Cunninlynguists Follow

[ Verse 1 ]

[ Deacon ]
We flava the music, chop this screw that
take you through church in a verse til you view fact
holy ghost, from the lowly coast, spit humility
facin critics cold fronts, blockin our humidity
[ Natti ]
We own rap
[ Deacon ]
fo sho as cognac'll twist yo dome back
our tracks? see, they be nappy
[ Natti ]
but you can't comb that
[ Deacon ]
call it el natural sound of soul
you ain't seen these darts or how fast they've flown
[ Natti ]
From, 'tween these parts and the ones 'nere known
my slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes
you hear natti, hot as caddies
with no steerin column on 'em
[ Deacon ]
with enough lines to dry all the clothes that you own
[ Natti ]
since when did the south
[ Deacon ]
get pinned in a drought
[ Natti ]
not never been clever since Bic pens been about
reaching wheva levels that'll suspend any doubt
that we as bad as yo kids when this mics to our mouth

[ Hook ]
I can hear em talkin 'bout Southern folk can't rhyme
some of y'all must out ya got damn mind
yeah, it's about that time, we got that shine
and niggaz been about them lines
Since When?
ever since A Pocket Full of Stones
Ridin Dirty in a Chevy, sittin heavy on chrome
ever since Goodie Mo had food for soul
and them dirty Red Dawgs done hit the do'
Since When?

[ Verse 2 ]
[ Natti ]
The Mason-Dixon Line, been across ya mind
like night-sticks
rain down on the game and fuck it up like white kicks
i might switch, southpaw,
[ Deacon ]
knuckle to jaw
[ Natti ]
if another broke nigga spit about spendin it all
i spit the gems that you splurge to put around ya neck
so save that to pay back all your loans and debts
[ Deacon ]
A Maybach and a plaque? is that all you get? shhhit
[ Natti ]
we struggle to juggle talent with a helluva sales pitch
[ Deacon ]
Standin on southern dirt that helped America get rich
ye' ain't gotta struggle with a shovel to dig this
cold as no power, after hours in the winter months
hot though
[ Natti ]
Crock-pot flow
[ Deacon ]
so here dinner comes
walk them sheltoes down underground railroads
[ Natti ]
Niggaz fresh outta jail clothes, spittin like hell's close
[ Deacon ]
And these words aint slurred,
maybe how you listenin's blurred
you ain't feelin sickness served??
muhfucka kiss a curb,

[ Hook ]