CunninLynguists - K.K.K.Y. lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists - K.K.K.Y. lyrics]
Don't worry about this dirty south til
It's mud floods ya front stoop
Aces and acres of haters growing
Out the same root
That hit you quicker than poverty
In two major arteries
Havin you movin and softshoe-in like
Who made you property
Black face and sambos, tied for last place
Let facts state
We like Wildcats in a rat race at that rate
The state stay ahead of tomorrow
Standing out like mount Kilimanjaro
So through this Bluegrass follow sorrow
Blacker then the ghetto you fear
You disappear like the future of
The ghetto you near
Where index fingers bring the
Heavy metal you hear
Block stars loading guns as
Fiends battle for crumbs
Come travel through slums
Try politickin with pushas
Made block decisions
While mothafuckas overlooked us
Under the radar like helicopters on the sly
Crept in with hoods on, KKKY
KKKY, more then what you thank it is
Ain't just tobacco
Some bourbon and where horse racin live
This is for my Mark Makers
I keep my flask tipped
Live where the grass crip
Steppin in my blood
Don't try to play Mike Vick and
Stick a dog in this fight
Ya art of loud bark don't
Veto your mosquitoish bite
The mc's too dark, the producer too white
Fam the lyrics too loose
The beats is to tight
We parry blows, we bury foes through stereos
Keep an aerial view over scenarios
Some niggas
That move spirts like a liquor store
AA, after 12 steps you back to get some more
Makers of Woodford Reserve that
Curve ya nerves we country
Coming with fists while you armed with words
Field nigga brand hands that'll
Slap you to sleep
From the land of hard liquor
And tobacco that's cheap
We rose like Lazarus, a miraculous feat
Put soul in it gave what's
Left back to the streets
But we all artist regardless of
The art is in speech close Kyn
Make notes bent tryna find
A release from this
It's mud floods ya front stoop
Aces and acres of haters growing
Out the same root
That hit you quicker than poverty
In two major arteries
Havin you movin and softshoe-in like
Who made you property
Black face and sambos, tied for last place
Let facts state
We like Wildcats in a rat race at that rate
The state stay ahead of tomorrow
Standing out like mount Kilimanjaro
So through this Bluegrass follow sorrow
Blacker then the ghetto you fear
You disappear like the future of
The ghetto you near
Where index fingers bring the
Heavy metal you hear
Block stars loading guns as
Fiends battle for crumbs
Come travel through slums
Try politickin with pushas
Made block decisions
While mothafuckas overlooked us
Under the radar like helicopters on the sly
Crept in with hoods on, KKKY
KKKY, more then what you thank it is
Ain't just tobacco
Some bourbon and where horse racin live
This is for my Mark Makers
I keep my flask tipped
Live where the grass crip
Steppin in my blood
Don't try to play Mike Vick and
Stick a dog in this fight
Ya art of loud bark don't
Veto your mosquitoish bite
The mc's too dark, the producer too white
Fam the lyrics too loose
The beats is to tight
We parry blows, we bury foes through stereos
Keep an aerial view over scenarios
Some niggas
That move spirts like a liquor store
AA, after 12 steps you back to get some more
Makers of Woodford Reserve that
Curve ya nerves we country
Coming with fists while you armed with words
Field nigga brand hands that'll
Slap you to sleep
From the land of hard liquor
And tobacco that's cheap
We rose like Lazarus, a miraculous feat
Put soul in it gave what's
Left back to the streets
But we all artist regardless of
The art is in speech close Kyn
Make notes bent tryna find
A release from this