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Danny Brown

Savage Nomad

 

Savage Nomad

(album: uknowhatimsayin¿ - 2019)


Fuck school, stole the scales outta chemistry class
And made it all come back like memory lapse
I'm in that matte-black 'Lac
Strap under the floor mat
A weatherman it be, I predict the forecast
Shower any beat with the dirtiest vocab
This was the 70s, I'd be a Savage Nomad
Shirtless, wearing a vest, staying warm by burning trash
Give a toe-tag to a broke-ass
To tote fast or slow pass
Who ya think you're dealing with?
My résumé could kill a bitch
Dealt with so much pain that I don't even know what feeling is
Block of boarded houses, in-between 'em lie the killing fields
Been through so many raids, we treat that shit like it's a fire drill
Mayday, mayday, sound the alarm
No ice on my neck, but she love me for my charm
Might sniff on the weekend and sip on some XO
Back up in the bitch like I just fucked my ex hoe
My vocal take a green beret
Kill the verse, reboot the K
Service when I word it, sweet enough to leave a tooth decay
Over your charades, I gave my all like energy
Heard your music, feel sorry for anybody that plays
Or sways or even says that they like the shit
Nigga, I'm far a hoe, but life's a bitch
And if any other nigga got a problem with me
I'll pull up on your playground at a quarter to three
Muhfucker

Now who you think you're dealing with?
The flow Chinese arithmetic
Tripping if they get real nasty like black liquorice
Always on some different shit
Your whole style is impotent
I ignore a whore like a email from LinkedIn
I put you further in that hole that you're sinking in
Mixing Red Bull, listening to Minnie Riperton
It's quite simple, I'm mental all over instrumental
Detrimental to hit, lyrics is quintessential
Fuck around and, ay, ay, make the, make money
I whip they head, they gotta wrap it up like newborn's head
(I whip ya head, boy)
No, can't be continued
Doc attending to you
Take 'em down, making ya cold when I give it to ya
Every day same shit, different porta-potty
Fuck the game up, you niggas buzzing like a tyke
Bunch of Danny copies, but they trash is sloppy
Mistake that for the real and you deserve a highway robbery

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