Текст пісні CUJO - Tobe Nwigwe, Killa Kyleon

CUJO

Free your mind up, be formless\nShapeless like water (Water)\nFree your mind up, be formless\nShapeless like water (Water)\nLook, first off you should understand that the big boss dawg ain’t gotta rap\nI do it for the ones who come from crumbs and the slums with the drums,\nflippin' the packs\nMy angle\nI ain’t gon' lie, that hoe love opps too\nBut I keep a blammer when I’m with the family 'cause I’m prepared for whatever\nthe opps do\nGive props to me and Nell, hell, we figured it out\nThey independent and keep a high percentage of my distribution, word to Steve\nStout\nBoss talk (Free your mind up)\nBut on these beats I never seize to keep it lethal\nKeep a baby rapper layin' in the fetal\nFat had my baby then we had a sequel, had to double up\nGot that ultra black dad drip game\nWhere I’m from, playa, swear a drum major ain’t the only one who that can flip\n'caine, ouu\nBut these streets are feeble when it come to evil\nAnd my kinfolk was just like Optimus in his prime\nHad his mind wrapped with diesel, all gas\nNo breaks, no fake chase, I eat beats, I scrape plates\nIf you need water I’m the Great Lakes, dawg, I’m\nAlkaline with the rhymes, I design, hard to find\nAny kind, shape, form, or fashion of rapper that can match me, I’m a dragon\nAll the competition beat the system in some Nike slides and white socks\n'Cause what I’m spittin' swear the vision on ultralight beam, no cyclops\nMy block is what I keep inside me\nI was raised 'round Gs who like to ride\nAnd if they ever move piece they kept it silent, like\nPsalm, psychic, pneumonia, a pseudo, but you know I’m too cold\nThe only thing I lack is fructose\nAin’t nothing sweet about me, I’m Cujo\nFree your mind up, be formless\nShapeless like water (Water)\nFree your mind up, be formless\nShapeless like water (Water)\n(Yo, Bill, ay)\nSo good it don’t make no sense\nYou know the flow like water, I don’t need no rinse\nYou still purple rain, yeah, I feel like Prince\nI look forward to the money, I ain’t look back since\nYou know the boy drip hard to the point I’m drenchin'\nNeed a franchise tag, I don’t see no bench\nKeep a tool closeby, I don’t need no wrench\nYou fake Gs, now Gucci ain’t make 'em prints\nI’m still on a killing spree, put out a APB\nYou know I stand in my bag, I’m an\nI’m goin' up like wheelie on the ATV\nA big dog, yeah, I’m restin', but they can’t see\nA top shotter with the clicks clacks, big facts\nI move a lot of big packs, let it riff raff\nWrong move, that’ll get a dude gift-wrapped\nThe upper echelon flow, yeah, this that\nWho want smoke? I’m deliverin' a big batch\nBig rats, been scratched, yeah, the big sack\nPlay with me, that mask gettin' dispatched\nFlow nasty like soda when it get flat\nSaint Bernard, New Yorker, that’s a mismatch\nEvery ball like a flame on a lit match\nPockets lookin' like a presidential kit bag\nSeen broke, disagreed, had to fix that\nI leave the beat with a cujo bite\nI do it bad, need two more mics\nThe game over, need two more lights\nI tap twice, but at the gram I don’t do no likes\nI’m from the hood where we shoot, we don’t do no fights\nWe don’t talk to police, we don’t do no mics\nWe keep raid for a roach, we don’t do your type\nI’m in a\nwhen I threw those dice\nI’ll send 'em straight to the maker after two more strikes, yeah\nFree your mind up, be formless\nShapeless like water (Water)\nFree your mind up, be formless\nShapeless like water (Water)\nYou see the problem with you people is that is sin. You’re gallivanting around\nas if the world is twisting your toe. When all the world is asking you to do is\nsomething very simple. And that’s be like water, water.