For The Record Lyrics

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



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