Chic Masters - For The Record lyrics

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Chic Masters - For The Record lyrics

[Verse 1] You know my thing is programming language I'm music's Java Too new for this rap sh** I need my own genre Rap ba*tard, have you seen my father If so, tell him scream at a cat Cool ever since the day I dropped out my mama I leaned out her cat It's all in my bio first chapter titled Rowes and Lyles Where I raised was sh** about the Micha, gan in a swisha Which was the sh** that put spots on my kisser 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 m**m If there's j**els layin' out, I couldn't say I wouldn't Snatch that sh** quick as soon as who's it was Wasn't really looking yo [Hook] Put ya hands in the sky Wave them b**hes 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 cats cuts, we did such Cause we never had much 'cept downtime and bad luck Our disadvantages, world gave us hell so we made hell sandwiches Wrapped up in cannibus, crime, rap, and s** Woods of countryside bussin' Malaki's tec Swooped your jimmy just to ride and wreck The good ol' days, house parties and hood ho trains Stupid f**, ran in it raw just because she looks ok But it was drawls right? So it's alright 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 [Hook] [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 p**n 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 business and my friends separate When you want it live you can't compromise or settle Gotta expand, Binary broke up cause I'm not a Yes-man Lo still my dog though, he know the tempo If one blow, then we all roll This one goes out to all the cats that I know Big Juice, O-Type up in Chicago Judo, Juhump, and Beto Dave and Sentric sleepless in Seattle Rhythm [Hook]