For The Record - Kooley High, Skyzoo

Ok, let it be known

They want none as far as letters is blown

Under handle with the grammar, tell them catching a row

Wanna tamper with the scramble, I sever the load

My MO is bigger watches and heavier stones

Said it’s fly guy etiquette, you know it probably

Scroll through my followers, Hublot follows me

I’m posted in the bottom of the drums where it’s written at

It’s like I’m lining up the dumbs when it’s kicking back

Catch homies on a hum where the kick is at

Right there, now signal the light stare

I been in the right chair, my literals quite clear

I’m literally a Jordan 4 with a Nike Air

The Cochise of my Kooley High

Been on that forever just as long as you’re true to buy

Tell them I’m true to mine

Muthafuckers couldn’t salute a rhyme

And not recognize our borderlines

Let it be known

It ain’t no faking over here, uh huh

I said it ain’t no faking over here

So we keep making what you want, uh huh

And keep that freshness pumping in your ear

It ain’t no faking over here, uh huh

I said it ain’t no fronting over here

So we keep making what you want, uh huh

And keep that freshness pumping in your ear

I’m energized to

And improvise anytime they want to enter lies

I analyse their inner minds, just them mine

And send a rhyme concealing a certain

Feeling fine, two axes, in align

Sitting with a friend of mine riffin' about the different crime

Perpetrated by impersonating certified

Real rappers when you’re really just a certain kind

Of false, fabricated, phony ass, fake fuck

Fronting like a transformer forming as a Ford truck

Put four bucks of fuel in the tour bus

To rule it for two months and come back for a tune up

Two trucks, 50−50 grind, got a shifty mind

One half New York, other half Caroline

Ten years in this, spitting since the pair of 9s

Making it apparent now apparently I’m very nice

My habit is grabbing all the tracks, it’s a package I’m unwrapping

You act like Fred and Ben, savages

The flow is immaculate, you got the odour of a catheter

You pull it out your ass and scratch and sniff, eww

Fuck, whatever’s coming after this

If we continue, y’all gonna have to quit

Why you mad at them?

I’m feeling excellent

Like Bill and Ted, spend most my time travelling

You can’t calculate the math of this

But yours easy, it’s just average

The captain of the Mavericks is going down for sheez

Does it happen on a chair lift?

No, it skis

We flow with ease, you trash like Tramp and them

You young chap stick to the script like ashy lips

What we hear kind of queer like fashion tips

So we trying to raise it up, I need a blacker fist

It ain’t no faking over here, uh huh

I said it ain’t no faking over here

So we keep making what you want, uh huh

And keep that freshness pumping in your ear

It ain’t no faking over here, uh huh

I said it ain’t no fronting over here

So we keep making what you want, uh huh

And keep that freshness pumping in your ear