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nobigdyl.

july 4, 2014

 

july 4, 2014

(album: summer camp sessions - 2015)


Yeah indie tribe. dyly
Yeah this how we do it in the 90's
Uh

[nobigdyl.:]
Do you believe in magic, pull a rabbit out my hat
In fact do it 3 times, that's an average of a hat trick
Inspired by the hood like a back flip on a mattress
But I grew up in a trailer then a tractor, not a mansion
Never write my lyrics boy I'm rapping off of canvas
Andy Warhol of this rapping I imagine
Like the warthog in the animated lion
I be livin like no herpes or at least I'm really trying it
Really I be lying if I said I didn't buy it
Migos, and Selena, Justin Bieber, Lucas Bryan
My crew is always shining like a diamond or Orion
Not because we any good but because we suicided
Gave up all our rights and then we follow holy light and
Love held us close like my momma tuck me tight in
Holy Spirit testified and show my soul who Christ is
And throw me tons of grace and then I caught it like a tight end
Yeah uh somebody bring the tribe in
But we never chiefing, no peyote, never piping
Unless it's Johnny Piper in a cypher with MacGyver
That's just a little describer of my type of rhymer
Still not afraid to end the challenge in defeat
Still got to bust a new balance on my feet
Sam's chuck a hat and I'm styli'n on the beat
Hit the nae-nae on some produce so I'm whyling on the beats uh
What happens when you're 30, 000 feet
It's 12: 47 and you headed to the East
A semi-frozen frosty is all you had to eat
You ain't sitting with your family cause your daddy switched you seats
True story. Aye what if Mory was discreet?
And didn't tell your secrets and respect your privacy?
Maybe you are not the father wouldn't cause so much glee
And uh... Jerry Springer's ratings would be better
I mean it's too late for me to say anything clever
I should stop but I won't. Blue tank top with the flower's pretty dope
Sweat shorts, Jamaica. Jacobson around my throat
Nappy here is stunting and my ears fill with gold, cold
It's tribe indie all bold, we couldn't care less how many records sold
All about the art and the love and the soul
You shoulda known, yeah
You shoulda known, yeah
You shoulda known, yeah
Summer camp sessions

[Ryan Kenney:]
I've had just about enough of cold diamonds in the rough
Cause my backbone is paper thin
Get me outta this cavern or I'll cave in
If bombs go off the sun will still be shining
Cause I've heard it said "every mushroom cloud has it's silver lining"
I've heard it said "every mushroom cloud has it's silver lining"

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