CUCKOO
Again the effortless genius of big Jake G. As he does, Jake just had this super dirty loop lying around his organised chaos of a computer and had all but forgotten about it. Lucky I found it and saved it from the inevitable fate of being deleted/ corrupted/ infected by viruses courtesy of that Nigerian prince WHO STILL OWES ME US $600,000.
I wrote the whole track in one short sitting that day. I find the songs that just flow off the pen are often my favourite as they capture the feeling of the music when you first heard it in a pure, not- overthought way.
Soup revamped the drums and gave it that sweet drunken swing, and made it dense with vocal effects. Check it out on headphones to get the full experience!
lyrics
VERSE 1
I'm a weapon on the micro, right at home when the lights dim like psycho, off is how i might go, jamming up the river then i punch a little sliver make a high pressure tight flow
And my mind is a rifle, rifling through particles of past present participles to piece together parts and parcels of an arsenal,
And whether centre-stage or soccer pitch, play if for the crowd in this everyday apocalypse,
Never played and lost at this, brain state positive, like my hair follicle test for fresh poppy seeds,
Flow doper than opiates and if you can't cope at least spare me your bollocks please,
Cause people bitching like they're on their knees, really just whinging about their high end mortgage fees
Like its a sort of disease and I'm the cure for all them for real you need to just chill man smoke this and call me in the morning, and when I'm king you're first against the wall and I'll tax all of you for conforming bitches
HOOK
Boy you only love a drink in a drought
Only love the sun when the lights go out
Only convinced when I ignite some doubt
and you're only pacifist when the fight broke out
VERSE 2
and I'm a weapon on the micro blood in the water no type-o psycho
sinking all the life boats, tsunami of geiko
Waiting there to surf on a high pressure tight flow
We're in the same boat I know but the riches ten crew have taken all the light globes plus the nice clothes so the rest of us are left in the dark arctic time zones, I'm done with these mind clones, Force telekinesis as I question their beliefs with a kick i the teeth and watch as they fell into pieces and smoke a sweet bit of greenness
I got the element of genius from the belly of the beast and you unfortunately faced me like elephantiasis. Here's a warning- don't stress for real, please chill, smoke this and call me in the morning
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