Pause - Soulchef, Akin Yai

This beat’s some '94 shit

But I’ll ignore this urge to get nostalgic—the here and now, nigga

A String Theory, I shine like bling jewelry

These days blowin' on loud as afgooey

It get ghoulie and, truly, I’m that coolly

High, dropped out with the clout, the rap goodie

No mob—young god on his own path

In the cyber, me, MacGyver, Worlds of Warcraft

Mo' magic, mo' static while they broadcast

Drizzy Drake, Ricky fakeness is all that

Matted hairs, tatted bliss on my chest showing

The name of God struck in awe, so my God’s owing

Shame on y’all similar stripper songs, hoing

Shame on y’all similar stripper songs, knowing

We are more than some dollars and some drugs

These niggas stay playing themselves, so I pause

(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)

Don’t nobody know my name

(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)

Don’t nobody know my name

(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)

Don’t nobody know my name

(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)

Fuck your couch, nigga—fuck that brand

Fuck that house, nigga—bless that man

Everything goes in this quickening sand

Said a mirror to a sad face, «Hold on to grin» (OK)

Open-wound, peroxide—pour it on the skin (Uh huh)

Was hoping to archive—he stored all the pain (Yeah)

Surrounded by white guilt.

What’s in a name?

Ask Paula Deen, Sterling—here we go again (Damn)

Nothing new, really, so we smile at the sun

Miss —shout him out through song

Linked with Dre—now a nigga back to one

Yo, it’s 2014—now, time to have some fun

A boy returns to a place called home

To voice concern to Adolf’s clones

Hate in the air subtle with overtones

Of a bygone era when my peoples got hung (Damn)

(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)

Don’t nobody know my name

(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)

Don’t nobody know my name

(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)

Don’t nobody know my name

(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)