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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
R.A.P. Ferreira
R.A.P. Ferreira
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Kamron Parvizi
Michael Kamron Parvizi
Songwriter
Aaron Carmack
Aaron Carmack
Songwriter
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Songwriter
Rory Ferreira
Rory Ferreira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Jefferson Park Boys
The Jefferson Park Boys
Producer
Daddy Kev
Daddy Kev
Mastering Engineer
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah They hate how I spit it, with nonchalance I take two knights with a pawn, en passant My regards to all of y'all Make a nigga flaunt his stripes like Barbasol Hard to call, it sound like rapping This the art of falling, down Covering ground as well Violence is the groove, pan-frying breadfruit He said silence is the move and we got noisy Your favorite rapper Soundcheck the daily stock holding There go that plot roaming Rates apply, epicanthic eye fold, accept the charges Brace for life's barrages, cohens, and eavesdroppers Plea coppers and bargain hunters Marginalia conductor, alien other Outside in the outside, her mouth wider Need more air to stoke this great fire So I'm farming my necessities, ancient recipes Move with ease and grace Most modernness plagued with hesitancy Lag interruptions, you need time to process the instruction It's true, uh-huh And you know the self is defined by the struggling It's true You know the self is defined by the struggling Found pain in the, found the Found the pain quite, quite, quite humbling You know the self is defined by the struggling Dare to peek through the viewfinder Up close with a rude reminder Deuteronomy in E minor Shuffling chicken bones Searchin' for hidden tones and meanings Niggas was triangulatin' the feelin' Hidden motives turn to rigor mortis With rigid hortense, vivid reminders of why I don't like surprises Behind the curtain like Polonius Screams of pain and they hittin' most melodius Tell yourself that ain't odious, ock, it's only obvious It's bogus whoadie, I'm Bodie Broadus singin' Spottie Ottie With the loaded pop, and that's a metaphor, really You know the vagabond drifty, troubadour shifty Like the two things shifted, perspective be infinite Perpetually lifted, the most high gifts abundant Soul folks glow illustrious You move too slow to fuck wit' us Feelin' lucid in the foreign model Too scoops in my affogato It's neohoodoo's most loyal apostle, Pete Non-cipher, you a nonplussed biter Non-cipher, you a nonplussed biter
Writer(s): Aaron Carmack, Kenny Segal, Mike Parvizi, Rob Araujo, Rory Allen Philip Ferreira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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