Top Songs By Darius Mullin
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
CliffJksn
Rap
Pacaso Ramirez
Rap
Zach Menshouse
Rap
Darius Nathaniel Mullin
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Zach Menshouse
Songwriter:in
Darius Nathaniel Mullin
Songwriter:in
Anthony Ramirez
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Newselph
Produzent:in
Michael Smith
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
The goal is that they can't tell if it's cutting edge or throwback
A flashback cold snap, back to the boom bap
All this is just vanity but I'm cashing this clay
Call me Captain America: I can do this all day
Rappers out here grinding that probably could be A list
But instead of originality they're obsessed with playlist placements
Selling souls to make music that doesn't even sell well
DSPs created each artist's personal hell, well...
Never mind all that
Can't do this alone like Mario Kart: Double Dash!!
CHH ain't dead, just look how it thrives
Shout out to Uprok—this is Underground Rise
This is Small Business Saturday, support your local hip-hop
Take this drop and stick it in your ear or your laptop
Carlsbad Caverns with that underground view
That's why I had to grab some friends and give you round two
Here to give you round deuce; woke up with the juice
Money real tight; habits real loose
Looking for the cash flow, found a little truth
Call a lot of shots but we never called a truce
Lightning like Zeus; always in cahoots
With a couple other masterminds, a couple other troops
Lacing up our boots; looking for the loot
On the road to riches had to choose another route
Money trees, green leaves, I been watering my roots
In the den with the thieves; no sleep 'cause what's the use
It's too much to produce; to not be on your grind
All the time is abuse, you miss what you never shoot
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a brother in a coupe
Don't explain, don't complain, just hussle and execute
It's way too much to gain for us not to see it through
It's game on top of game on top of game for round two
I've been under, guerilla warfare gunner,
Worship is my weapon, call me now the little drummer,
Boy, what a wonder, slide through like butter,
I speak my mind, catch my drift, did I, did I stutter.
I came to bring the rain, you about to catch this thunder,
Twenty billion rappers, but not all are doing numbers.
Something's gotta give, no pearls for the pigs,
This is grown man rap, not meant for raising kids.
In a creative biz, forgive me if I sound definitive,
Trying to walk my walk like I'm following Leviticus.
The problem is the interest is lacking inhibitions,
But water's known to evaporate like steam in photosynthesis.
Class in session, and I ain't even bring a syllabus,
Nomad with backpack, disciple on a pilgrimage.
Was lost at sea, but don't treat me like I'm Gilligan.
It's often time to kill again, to die, so we can build again.
Visionary Tributary, never been the main stream
They say we kept a day job to supplement our day dreams
But y'all can spot the love for the game like a leopard heart
Ya'll can keep that gas, I'ma pass, like electric cars
Long before CHH had stars, we was wrecking bars
We was reppin hard, writing rhymes where the weapons are
Words heavy, broke levies of the reservoir
From the era where every parrot can't be a star
That a biter, ain't never needed a writer
If I wasn't rapping, we standing and handing flyers
Yeah, we treat the rhythm like David handle Goliath
And kill it for the King when nobody else would try it
Written by: Anthony Ramirez, Darius Nathaniel Mullin, Zach Menshouse