New Whirl Odor Lyrics - C

[verse 1] 

Check that soul in 

Tape is rollin 

Black dont crack 

Where the party at? 

Stax, jumpback 

Wax them tracks 

Barkays cut it live 

Like 45s 

Strong songs survive 

On records 

95 beats per second 

Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it 

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You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul 

20 times better than gold, stax, 

Keep it here 

Cuttin them tracks, relax 

Pop them fingers, play it barkays 

Jumpback baby 

Soul gotcha crazy 

Cold feet thanks 

For the groove 

And them bomb beats 

To make me move 

Color of dead 

Looks like the future is history 

Why you dissin me 

Aint no mystery 

On the outside peekin in 

End of your freeride 

No way you can win 

Beginnin of the end 

Of your liberal friends who pretend 

Everythings changed 

While nuthins changed much 

Uhh this is chuck 

Stays to the left of this 

And to the right of that 

Just black where my mind be at 

Shit wheres the rest of my cats? 

High trees catch a lotta wind my friend 

My shits in a bind 

Fine line between aware and blind 

Dont mind 

Some of them aint got a mind 

Mind over matter 

They dont mind 

And we dont matter 

[verse 2] 

I flock to refugees 

Who flock to me 

The roots the coup 

And kick aside the genocide and the juice 

Comedians actors nuclear reactors 

Players and ballplayers 

Singers dancers and rhyme sayers 

Why do us like you do 

Ska doo 

Fuck da residue 

Frustrated 5 on 2s 

No breaks for madd crews 

Nowwho the fuck is you 

Sick a you 

Community hoesis 

Who posin as moses 

In street clothist 

Who be the closest who blows it 

Every ryme be for the future of mankind 

Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds 

Ruin health 

Wit no knowledge of self 

Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks 

Who done 400 years in this abyss? 

And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor 

So i piss 

[verse 3] 

Some things in the air 

When the smoke clears 

Will it only be white folks and black jokes 

How many be gone 

If they bomb barbershops and hair salons 

Time to dot com 

Before they rub out clubs 

Where you get your drink on 

Mother father sister bro 

Love is the message 

But war be the front page 

In this mess-age 

Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred 

Macked by the same tactics 

Wit us in a tundra 

Goin under 

Avoidin cries from sodimized 

Society 

Scary getting screwed without a dictionary