’94 Coogi

By Lord Sko

On MUSEUM

Released on July 22, 2022

Thumbnail

[Verse 1: Lord Sko]

Recently hard to reach me 'cos I really be on DND

So why I got 'em blowing up my phone just like some TNT

Through darker visions, I'm rocking them shades like Eazy-E

Some LSD so I'm not seeing what it seem to be

But colors follow me it's fuck police, we flee the scene

A couple stuck behind 'em bars, I wonder when they free the team

I'll beat my sneakers so my feet ain't never squeaky clean

Ain't blue and broke, my conversation's steady speaking green

Uh, and these clowns can never stress me out

You saw me at the party told you, shorty, let's be out

Fucking punk bitch pussy, you a drumstick

Try me with that dumb shit, in one lick you done quick

Punch fist like I'm young Pit

Bluntin' hits while your chick suck on me unzipped, not dipped

Every game played is a must win, done since

Suffer consequences enough did

I'm just the newest result of this flawed equation

I lost my patience long ago, along the way I'm faded

These observations all I know, the longer road I'll take it

Been trying to get up stronger though a lot of bones is breaking

X-ray where I see through it, never believe foolish shit

They talking 'bout often, doubt 'em but we prove it

I'm in the mix like EQ and I dream lucid

Y'all make threats but they empty, begging them "please do it"

I keep moving regardless of these losers

I just copped a zip at six and by seven we steam through it

A tense, serious business don't be stupid

Punch you, fill your eardrum up with blood like some sweet music


[Verse 2: Wiseboy Jeremy]

Yeah, wish I could have a long talk with my shorter shelf

Wrap the present up in the past and see how the future helps

My homie keep it tucked in the gut by the Gucci belt

I think it's fair to give a farewell to motherfuckers who thought that they knew me well

It's heartfelt, I used to be so, God willing up until the day that God fell

Got my thoughts chilling, seeing no light in the locked cell

Nothing seemed real except epiphanies and how I fell

But I still scream with the knowledge they can't hear

Young and black, man and my people, yeah

We never had a chance here, land of the free

And I can't even believe that they attempt to bring us together Done damage to me, you choked by the chains of religion and you can't even breathe

My hand is no different but look at what they handed to me

If you cut me, I bleed all over this country's white tee

So now you try to tell me what the motherfucking stripes mean

Yeah, my motherfucking stripes, mean


[Verse 3: Swank Wit Da Dank]

Thinking of the impossible trying to make it a option

Mind bracing for money, sprinting to the deposit

Working on better outcomes, thinking straight out of pop up

He reaching wrong and I pop 'em, Sko tell me get 'em, I got 'em

Politicking won't talk my way out of problems

College girls with drug money sparking my arousal

Shoot this J like I'm Crowder, spitting fire like Spyro

Steady rising my stock while these other rappers just buy low

I'm the kid that make a girl sing a high note

And bend the body in like a trifold, why try though?

Step to me and your destined to get your mind blown

Never seen a rival, she suck it with her eyes closed

Pardon the slaughter, I'm busting them down like martyr

The Gucci, the Fendi, the Prada was never the promise

All we seeing is the work that we put in regardless

Your whole image harmless, we smoke all the ganja