's ratings
Would be better i mean it's too late for
Me to say anything clever
I should stop but I won't blue tank
Top with the flower's pretty dope
Sweat shorts
Jamaica jacobson around my throat
Nappy here is stuntin' and my
Ears fill with gold, Cold
It's tribe indie all bold
We couldn't care less how many records sold
All about the art and the love and the soul
You shoulda known, yeah
You shoulda known, yeah
You shoulda known, yeah summer camp sessions
I've had just about enough of
Cold diamonds in the rough
'Cause my backbone is paper thin
Get me outta this cavern or I'll cave in
If bombs go off
The sun will still be shining
'Cause I've heard it said "every mushroom
Cloud has it's silver lining"
I've heard it said "every mushroom
Cloud has it's silver lining"
Yeah this how we do it in the 90's uh
Do you believe in magic
Pull a rabbit out my hat
In fact do it three times
That's an average of a hat trick
Inspired by the hood like a
Back flip on a mattress
But I grew up in a trailer then a tractor
Not a mansion never write my lyrics boy I'm
Rapping off of canvas
Andy Warhol of this rapping I imagine
Like the warthog in the animated lion
I be livin like no herpes or
At least I'm really tryin' it
Really I be lying if I said I didn't buy it
Migos, and Selena, Justin Bieber, Lucas Bryan
My crew is always shinin' like
A diamond or Orion not because we any good
But because we suicided
Gave up all our rights and then
We follow holy light and
Love held us close like my
Momma tuck me tight in
Holy Spirit testified and show my
Soul who Christ is
And throw me tons of grace and then
I caught it like a tight end
Yeah uh somebody bring the tribe in
But we never chiefin', no peyote
Never pipin' unless it's Johnny Piper in
A cypher with MacGyver
That's just a little describer of
My type of rhymer still not afraid to end
The challenge in defeat
Still got to bust a new balance on my feet
Sam's chuck a hat and I'm
Styli'n on the beat
Hit the nae nae on some produce so
I'm whylin' on the beats uh
What happens when you're
Thirty-thousand feet
It's 12: 47 and you headed to the East
A semi-frozen frosty is all you had to eat
You ain't sittin' with your family cause
Your daddy switched you seats
True story aye what if Mory was discreet?
And didn't tell your secrets
And respect your privacy?
Maybe you are not the father
Wouldn't cause so much glee
And uh jerry Springer's ratings
Would be better i mean it's too late for
Me to say anything clever
I should stop but I won't blue tank
Top with the flower's pretty dope
Sweat shorts
Jamaica jacobson around my throat
Nappy here is stuntin' and my
Ears fill with gold, Cold
It's tribe indie all bold
We couldn't care less how many records sold
All about the art and the love and the soul
You shoulda known, yeah
You shoulda known, yeah
You shoulda known, yeah summer camp sessions
I've had just about enough of
Cold diamonds in the rough
'Cause my backbone is paper thin
Get me outta this cavern or I'll cave in
If bombs go off
The sun will still be shining
'Cause I've heard it said "every mushroom
Cloud has it's silver lining"
I've heard it said "every mushroom
Cloud has it's silver lining"