If You Say So Lyrics
[High Pitch Noise]
[Intro]
Shine, my nigga, shine
(I mean, if you say so, sucker, uh, uh)
Shine, my nigga, shine
(Say it like, say it like)
(Uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
U-Haul parked under cover of night
Marked for life
On that reverse white flight, got you a slice
Urban renewal, dead nigga poltergeist
Can't remove, as a reminder
Feeding on innermost anxiety and desire
Sprinkling baby powder and kicks on power lines
You're not forgotten (you're not forgotten)
Forever Harlem shake, like no one's watching
White lawns, it's washed by the blood
Plant and tree, block abandoned and bleeding
Can't view the love
Blasting glove off axis
So-called conspiracy theories played out, live action
City is too brilliant
The public [?] more (cracker), blacked out in a hallway stature
Turn the children's hands the other way
To be frank, when you perpetuate the bullshit
You deserve every expected reaction that you get
To live and die in a hole
Tiramisu like layers of chaos and control
Internalize and implode
Panic attacks, asthma, tabernacle and botanical be equally padded
And attempts to guide an unseen hand, a personal favor
This won't take all night, pies in the pager
Paint pallets, land vapors come and malice
Cut [?], a rope down palace
The answer is 'hell no'
It depends on who's asking
(And even then)
[Sample]
[Verse 2]
They running out of slopes to flip, to east and beyond (to the east)
Illuminated by twenty-four hour bodega neon (and beyond)
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We all pawns
You niggas better learn to swim
Jamaica bay is calling
I dreamed I bought a houseboat
Mobbed the deck with Sonny Rollins
Push by, predatory forces, old school blockbuster markings
Say the same systemic devaluation, pure harsh shit
Warm gun smoke under the tridents
Case studies in economic science
A generation who curses in cycles, crime blues
Curse god in haikus
Arranged union of iris, bride, groom
Barren wombs and lost blocks, last stop
Shook cops with waxed eyebrows that blast first
Hot boys got crazy words
You serve in broad day
If nobody got knocked in the process
Okay, something like a compromise, fine line divine pride and stupidity
Hard to not think cynically
[?], feeling gritty
Drawn up to be defrauded, you want orders, do whatever's left
Fresh carcass reek of hyena's breath
Broken [bereath], dry bones resurrected
Dollar store gift cards for all your efforts
Can't afford to show your face around these parts no more
You don't know how stacked the deck is
Stress test, pressure sky high, like potflies, some blind brown eyes
Violent with a knife, cash is king, price is right
[Outro]
So, so, so, so, so (x8)
