Street Hymns - Thinking Caps lyrics

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Street Hymns - Thinking Caps lyrics

[Street Hymns] [Verse: 1} Put on yo thinkin' caps I'm the type make you bring it back I'm the type to think in caps Using big words When it come to bars if you surely use your temple you can see why I ain't get to buzzin They ain't getting' nuthin. Shirley Temple tappin' to my mind you should get a compa** North, South, East, Mitchell West. Both parents put the pen to somethin' So it's in my jeans that got handed down, if I brain storm I could get to floodin' If I'm huntin' (blat blat bang) call me century cause I keep it gunnin' If discussin' (tic toc bang) call me century, I keep it 100 In battlin' I could face cards with the greats but ya'll still think I'm bluffin' They ain't fond of me, but I'm still something' like a G.O.A.T. you can call me Mr. Tumas Slow & Steady I ain't with the rushin' Take my time cause I'm livin it vigilant I have unlimited pills off of limitless dealin, mixin for a deal and it's diligent They say I'm only a lyricist that cannot k** a hit Game full of puppets. Their limited Keep on talkin' out the side of ya mouth, dummy I put the trill in ventriloquist I listen to Alliyah when it rains I'm missing you R-I-P ta Robert Davis, I'm missing screwed Like my brain, I'm insane, studio is the institute Put in crazy work. Wear a stray jacket like a business suit C. Burris [Verse: 2] Ki'Shon Furlow [Verse: 3] Put on yo thinkin' caps I'm the type make you bring it back That's a type writer Find a diamond at the end of every line I'm a kite flyer Pals hatin' spot em' like a dalmatian I be wit my dogs like I fight fires It's a trip bruh, cause all these cats, got me mixed up Something like ligers I am quite tired, to these [?] squires Ringing over heads like a court jester Make em' gravel, cause I'm from a city. Where they bangin hammers That's a court gesture Polish flows yeah, anybody going hardwood That's the court texture Message that I'm sendin', got they heads spinnin' Yeah homie I'm a vortexer Rollin' like [?] I'm been knowin' [?] Blowin' like a fan, I been knowin' breeze I [?] My shining necklace Either way you check it, I been knowing bling Ride up and blast and don't have to premedidate Fly to the ma**es I raptured these featherweights Shon wit the bars like I'm rappin' at heavens gates I rep my city I have to be delicate The deli was open, I chop up the beef and get ready to serve a hater I'm Delevadova, one look at me ballin', know I'm from the dirty playa And me I been rappin' since cashmere had em' doin' the perculator It's music for the free, that don't mean you don't have to return the favor