Cocoa ’88

By RATKING

On So It Goes

Released on April 8, 2014

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[Intro: DJ Dog Dick]

Yo, yo, yo

St. Louis, Missouri

Baltimore, Maryland

New York City

Fort Rockaway, Fort Rockaway huh


[Verse 1: DJ Dog Dick]

When I look in the sky

I see a hex like someone held a Baphomet high

And I ask myself, "who is that guy?"

Or is it just I?

Drawing with my eyes

There's been times I'm surprised I survived

And I wonder if its an angel that blessed this

Or what devil distresses with a messes mixed message in my head stuck forever so blessed

Ooh wee, ooh wee

The lights's playing tricks on me

Faces and shadows displayed

Drawn on every which way

Make that light go away, so no contrast for shadows to play

There's no contrast for shadows to play

[Hook: Hak & Wiki]

Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say

Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway

Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say

Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway

Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain

Days work for days pay, willing to listen I kick it for days

Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain

Days work for days pay, willing to listen I kick it for days


[Verse 2: Wiki]

Immaculate exam

Winner gets ill, look as bad as a patient

In the hospital bed, hospital, hospital bed about to be vacant

Not cause hes healed and better

It's real he's deaded, I said, "It's sad ain't it"?

My bad, I'm so good, fucka so good so good you had to hate it

Some had to lump it

Had to shrug it up to the point had to bump it

No man ever mastered nothin'

That mentality's disaster comin'

6 bars and you braggin', done it

You a casualty, had it comin'

Loot and had to be poot

Move over, I decide to come over and blast the subject

You old and catching up, you wack as fuck that (you wack)

Twitting instead of a fishing and catching nothing

Whether it's rhymes or whatever you find

Whether I'm wetting the rain or sweating the shine

The weather is fine, for peddling dimes


[Verse 3: Hak]

Oodles of charm, kudos to mom (love you mom)

Lullabies on my arms, platinum plaques in my palms

Copper and calm rising riding the bar

Dropped out sing songs

Wanted on two counts marijuan

Out of many there's one, fell out of grace

Proved that it's fun

First thing your neck, tool to my tongue

Teen years are twisted a ton

Why am I thinking I'm dirt and I'm dumb

Why am I proving to you that I won

Tuning my ships, humble and young

Severed the knot, started at sun

Root in my mind, let me run

Like father, like son

City decides pay you pun

Paddling sin for the spray with a gun

Thought you'd forget me would have never spared

Looters on Lenox, laying with bums

Looters on Lenox, laying with bums

[Hook: Hak & Wiki]

Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say

Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway

Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say

Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway

Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain

Days work for days pay, willing to listen I kick it for days

Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain

Days work for days pay, willing to listen I kick it for days


[Outro]