| Can I drop another one? |
| Second of my Mother’s Sons
|
| Pop this shit like bubble-gum, so you can call me troublesome
|
| Challenge me, you double dumb, I know just where you coming from
|
| I only need to say a couple words then you the humble one
|
| Consist my pseudonym, lyrically a hooligan
|
| Drop another record and they say, «there go that dude again»
|
| And if you disapprove of him, he know you still be tuning in
|
| Just because you fooling them, it don’t mean that you fooling him
|
| Highest of a pedigree, it’s in my biochemistry
|
| Fuck ya dress rehearsal, I don’t play with hypothetically
|
| And music is genetically embedded in my tendency
|
| Playing on the ivories, a brother who is ebony
|
| Funky D will never be looking at them jealously
|
| I’m here to build my legacy with music as my equity
|
| Fundamentally I do everything independently
|
| Cos rhythm is my remedy and I do that incredibly
|
| Chorus (Cicero)
|
| Another one and all that I know is that we keep it going
|
| Drop another one, they seem to follow
|
| Cos they know tomorrow there’s another one
|
| And all that I know is that we keep it going
|
| Here’s another one, another one
|
| Verse Two (Teddy Reiss)
|
| I’m a specialist with putting words in sentences
|
| If you peep the messages, you’ll know that I was meant for this
|
| It’s crazy how I breathe on beats, I’ze born with Bronchiectasis
|
| Crazy how I drop the flow, I got it, so I’m flexing it
|
| Showing black excellence, I’m glowing like my melanin
|
| My money keep me sane, so my accountant be the therapist
|
| Elegant penmanship, never been average
|
| If I pull your card then I ain’t talkin' bout' no magic trick
|
| They can barely fathom it once they do their analysis
|
| I know by their reactions that my substance is a catalyst
|
| Wouldn’t wanna challenge him, that’ll turn out embarrassing
|
| These bars will have you frozen, it will feel like sleep paralysis
|
| Can I drop another one? |
| Really, I got plenty
|
| Talking bangers, I got many if you didn’t know already
|
| Ready, Teddy go, if you hear that then it’s teddy on production
|
| So it’s deadly, when they hear they gon' respect me (nah' mean)
|
| Verse Three (Funky DL)
|
| Here we go with this again, brushing off my Timberlands
|
| Stepping like I’m militant, crush em' with my discipline
|
| Haters still be listening, I state like I’m Michigan
|
| I’m just another citizen, guilty, but I’m innocent
|
| Spike like I’m Milligan, directing like I’m Singleton
|
| Valley like in Silicon and volley like in Wimbledon
|
| I maximize the minimum with flavour like I’m cinnamon
|
| And span a long time with my ish' like Dominicans
|
| I guess it’s irrefutable, audio is beautiful
|
| Yeah, you know the usual, energy renewable
|
| Energy reusable, twenty is the numeral
|
| Music that is suitable, so bang this in your cubicle
|
| Yes it’s unequivocal, I am the original
|
| Analogue or digital, I break it down like syllables
|
| Devoted like it’s biblical, fans are reciprocal
|
| Consist is one of the best, that’s pretty typical |