Cuban Link Jesus ft. Cloud Nine Lyrics

Jams I lay here for whom it may concern

To be passed down like family heirlooms, take a turn

In possession of the antique and hear old

Stories of the man heralded as an antihero

Take it all in like shit was camera b-roll

To be broadcasted on channel zero

To old TV antennas I'm Magneto

Can't see me but it'll be static on contact when we approach

Get my point across like tattooing pokes

Get under your skin been jotting anatomy notes

They say you ain't a plug til your battery low

Name push the envelope with no academy votes

Taggin' illegal trains bumpin' Bad Meets Evil

Traveling wolf, when I rap it's believable

When you rap the fans revolt, some songs you need to leave in the vault

Keep beef at bay, foes wounds seasoned with salt

Been on the brink

Sometimes I stop myself from talkin man

You shouldn't think the way I think

Hold the paper up and try to read the faded ink

Water changed the color from black to blue to shades of pink

Headshots, think pieces

If I'm deceased these is my human being thesis

Still might delete this

Pour some for kings and queens beneath us

Kiss my cuban link Jesus

In death, everything freezes

As the water turns to ice I use up in my favorite drinks

Look the Irony, I'm mostly neat plus OCD

I'm home each week

Listen like when my homies speak

Swirl the glass around as I'm watching shows but it's no TV

A projector like it's too low for me

To hear been staying in the dark lately

It must have molded me

I squint as the sun hits

Beady eyes when we cross just like a rosary

Around my neck-of-the-woods like it's supposed to be

I'm focusing, on myself

All eyes on me and I can feel 'em in the room

As if I'm across from Oprah's seat

Just give me some type of normalcy if the days come

Forced marriage with fame like an arranged one

I've stayed young, but to some I'm an old timer

Known rhymer

All for getting cream Alzheimers at a small diner

Cloud Niner

Christian rapper, Outsider

Sentence crafter, outlier man, 305er

No camp but keep some night gear on me

New lease acquired, on life I'mma scene reviver

Any needle I weave, I'm nothing short of jean designer

Need attire

Eagle eyer, beast of a writer

When I said need attire, I wasn't speaking of wheel suppliers

But I will Supply ya if you see my name

Whenever you read a flyer

Will Supply ya if you see my name

Whenever you read a flyer

Will Supply ya if you see my name

Whenever you read a flyer

Headshots, think pieces

If I'm deceased these is my human being thesis

Still might delete this

Pour some for kings and queens beneath us

Kiss my cuban link Jesus

In death, everything freezes

Van needed a break from the hard drives, parked it

Stepped into the darkness under distant star light

What if when we depart from life we spend eternity

In the archives of our memories as they vividly flash before our eyes

For all infinity as they go and come around

We travel through time instantly

Decisions we make create a Hereafter that's hellish or heavenly

I'm thirty five now, will I live to see seventy

Can I do this all again before I'm gone with the wind

Guess it all depends on chances, technology advancements

What I'm beginning to understand is the brain transmits

And receives information depending on the bandwidth

So when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in

And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin' to myself

Sippin' on somethin' entertaining a lapse of judgment

But I could never just babble rubbish, cuz the track will lack substance

What if eating magic mushrooms, getting poison from the cap fungus

Enables us to bridge gaps amongst us

Non playable characters actin sketchy, can't trust em

First have a discussion before you get hacked with one click, that's a trick

Headshots, think pieces

If I'm deceased these is my human being thesis

Still might delete this

Pour some for kings and queens beneath us

Kiss my cuban link Jesus

In death, everything freezes