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Linguine
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Linguine was released on August 13, 2026 by REMYDMC as a part of the album Linguine - Single
August 13, 2026
LabelREMYDMC
LanguageEnglish
BPM54
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Damn
Yo, you hear what happened?
Nah, what's up?
And they still don't know who did it
Everybody got cameras now
That's the craziest part about this whole thing
You know what's funny? I watched the whole thing happen though
Youngin going really boy
Hold up, time out, let's load up
They sleep on me, well let's help with that coma
Shoulda but now like the spirit, no soda
We lift that shit with no tow trucks, clips when I show up
Pissing himself, now he smell like ammonia
Pressure applied, brodie folded, no yoga
Okay bruh, cut holes in the beanie
Couldn't leave shells on the scene
We sauced 'em and made 'em linguini
News on the TV
Made 'em so famous, I vacay and see 'em in Sweden
My bitch smell like Fiji
How can I stress 'bout how deep it gets?
No regrets, you in my trunk
And my trunks and my lil' bitch in brand new bikinis
My circle, that's family
Plug in the valley
Work from the cabin
Packs in the pantry
Get your shit straightened, there's crooks in the alley
Still moving in cameras
Backdoor business booming
Blue lights blinking through the blinds of buildings
Bags get buried by the bridge in bushes
Bunch of guns and bullets bundled up
Bad blood brewing between bitter siblings
Broad day blinking, no one speaking
Beef get settled briefly
Blackout Buick and the driver tweaking
Bloodhound sniffing but the trail weakens
The best only prints, that's the difference
Tony, by morning it's wet up and moldy
This rapper say hi to my lil' friends, now look like bologna
Whole team is hungry, they pictured it bread like Adobe
This room full of presidents (Presidents)
Lead in our pockets (Pockets)
You see us, you think that it's voting day (Voting day)
Old money folded in a hundred different ways
Broke boys worried 'bout hundred different things
Damn, if pressure makes diamonds
Explain how I stay the same, dawg
Old friends changed, now they barely know my name, dawg
Guess I showed up, stole the show and never gave it back, dawg
Counted me out and made it back, dawg
Saw the same ones switch and be the first to celebrate, dawg
How you claiming shit you couldn't take, dawg?
So just in case, dawg
Pause on the CD
Trap doors are hidden, magician don't talk on his secrets
Luck wasn't granted
Funds keep revolving, my flight still ain't landed
Left me abandoned
Blood, sweat and bliss since the budget got managed
Stuck to the plan and the numbers expanded
Now when they speak on my name, it got statics
Now they gon' see what they've taken for granted
Petty when it's pending
Power plays progressing
Police presence present
Pocket profit stretching
Project boys, they plotting
People posted peeking
Private cars get ended
Phone lines protected
Plenty paper printed
Price tag on you posted
Paper trail corrected
Parking lot deserted
Pair of headlights showing
Prayers said in whispers
Panic never spoken
When the smoke finally cleared
I was still the one unbroken
They didn't know the value, never noticed it
Even with cameras rolling, still don't know who went stole this shit
Tell VladTV that I did it, I went and
I stole that shit (Stole that shit)
I had me no motive, bitch
But now the ones who wouldn't post me then (What?)
Now they posting clips (What?)
White to black, it flips
This is no eclipse (Yeah)
Mama, I've grown up
I'm educated and I'm street smart with it
The system ain't fair and they treating my pops different
And they money driven
Mama, I've grown up
Educated, street smart and I know me both languages
I walk in the courthouse full of suits
But somehow justice vanishes
Hold up, time out, let's load up
They sleep on me, well let's help with that coma
Shoulda but now like the spirit, no soda
We lift that shit with no tow trucks, clips when I show up
Pissing himself, now he smell like ammonia
Pressure applied, brodie folded, no yoga
Okay bruh, cut holes in the beanie
Couldn't leave shells on the scene
We sauced 'em and made 'em linguini
Written by: Ariel Rodriguez
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