Senim Silla For The Record
Verse 1:
You know my thang is programming language/
I’m music java
Too new for this rap shit/
I need my own genre
Rap bastard, have you seen my father
If so, tell him scream at a kat
Cool eva since the day I dropped out my mama/
I leaned out her kat
It’s all in my bio, first chapter titled rowes and
lyles/
Where I raised was
Shit about the Micha / gan in a swisha
Which was the shit that put spots on my kissa
And yellowed my pinchas/
They’re to far gone to cleanse them
I been diggin in dirt tryin to master the art of the
swoop
Chasin that loot, ya know, misspent youth
Not a thug, I prefer hoodlum/
Stereotypical, angry black, ex-con turned muslim/
If there’s jewels layin out, I couldn’t say I wouldn’t/
Snatch that shit quick as soon as who’s it was
wasn’t really looking Yo
Chorus:
Put ya hands in the sky
Wave them bitches from side to side
Just as witnessed by the eyes of Senim
Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies
Verse 2:
You know I heard it, seen it, done it, said it/
Me and Jude snatched your knock out and jetted/
Slung it, and tore off Saolo for the QP he threw me on
credit/
I blazed it with Stanky/
In 2 maybe 3 days / I remember vaguely/
Runnin up in kats cuts / we did such
Cuz we neva had much cept downtime and badluck/
Our disadvantages / world gave us hell / so we made
hell sandwiches/
Wrapped up in cannibus, crime, rap, and sex/
Woods of countryside bussin Malaki’s tek/
Swooped your jimmy just to ride and wreck/
The good ol’ days / house parties and hood ho trains/
Stupid f..ck, ran in it raw just becuz she looks ok/
But it was drawls right? / So it’s allright/
Things were simpler then/
Hump wants a redbone / in turn I get wit her friend
Reminds me of ’93 / love at the rhythm kitchen/
15 in with no ID
We were hip hop then / more culture less trend
Before urban-pop and ready made blunt skins
Yo
Chorus:
Same
Verse 3:
It’s important ya know/ all these things are said in
fun/
I don’t hit women / been known to choke some/
I don’t smoke crack in fact I never sold none/
I got shot once but it was just a pellet gun/
Yes I watch porn that I’ve bought and I own/
Even got my own / I record in my home/
I didn’t quit rappin, I just quit jeffin/
From now on I keep my bidness and my friends separate/
When you want it live you can’t compromise or settle/
Gotta expand / binary broke up cuz I’m not a yesman /
Lo still my dog though, he know the tempo/
If one blow, then we all roll/
This one goes out to all the kats that I know
Big Juice, O-Type up in Chicago
Judo, Juhump, and Beto
Dave and Sentric sleepless in Seattle
Rhythm
Chorus:
