Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Cable, artist - IDK. Album song Is He Real?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Clue No Clue
Song language: English
No Cable |
Cathedral to the congregation |
Congregation, rise and let us pray |
As I’m rotatin' with my true playa partner by the name of IDK |
We tryna figure out, when in doubt |
Why all this petty shit gotta come our way, you know what I’m sayin'? |
Put an end to the mothafuckin' hate |
Let us rise and let us get straight, you know what I’m sayin'? |
We gotta demonstrate, we gotta congregate |
And, through this bullshit, man |
We ain’t gon' do none but aim and penetrate (Penetrate) |
(Ism) |
Why all my brothers tryna infiltrate my circle? |
Why all my sisters tryna spin my wheel and chase my cheddar |
'Round and 'round like these women turnin' into gerbils? |
Guess the family mattered less when I was more an Urkel |
Yeah, but now I’m Stefan’d up |
And everything I do is everything that they fond of |
It’s funny how I went from paperboy to makin' that paper, boy |
But I’m still tryna throw it at houses |
My credit was fucked up, but now it’s in fair condition |
I’m tellin' the banks to help a brother, they never listen |
Like almost every nigga in the world with the chains and the girls |
Goin' through the same struggle, just from a distance |
We think they winnin', and speakin' of winnin', the Redskins losin' |
That’s a representation of where I’m from |
'Cause when the guns pop, we lose a life and that’s the real conclusion |
We watch 'em change the channel while we make excuses |
He was just a drug dealer |
Record wasn’t clean so we see him as a thug nigga |
(Police described the shooting victim as a known drug dealer— change the |
channel) |
He was just a crazy man |
He blew up the school just to mothafuckin' say he can |
(Students evacuating with their hands up, the suspect in the mass shooting— |
change the channel) |
I love this girl, this girl loves me |
Even though I’m a girl, too, she my— |
(The newly updated Marriage Rules Act gives same-sex couples |
The same rights as heterosexual couples— change the channel) |
Aw, fuck it, we all brothers and sisters |
We all brothers and sisters, we all brothers and— |
(Ooh) |
Paper is power still (Ooh) |
Paper is power still |
Paper is power still, paper is power still (Ooh) |
Paper is power still, paper is power still ( |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
My hittas separate from petty to stupid shit |
I threw an oop to them like Zion and Duke and them |
Why every time I see a white person I question myself, like |
«Am I gonna scare 'em 'cause I’m black?» |
But when I put my white voice on and ask him for directions |
He just gives 'em to me with a dap |
And then smiles, see, not everybody racist and shit |
But we just tryna be prepared for all the hatred we get |
'Cause if I make the wrong turn and stop at a gas station |
Listen, there’s a small chance that I could probably be lynched |
In 2019, and probably still in 2020 |
And probably 20 years later 'cause this shit ain’t gon' leave |
It’s never gon' end, that’s why I gotta scribble this pen |
'Cause I got a voice and no one in my generation don’t ever say shit |
'Cause it ain’t cool to talk like this |
But chalk lines tracin' of bodies make me jot my shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
My job is this, say truth to make your jawlines drip |
So if I get flipped, this message is in all my hits |
He was just a drug dealer |
Record wasn’t clean so we see him as a thug nigga (Change the channel) |
He was just a crazy man |
He blew up the school just to mothafuckin' say he can (Change the channel) |
I love this girl, this girl loves me |
Even though I’m a girl, too, she my— (Change the channel) |
Aw, fuck it, we all brothers and sisters |
We all brothers and sisters, we all brothers— |