City Country by MaGestic Lyrics
[Verse 1]
City country mixed
Got a bit of Kentucky in me
But I come from Trotwood and other cities
Wonder plenty
I act country but I’m more of a comfy hippie
I’m a little irish tho, so I get violent while the others got a touch of disney
I’m comfortable with who I am, usually nobody will up and diss me
But nobody will hear this, so nobody will come to get me
Couple misreads, I begin to mislead
Now everybody gonna throw a fit, and I’m just gonna throw this frisbie
Quota 6 deep… oops I mean the cobra sinks teeth…
On my own again… waiting to gain my diploma
Waiting to take over
No fears or phobias
No peers here to steer my focus to a hopeless rut
Stogie and a hoagie for the actions I take, but only if I’m going up…
City country kid named Lil’ Trip, taking a little trip with Napoleon…
Life could be Dynamite
Now the question is will I survive?
I will as long I’m willing to pilot my
Choices, without the use of a joystick or some private eye…
All I’m saying is I have to help myself……… Can’t rely on someone else to write my life
[Chorus]
Jus a
Jus a city
Jus a country
Jus a city country kid who has plans to be gettin’ lucky
Jus a tough lovin’, nug crunchin, bud bustin’, City Country
Tough love i crunch nugs I bust buds, I’m a city country kid
[Verse 2]
Country Accent
Got a city vibe but a country laugh (heh)
Crummy ad libs
How am I supposed to make money rappin’
It’s like a Donald Duck to Bugs Bunny adaption
I might as well be Donald Glover
But I’m more of a Roger Rabbit
“Roger That!” Let’s be honest
Chris is on some Jeffrey Dahmer rappin’
Checkin’ off my list
While I’m trying to get on the honor list…
Unresponsive twitch,................................
Magic(Not again, Holiday turned to Hayday like I was trying to Sponsor him)
Unacceptable
Behavior Magic……
Such a spectacle
How I go from Hyde to Jekyll
On a Psycho level
The rhymes blow your mind through your eye vessels
Why rest though?
[Chorus]
City Country Kid
Just a City Country kid
Just a Hip Kentucky Prick
Gettin’ Lucky whenever I’m getting money
Gettin’ Lucky whenever the richest love me
Gettin up is dick to suck, and getting friendly with Mr. Trump
[Verse 3]
Yeahhh Oh
Oh you got
Oh you gotta love it
City Country
Country City
Something Different
Time I hit ya’ll with something different
Up and Stickin’
Never fallin’
I’m a beast, I got a weapon on and
I’m finna take the pressure off it
Words are getting heavy
I suggest you regulars don’t get involved in it
Revolver clips
My life revolves around the women
Feel as though I’m evolvin’
Wanna be like me? You should probably turn up the volume, listen
To the bars that I often deliver
Obvious winner
Cold Lyrics so the competition always shiver
Oppositions offended, I just offer visions
Wanna talk about an awkward visit?
I just saw some coffin fillers heading to a soften clinic
The game is on some stupid sound, it's sorta like a faucet drippin’
I be rhyming like an entrepreneur
Had to invent a genre because my mind is a walking computer
Running from my thoughts, swear I lost ‘em, shit's gonna alter the future
Now I'm in Austin Houston, City kid in the country, so I guess have to toss a deuce…
[Chorus]
City….. Country…..
Girls just pretend to love me
No need for audition, but she ain’t gettin’ money
City Folk, I’m a bit evolved, some percent is country…..
I suggest you come and get me Honey…
[Verse 4]
Be above the rest
I bring enough to best
Keep my gun in vests
Need to tuck the press
Don’t want to pull a West
That’s the middle
Actin’ civil on Ritalin, that’s the City Country simpleton
They call me a little prick
They said I couldn’t make it in life with benefits
Enough getting sentiment
Been feeding you sheep the pencil thin
About to carpenter this next part of the Vented Shit
I invented Lit
I got the bars ablaze like my kitchen is
Coming to clean the city up with this rap
That’s a certificate
Legitimate
A fucking promise bitch…
This Country is on the frits
Bonkers with the politics
Honored by the Frolic, we just hop about the Constitution
Treating our nation like prostitutes, and
Make the land obey the Rotten Brutes
So many people have got in feuds
And all we do is watch and tune in
We never want to stop the ruin
So here’s my next plot to cue in
My plan is simply, (small pause) to put Q in
President Quinton
Your reg (reggie) has been gifted, (because…. lower class)
The legs have been lifted
The beds have been flipped
Time to Treasure the women
Times are better, significant
Hittin’ lime, than splittin’ wives, that’s the scissor kick
Homie don’t play that, that hoe’s a ventriloquist
Puttin’ words in my mouth, I never said I’d get intimate
Yeah ya’ll been played from the beginning, Genesis
The government is doing the same with our Citizens
Our brains are diminished, we’re to delayed to witness it
Just too enslaved, Imprisonment
To afraid, Y'all are mutant apes… say goodbye to our Human Race……
[Outro]
I’m so City Country, my mom is a Gypsy.. , my dad is a thug, my grandma’s from Kentucky, same with Q Dub… man he kinda invented City-Country…. My sister says she wants to be Country, but she’s practically Scene… I think I’ve seen enough…. I think I’ve said enough…. If you don’t get what city country means by now, You weren’t listening up…..FUCK
City country mixed
Got a bit of Kentucky in me
But I come from Trotwood and other cities
Wonder plenty
I act country but I’m more of a comfy hippie
I’m a little irish tho, so I get violent while the others got a touch of disney
I’m comfortable with who I am, usually nobody will up and diss me
But nobody will hear this, so nobody will come to get me
Couple misreads, I begin to mislead
Now everybody gonna throw a fit, and I’m just gonna throw this frisbie
Quota 6 deep… oops I mean the cobra sinks teeth…
On my own again… waiting to gain my diploma
Waiting to take over
No fears or phobias
No peers here to steer my focus to a hopeless rut
Stogie and a hoagie for the actions I take, but only if I’m going up…
City country kid named Lil’ Trip, taking a little trip with Napoleon…
Life could be Dynamite
Now the question is will I survive?
