ODD COBBLER Lyrics

We're back in it, we're back in it

We're back here, we're back here

Yo, I need you to put my headphones all the way up

All the way up, I don't even want to hear the room right now

Yeah, we're about to do this shit

This is practice

Yeah

Look

Take the boards back out the storage, kids

Game ain't dead yet, nah, just need some more assist

Clear the league, make them home run

Dust below the kicks

Foreclose those who low on mortgages, man

Whack rappers with their bowls of porridges

Living rent free off repeated melodies and choruses

Look

One suspect bar, and it's a smack right below the wrist

Before they all stormed, would never let it go or live

Now they all soft serve ice cream cones and shit

I tell them off, they all freeze

Nobody's really cold as this

Yeah

Ma, you got truth in your walk

Give me them toes to lick

I could be a freak too

Come, come get a load of this

Fully loaded banana clip with zero hoes to split

I hope nobody notices

Oh, please, baby, don't resist

I got a crew nobody knows exists

Because we all move, so god damn

Silent like all the O's you get

Bitch, I never hope

I hold my piss to let the world permit

If hip hop is back like crack, I'm below the nose of it

And if I drown like Moses, split the ocean just to hold the clique

That ain't covid, baby

The flow is sick

The flow is sick baby, really get yourself checked out

Yo, let me get on my shit

Hold on, hold on

Pour the caviar up in the Cadillac

The cat is calling me

I scat when we be jazzing on the mat and jizzing on her back

Excuse me, shouldn't shoot my business out like that

I'm not content until my content is continental

I wouldn't flaunt all my moves, man

that's confidential

You need to walk different shoes before you converse with confidence

Whereabouts where the office is

Block was hot with officers

When me and don were prospering

Around the corner was a spot for them

Ditch the alley, move the corner

Cops got bothered then

That's not our problem man

Hustle never stops from three to four to six to five

We was on the phone pushing orders just to free our minds

That's the motive, keep it cordial, then I'll reap the time

I seek divine

And if I haven't reached my peak, this at least a sign

A genesis of a new design

The Michelangelo of modern rhyme

It's all aligned