Downloaded Read by Curbside Jones Lyrics
[Intro: Curbside Jones & Pliny Science]
It's like Pliny Science what it is one time? What it is one time?
Yo Pliny can I kick it? I said Pliny can I kick it? Yes you can!
Woo Hah! Got them all in check!
[Verse 1: Curbside Jones]
Too many fake apostles wanna be colossal
Spray the gospel on a wrecking ball and wreck your hostel
If the shoe fits buy some socks and a matching outfit
Just check the blueprints, my whole outfit you can't outwit
Forget being Austin's greatest, yo you ain't heard my latest?
I'm slanging rocks at your nose with the power of David
Sold albums in Tokyo, doing foreign exchanges
So stay in your lane with that rental you copped from Avis
What's crabs in a barrel to a chef? Top notch cuisine
Just want the brother Yasiin to say
My rhyme schemes obscene
Invade your feed with selfies
That got Moses in the background
I'm godlike, smell what I'm cooking? I lay the smackdown
It's evident my mind resides in nomadic settlements
Catch up, put that lead up and stack cents like embezzlement
This ain't a verse it's a stock tip boy
So get your hands out my pockets boy
[Verse 2: Pliny Science]
One for the worthless, two for the purpose
While countless kings slain saying why haven't they heard us?
Claims of royalty in common speak persuade the verdict but
The silent take the night
So dim the lights and close the curtains
I can tell you why you're nervous
My presence built your burdens
How's the territory worthy of a crumbled crown been working
Hmmm not bad from your perspective
Until you realize there's misdirection in the method
And by the time it sets in it's too late
Hip hop nowadays seems to need redefinition
So if it's true the Golden Era is gone
Curb can look up to Mos
I'll channel Talib and
Change our name to Brown & Black Star
(Hey yo Hi-Tek)
The lowlife with lofi records thriving with no lives left
So before you think you can stomp out the fire
Just know I'll take a chance to crumble your empire I'm gone
[Outro: Curbside Jones & Pliny Science]
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let us do our thang thang thang
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let us do our thang thang thang
It's a stick up stick up hands to the ceiling
One two one two return of the villain
If you're with us with us wave one for the realest
Step up step us if you don't feel us
It's like Pliny Science what it is one time? What it is one time?
Yo Pliny can I kick it? I said Pliny can I kick it? Yes you can!
Woo Hah! Got them all in check!
[Verse 1: Curbside Jones]
Too many fake apostles wanna be colossal
Spray the gospel on a wrecking ball and wreck your hostel
If the shoe fits buy some socks and a matching outfit
Just check the blueprints, my whole outfit you can't outwit
Forget being Austin's greatest, yo you ain't heard my latest?
I'm slanging rocks at your nose with the power of David
Sold albums in Tokyo, doing foreign exchanges
So stay in your lane with that rental you copped from Avis
What's crabs in a barrel to a chef? Top notch cuisine
Just want the brother Yasiin to say
My rhyme schemes obscene
Invade your feed with selfies
That got Moses in the background
I'm godlike, smell what I'm cooking? I lay the smackdown
It's evident my mind resides in nomadic settlements
Catch up, put that lead up and stack cents like embezzlement
This ain't a verse it's a stock tip boy
So get your hands out my pockets boy
[Verse 2: Pliny Science]
One for the worthless, two for the purpose
While countless kings slain saying why haven't they heard us?
Claims of royalty in common speak persuade the verdict but
The silent take the night
So dim the lights and close the curtains
I can tell you why you're nervous
My presence built your burdens
How's the territory worthy of a crumbled crown been working
Hmmm not bad from your perspective
Until you realize there's misdirection in the method
And by the time it sets in it's too late
Hip hop nowadays seems to need redefinition
So if it's true the Golden Era is gone
Curb can look up to Mos
I'll channel Talib and
Change our name to Brown & Black Star
(Hey yo Hi-Tek)
The lowlife with lofi records thriving with no lives left
So before you think you can stomp out the fire
Just know I'll take a chance to crumble your empire I'm gone
[Outro: Curbside Jones & Pliny Science]
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let us do our thang thang thang
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let us do our thang thang thang
It's a stick up stick up hands to the ceiling
One two one two return of the villain
If you're with us with us wave one for the realest
Step up step us if you don't feel us