Cunninlynguists Lynguistics Lyrics

Lynguistics Lyrics

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"So fuck the commercial tracks you be doin,

a brother got to eat. Why don't you rap for food then."



[Deacon and Kno exhanging verses *=Kno rapping]



[Deacon]

The music makes me high

even though I stay away from canibus, like Wyclef

*Deacon and Kno, fry sets.*

Similar to Christ,

*we got divine reps so tell me*

If you know your gonna die *why step?*

Show no mercy

*For rules and crews*

You hit with more bricks than new ?

*Riddles confusing fools,* like Confucian rules

*Cos most cats are more squared than Rubik's Cubes*

We spit raps that are totally murderous

*The rhymes are like an anaconda serpent clutch*

So check out how these herbs get touched

*Unless your broads giving us brains*

Nigga you ain't servin us

*Deacon and Kno,* cunning lynguists with stunning English

*Our true lies bring more pumps* than Harry Rehnquist

*Every week* with the best speech

Roll with cats who smoke more trees than the flash and burn techniques

*Sex, beats, between bed sheets*

Red fleets, Pulp Fiction style

*leaving your car with red seats*

We make like fly swatters and smash pests

*Put peeps under more pressure than a Kelly Price bed set*

Keep your bodies looking like samples for the Rorscach Test

*Ink blots,* so fuck around and get your team rocked

*Jugga's in the back with the beam cocked*

Gots to have everything between L.A. and Queens locked



Uh huh, word, uh huh word, yo yo, check it out

Cunninlynguists, know what I'm saying?

You know how we do

I mean, you probably don't know how we do

but you're about to find out.

Like wha, like wha...