CunninLynguists - So Live! lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists - So Live! lyrics]
Person 1: You know guys like me
And you gotta kick it here, old school
Person 2: yeah, this is
This is truly old school
Person 1: Definitely old school
(Definitely old school)
Yo, Yo we keep the par-ty so live
To all my Fellas we keep the par-ty so live
To all My ladies we keep the par-ty so live
CunninLynguistics we see the par-ty so live
Get live, set to destroy all the fakers
'Cus this ones for the
B-Boys and the breakers
Take ya, to another level with the sound
(sound) freaking the flow
Deacon and Kno getting down
Take it on back to the essence
When you could go to a party and
Not leave with your head split (yeah It's)
Cunninlynguists getting live
Respect the foundation, the Hip-Hop vibe
Now get up get up gonna rip up rip up
Any motherfucker if they don't
Shut they shit up
Puts your hands up like it's a stick up
I got ya head jerking like some hiccups
Its Deacon the Villain
Ill'in' with my nigga rolls rappers be soft
They probably walk on their tippy toes
Word up Jays game, and roll diggy (Go)
Flows potent
Even my breath smells like sticky dro
Im chillin' the fresh way, I'm not the best
But more or less, the style is (finesse)
For those that test
I shake em down like bumpy nuts
Smashed out their face
Even slam it like a dummy cut
Yo
Kentucky shogun who's the master
Ya damm right, deep in the last dragon
Flows off the wall like they outlaw tagging
Understand me when I tell you this
I got the style that'll give you fit's
And get you pissed that ya
Can't rhyme like this
Hype with the type of shit
That leave ya hyper tense
I know ya feel it don't be acting stiff
Just go on ahead and grab a chick
Do that dance a bit, cus when you hear the
Yo I'm a, gun and uh (BOOOOM)
Cocked and ready quick to leave ya head
Spinning like rocksteady
Get mistaken for a B-Boy breaking your dome
Off the planet like I've been
Turboed out the O-Zone
The rap Roy Jones you better
Be ducking and weaving
Take a breath so quick you're bound
To be sucking your teeth in
When Kno's on the 1200's cutting, ya bleeding
When I'm stuck in my broom like
It ain't nothing and leaning
I just ripped the mic and crushed Cataclysmic
Blast a sentence that would
Leave a rapper limping
Nowadays cats only rhyme about their bankroll
But, I've been fresh ever since fuzzy Kangol
Don't y'all be starting nothing
Just chill the hell out while
We keep the party jumping
I know what's got you feelin' nice
Me and my man Deacon the
Villian illin' keeping it live
And you gotta kick it here, old school
Person 2: yeah, this is
This is truly old school
Person 1: Definitely old school
(Definitely old school)
Yo, Yo we keep the par-ty so live
To all my Fellas we keep the par-ty so live
To all My ladies we keep the par-ty so live
CunninLynguistics we see the par-ty so live
Get live, set to destroy all the fakers
'Cus this ones for the
B-Boys and the breakers
Take ya, to another level with the sound
(sound) freaking the flow
Deacon and Kno getting down
Take it on back to the essence
When you could go to a party and
Not leave with your head split (yeah It's)
Cunninlynguists getting live
Respect the foundation, the Hip-Hop vibe
Now get up get up gonna rip up rip up
Any motherfucker if they don't
Shut they shit up
Puts your hands up like it's a stick up
I got ya head jerking like some hiccups
Its Deacon the Villain
Ill'in' with my nigga rolls rappers be soft
They probably walk on their tippy toes
Word up Jays game, and roll diggy (Go)
Flows potent
Even my breath smells like sticky dro
Im chillin' the fresh way, I'm not the best
But more or less, the style is (finesse)
For those that test
I shake em down like bumpy nuts
Smashed out their face
Even slam it like a dummy cut
Yo
Kentucky shogun who's the master
Ya damm right, deep in the last dragon
Flows off the wall like they outlaw tagging
Understand me when I tell you this
I got the style that'll give you fit's
And get you pissed that ya
Can't rhyme like this
Hype with the type of shit
That leave ya hyper tense
I know ya feel it don't be acting stiff
Just go on ahead and grab a chick
Do that dance a bit, cus when you hear the
Yo I'm a, gun and uh (BOOOOM)
Cocked and ready quick to leave ya head
Spinning like rocksteady
Get mistaken for a B-Boy breaking your dome
Off the planet like I've been
Turboed out the O-Zone
The rap Roy Jones you better
Be ducking and weaving
Take a breath so quick you're bound
To be sucking your teeth in
When Kno's on the 1200's cutting, ya bleeding
When I'm stuck in my broom like
It ain't nothing and leaning
I just ripped the mic and crushed Cataclysmic
Blast a sentence that would
Leave a rapper limping
Nowadays cats only rhyme about their bankroll
But, I've been fresh ever since fuzzy Kangol
Don't y'all be starting nothing
Just chill the hell out while
We keep the party jumping
I know what's got you feelin' nice
Me and my man Deacon the
Villian illin' keeping it live