Unknown Species

[Intro: Samples]

I'm gonna take you upstairs for a ride

Yeah

One two, one two

Yeah

Like this

We have now the data

That makes sense of what previously has been

Very mysterious and unexplained and

[Verse: Kurious]

Hangin' like a chandelier

Could kick it all to the curb like a can of beer

Start fresh if this is an art test

And this is the path shown I’m bangin' a hard left

Foulness see you later God bless

Supposed to make you stronger if it’s not death

Cup's beyond half full there’s a lot left

No use in crying and complaining with that hot breath

Sounding like some bitchеs

Kill it all with mics, lights and sounds switches

Simple, if they thought hе was done they found riches

Other dude’s remains are down in ground ditches

Room for resurrection, fuel for better sessions

Pros kickin' flows for beats and sound selection

Choice is yours, if you voice your causes

Stand firm and drop jewels like oyster balls

Bottom of the sea, home of our secrets

Unknown species, rock can y’all peep it

Soon to get exposed to a style, and y’all keep it

Tape get you higher than dust, and y’all leak it

Coma

Crazy Eddie

Images spin in your head like Rock Steady

Maybe was hater who said you’re not ready

Rather be the dude getting money who got jetty

Lonely at the top but it’s crowded down here

Some escape pain with loud and down beer

Others on stage jump around and sound clear

Ninjas jump around in drag and clown gear

Where down there

Us down here

Free as a bird, live life, don’t care

Except when you’re out in the hood, don’t stare

Everybody going thru it, homie ain’t all there

Cop and go, rock n' roll

On this trip it never ends a lot to go

Ill hallucinations of a pot of gold

If it disappears the lesson here is not to fold

Even if you’re young be grateful, that you got this old

Rather go from cold to hot then hot to cold

Oh shit get off the pot, I got to go

At war with suckers, man, lock and load

Such a strange universe ain’t that right boy

So Rican, they still like check out that white boy

Play that funky music, Constipated Monkey music

Hit you with the funky new shit

We don’t hide anything we sharing the blueprint

Love that you’re yourself with the style that you move with

Stay close to your people who make moves when the moon is lit

Not the other ones will talk tough don’t do shit

Funky either way heads bop when the groove hit

Some are brainwash Internet or the news clip

Radio sucks like a bitch with two dicks

You suck two tits, don’t give two shits

[Outro: Samples]

We praise and value our technology

I've got nothing against technology

But there's a hint of arrogance

Once-once you start introducing this-this

New view of history that there might be an earlier civilization

Fascinated by this concept that civilization

That we are a species

That has amnesia

And that we all just forgot what our past was

Why're you mumblin'?

Do you like mumble rap?

Hell yeah, that's my shit