Kooley High, Homeboy Sandman - Unfound lyrics

Like I’m speaking in code

Yea, I’m unfound like planes and the Pentagon
Underground til the day that my pen is gone
Tab-biggie, Ichibon, gettin’, gettin’ on
Rise from the ash fast and I’m dippin’ on
Ain’t no that you be shitting on
I’m a different dome, mic is a magic wand
When I add it on, fall like Babylon
Peep into the sun, long as a marathon
So get your pace up pimping
Dwayne Dwayne lane
And the world so different
Birds still bitching, herbs still hitting
Girls with the curves still
Swerve in the vision
Time still ticking, mind still drifting
Line after line and the rhymes still flipping
It’s North Cac, Lac, crack rap slinging
Calls we the cats you ain’t seen yet

Go at you hard like most records that sold
You look confused
Go at you hard like most records that sold
Like I’m speaking in code
Go hard at you like most
Spit propaganda at you til you
Break down and fold
Til you break down and fold
Spit propaganda at you til you
Break down and fold

I’m unfound like plans for the pyramids
Underground til my fans start hearing this
C-Smarts if you ask what the difference is
I see your heart just glance at appearances
Well keep your face up, listen
Dwyane Wade temperatures, my bra stay hidden
From afar my range is outrageous
From the south if you
Run your mouth strangers
You might get caught up and
Only get brought up
When people whispering about
Who got slaughtered
You never even thought of the possibilities
Like woulda, coulda, shoulda, and oughta
And things get odd til
Your team get assaulted
Bling that you flossing, it be that costly
When you lost it? No telling me
Just don’t fuck with it like
A condom in the 70s you gotta let it be

Go at you hard like most records that sold
You look confused
Go at you hard like most records that sold
Like I’m speaking in code
Go hard at you like most
Spit propaganda at you til you
Break down and fold
Til you break down and fold
Spit propaganda at you til you
Break down and fold

I’m unfound, let’s look for
You ain’t found it yet? Look more
Enough sunny days anyways
Storm’s what I look towards
Far as when I took form
Been around since book one
Bookworm, book once
Even off the ‘gnac and the gin
Swore I’d never let it happen again
Taking chances, going for the win
Trying to catch blowing in the wind
Trying to keep from taking my advances
And blowing it on the whip
I’m doing it on a whim
I’m trying to get a deal so I
Can deal with all the wimps
Be the showman and show them it’s
Not a way to live
Lord is my keeper, keep me from going limp
Go out on a limb

Go at you hard like most records that sold
You look confused
Go at you hard like most records that sold
Like I’m speaking in code
Go hard at you like most
Spit propaganda at you til you
Break down and fold
Til you break down and fold
Spit propaganda at you til you
Break down and fold