Cadence Weapon - Your Hair's Not Clothes! Lyrics
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Your Hair's Not Clothes!
Your Hair's Not Clothes! Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Your Hair's Not Clothes! By Cadence Weapon?
Say you spray the Nina when you're Fey like Tina
Quit the sick talking, you're Kidz Bopping, so float on Hip-hop is so on, can't miss it in the sitcoms And a big problem arises when it's me that supersizes Who's riding, who's rising, and who's writing about it? There's more than one bible if you're into sound-waves Nowadays, I'm living, oh, I mean living in the live Form of stage wide performance and no, it ain't wise To ever put a hooker on a chorus Keep your brain wet on the cut like a swordfish Street kids lived in bars, half-orphans A crew that needs five mics, what you doin', tryna source us? Well, you see how that went and I Wendt like George did To where everybody knows my name Usually not my born one, but the short sons and tall daughters Don't bother to do much more than pour bottles I got a new religion, well, don't read into it In fact, don't read, don't write, don't type Don't hype, don't prop, don't talk, don't bite Don't don't, you won't won't make it double negative Another relative, the long line of open-minded intelligence With phallic mic stands and exhausted right hands Hey, I'm just kidding, I'm Jason Kidd-ing around Like my wife beats me up, my mistress takes me down Good clean fun from the last arbiter of sound And I talk in dirty personal possessive pronouns Now sit, it used to be 'I Wanna Be Your Dog' But now it's 'Who Let The Dogs Out?' You wanna call out Big red hands, I'm nuclear fallout Stall now, die later, stick to me like fly paper Time and date, no time to date, this goes out to crime makers And shine takers, with water a la flambé In their veins It's silly how they get, bro All rappers talk about is their condition like Lenny from Memento Heart made of arson, try to play me? Don't start, son Beats on the daily like Carson Beats so they play me on Carson or do I mean Leno No, Conan, cut it out, get with the program For as long as I've lived, I'd say I've been a boss there Don't try to play me out, it's just not renaissance fair I'm a costume baller, dressed like a grown-up I'm a weather balloon that just got blown up I told the homie Jon, they ain't albums, just records We don't play chess, only play checkers He hears my songs and later wants to see the verses So I hang with The Idiot like I was Ian Curtis The boy likes your hair, but why do you wear A buckle in your tresses, please explain it to me, Jess |
Who Wrote Your Hair's Not Clothes! By Cadence Weapon?
Roland Pemberton
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