Skiesmello (feat. Loyle Carter) - Lønelo

Explain yourself what you mean when you say half-caste Ah, listening to you with the keen half of my ear Ah, when I sleep at night, I close half a eye Consequently, I dream half a dream And when moon begin to glow, I half-caste human being Cast half a shadow Be afraid? Love more to make a visit than a poem Seek introductions, favors, influences No, thank you No, I thank you and again, I thank you Yeah, uh, small man cast a big shadow Ready and raggo, heart stay dodging from the arrow Skin of my teeth, late nights I was paro Sweet to the bone, to the marrow, the marshmallow Yeah, wonder why the waters so shallow The sun was my ally, the night was my gallows Uh, cooking up the chips in the tallow Invisibility cloak like the hallows Black like tobacco, black like the lungs that my dad Smoked away in the days that the hate stayed narrow I'm from the age where the hate seems macro We keep a little oil in the Afro, The Black Sparrow Hit the high seas, straight like sopranos The streets still hot like serrano, saran wrap Around the bad taps, so we had to grab the hose Let the cold water flow over man's nose Yeah, I'm black like the key on the piano White like the keys on the piano, low ammo Uh, black like the key on the piano White like the key on the piano Fascinated by the pyramids, masquerading as the infamous Reminisce thirteen, backflipping and ninja kicks Was emceeing but no one getting me into this Been emceeing since I found out this shit exists This shit that fills the pain as the wisdom spits Out of the ink and drip, the feels of the wings unclipped The beats I ripped 'til I got sent a batch of my own Now I let the speakers bang out your home Uh, and let the words flow out my dome As a spoken poem, let it levitate your zone I'm the homegrown preacher, the creeper, Thai, not sativa But these days I wouldn't smoke either S-O-B-E-R, I take a breather Pink lungs, yo, I got my mind looking cleaner The deep sleeper, ayo, I came back sweeter Can't lie, I'm still afraid of grim reaper Uh, put another verse into the ether I hit the corner, giving 20 pounds to Peter It's like that, key on the piano Black like the key on the piano, no ammo Ayo, I'm white like the key on the piano Black like the key on the piano, no ammo When Tchaikovsky sit down at the piano And mix a black key with the white key Is a half-caste symphony

Ay, ay Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs It's like Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs We sayin' Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs We got some old Jay Zs, couple ODBs Place 'em up in perfect order cause my OCD Well let me keep it I never speak it Keep it a secret It'd be peak if any geezer would hear it and then repeat it So we keep it Keep it out of reach of all the idiots If you need it Let's believe that you won't see it Locked up in my room Deep cocoon, like you're digging in crates Already done with your digging, so your digging is bait Keeping it straight Buzzing 'til late Sample the greats Then we move onto the groove Grabbing that sample at eight Second, luke beckons Smooth like new weapons If I do step it True repping with true brethrens Ruth, Lous getting too loose Look whose crepping all Tunes through Jimi to Zeppelin Now who reckons, you knew You're rocking with a master of this Manoeuvre blasts fast cause we're hard to resist Blitz like it was vital Recited my recital One back in the snapple The snap, the crackle of the vinyl Sweet onto repeat Chris is choppin a beat Flipping these verses like the burgers on the grill at Bodean's We keep it mean Pristine cleaner than clean Harbour these harmonies Like were speaking to Jean Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs It's like Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs We sayin' Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs We got some old Jay Zs, couple ODBs Place 'em up in perfect order cause my OCD 'Cause this the rap he brings the pad to the lab The lab is my pad, we're using every session to jam Working on my revolutionary revenue plan But currently without the green, like a recession in 'Dam So we scribble on the daily making beats for 'em [...] that your parents used to play with Quick and very painless Stumbled onto rap, always been sick my very name is Now I'm quick to leave you brainless You anus You Ignoramus Just let me say this Not the greatest - but gimme space kid, I'm set to make it So basically we're bringing it back to basics Rocking hi-hats and big kicks that are the latest trend It's a statement, but when you put this fashion aside This rap music is a passion of mine, lifeline Cause I designed the Illest rhymes Chillin', time keeps tickin' But I'm high Keep spittin' [...] Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs It's like Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs We sayin' Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs We got some old Jay Zs, couple ODBs Place 'em up in perfect order cause my OCD It's like sixteen bars in sixteen minutes I kill it Extinguish all the fire from the liars and the gimmicks Losing spirit Then diminish any vision when they clear it I hear its happening Moving like they're mannequins Dressed by other brothers Hiding under covers with mothers be panicking Rambling Gassing like they're Anakin But red and blue lies are out of sight On the mic - stop damaging Your honour and your pride I, goner from the side Never dippin' from the rhythm Flow specific when I rhyme Sometime told the [...] To any cracker jack who be slacking his mac I'm on the track and in my prime Ease your mind if you're hold it Time if you chose it Keep your spine straighter then a blind homophobic Ease your mind - if you hold it Time - if you chose it And keep your spine straight tonight ('night 'night) Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs It's like Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs We sayin' Oh Please, we ain't got no p's Because we spent all our money on some old CDs We got some old Jay Zs, couple ODBs Place 'em up in perfect order cause my OCD