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CONSTANTINE
153
Hip-Hop/Rap
CONSTANTINE was released on August 7, 2026 by CODESWTCH as a part of the album CODESWTCH
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Release DateAugust 7, 2026
LabelCODESWTCH
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
imKENNETHY
imKENNETHY
Rap
ALi.V
ALi.V
Rap
CODESWTCH
CODESWTCH
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Andrew Yang
Kenneth Andrew Yang
Songwriter, Lyrics
Hassan Kleckley
Hassan Kleckley
Songwriter, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
imKENNETHY
imKENNETHY
Producer

Lyrics

Real talk, fuck is you using the slang for
Stay dangerous, pray you never have to use a banger
Can't glorify it, I ain't Lil Wayne-ing
But real talk, how you feel, brother?
I done took my time to heal, brother
Life been pulling all my cards, thought I had to draw
But it's time to deal, brother
Night and Day from a kid, cudder
I was just getting my credits right
Now they want me play in darkness or the
PG&E ain't gon spread the light
Got love for the **** who did what they can
It's one for all, I use all of might
Get to the chicken, I'm Tyson like Mike
I swing for the gold, one punch, I'm like Saitama
Andromeda raps, I ain't ducking no drama
Who wanna run it get left in the stardust
I been the blueprint just waiting on credit
Try up the score and you gon feel the karma
Black man, I feel at home any genre
99 bitches got 99 problems
All of these rappers who saying they bout it
But off brand Marshalls keep you **** silent
You counting your days, I'm feeling them
You wanted a change, the minimum
I called out the lames, the fakes, the pay to plays
That make me the villain then
They want you tired and getting numb
They serving you lies, I Wimbledon
I call out the lames, the fakes, the pay to plays
I may be a hypocrite
Feast your eyes, you only tryna catch up catch up
We got a feeble 5 9, we feel no pressure pressure
I pressed a rewind to times they treat me lesser, lesser
And now they see my life and wish they got my effort, effort
It's a very me time in their life
All a sudden they wanna be Asian and bite
The eats and the fashion at premium price
White bitches be posting some phony advice
Alysa won gold and stole hearts overnight
Go figure we look up to Kobe and Mike
I live for the moments that culture collides
They see us together, their sodium spikes
Revenge is a sweet dish, some yall really got brains of a goldfish
Decision in length of a scroll ditch
Any patience just dickride and backing someone that's a whole bitch
Name of the group might be codeswtch
But we never switch up on our own kin
Reprogram the game is our whole mission
Because most of the industry soulless
Fuck a k pop label who is predatory
Wouldn't ever wanna be their category
Deeper dive is getting mandatory
Every controversy just an allegory
Seen the manufactured fabricated stories
Fake diversity all just a grab at glory
Never giving credit to the black artists
That you made careers off exploiting
Ain't worried bout your two cents
I been learning things that you cannot teach me alright
If I had wanted spare change and listened to lames
Still be on that six speed
Mustve put crack in that one line
Cause all of a sudden everyone heard me
Been known to thoom on the interstate
SRTs cant even skirt me
Dont be threatened by shaboozey
They all knowing who done built this shit
My platform pushing unity
Yall nitpicking at the immigrants
Codeswtching to some bigger shit
POCs on that PCS
All that mean we moving militant
Aint no rules if he bending it
Life jacket how im swimming in it
Yeah im on my f the world shit
Dawg her out like a real pit
We ran more rounds than a thoroughbred
Ion care about who doubting who
The ancestors told me gon head
So that's exactly what im finna do
Kill em all ima leave em dead
You counting your days, I'm feeling them
You wanted a change, the minimum
I called out the lames, the fakes, the pay to plays
That make me the villain then
They want you tired and getting numb
They serving you lies, I Wimbledon
I call out the lames, the fakes, the pay to plays
I may be a hypocrite
You counting your days, I'm feeling them
You wanted a change, the minimum
I called out the lames, the fakes, the pay to plays
That make me the villain then
They want you tired and getting numb
They serving you lies, I Wimbledon
I call out the lames, the fakes, the pay to plays
I may be a hypocrite
Written by: Hassan Kleckley, Kenneth Andrew Yang
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