I will as long I’m willing to pilot my
Choices, without the use of a joystick or some private eye…
All I’m saying is I have to help myself……… Can’t rely on someone else to write my life
[Chorus]
Jus a
Jus a city
Jus a country
Jus a city country kid who has plans to be gettin’ lucky
Jus a tough lovin’, nug crunchin, bud bustin’, City Country
Tough love i crunch nugs I bust buds, I’m a city country kid
[Verse 2]
Country Accent
Got a city vibe but a country laugh (heh)
Crummy ad libs
How am I supposed to make money rappin’
It’s like a Donald Duck to Bugs Bunny adaption
I might as well be Donald Glover
But I’m more of a Roger Rabbit
“Roger That!” Let’s be honest
Chris is on some Jeffrey Dahmer rappin’
Checkin’ off my list
While I’m trying to get on the honor list…
Unresponsive twitch,................................
Magic(Not again, Holiday turned to Hayday like I was trying to Sponsor him)
Unacceptable
Behavior Magic……
Such a spectacle
How I go from Hyde to Jekyll
On a Psycho level
The rhymes blow your mind through your eye vessels
Why rest though?
[Chorus]
City Country Kid
Just a City Country kid
Just a Hip Kentucky Prick
Gettin’ Lucky whenever I’m getting money
Gettin’ Lucky whenever the richest love me
Gettin up is dick to suck, and getting friendly with Mr. Trump
[Verse 3]
Yeahhh Oh
Oh you got
Oh you gotta love it
City Country
Country City
Something Different
Time I hit ya’ll with something different
Up and Stickin’
Never fallin’
I’m a beast, I got a weapon on and
I’m finna take the pressure off it
Words are getting heavy
I suggest you regulars don’t get involved in it
Revolver clips
My life revolves around the women
Feel as though I’m evolvin’
Wanna be like me? You should probably turn up the volume, listen
To the bars that I often deliver
Obvious winner
Cold Lyrics so the competition always shiver
Oppositions offended, I just offer visions
Wanna talk about an awkward visit?
I just saw some coffin fillers heading to a soften clinic
The game is on some stupid sound, it's sorta like a faucet drippin’
I be rhyming like an entrepreneur
Had to invent a genre because my mind is a walking computer
Running from my thoughts, swear I lost ‘em, shit's gonna alter the future
Now I'm in Austin Houston, City kid in the country, so I guess have to toss a deuce…
[Chorus]
City….. Country…..
Girls just pretend to love me
No need for audition, but she ain’t gettin’ money
City Folk, I’m a bit evolved, some percent is country…..
I suggest you come and get me Honey…
[Verse 4]
Be above the rest
I bring enough to best
Keep my gun in vests
Need to tuck the press
Don’t want to pull a West
That’s the middle
Actin’ civil on Ritalin, that’s the City Country simpleton
They call me a little prick
They said I couldn’t make it in life with benefits
Enough getting sentiment
Been feeding you sheep the pencil thin
About to carpenter this next part of the Vented Shit
I invented Lit
I got the bars ablaze like my kitchen is
Coming to clean the city up with this rap
That’s a certificate
Legitimate
A fucking promise bitch…
This Country is on the frits
Bonkers with the politics
Honored by the Frolic, we just hop about the Constitution
Treating our nation like prostitutes, and
Make the land obey the Rotten Brutes
So many people have got in feuds
And all we do is watch and tune in
We never want to stop the ruin
So here’s my next plot to cue in
My plan is simply, (small pause) to put Q in
President Quinton
Your reg (reggie) has been gifted, (because…. lower class)
The legs have been lifted
The beds have been flipped
Time to Treasure the women
Times are better, significant
Hittin’ lime, than splittin’ wives, that’s the scissor kick
Homie don’t play that, that hoe’s a ventriloquist
Puttin’ words in my mouth, I never said I’d get intimate
Yeah ya’ll been played from the beginning, Genesis
The government is doing the same with our Citizens
Our brains are diminished, we’re to delayed to witness it
Just too enslaved, Imprisonment
To afraid, Y'all are mutant apes… say goodbye to our Human Race……
[Outro]
I’m so City Country, my mom is a Gypsy.. , my dad is a thug, my grandma’s from Kentucky, same with Q Dub… man he kinda invented City-Country…. My sister says she wants to be Country, but she’s practically Scene… I think I’ve seen enough…. I think I’ve said enough…. If you don’t get what city country means by now, You weren’t listening up…..FUCK