Coded Language

Intro:

If I dumb it down, would they understand

I still don’t think they would, that’s why I speak in

Code, code, code

Every time I speak, it’s like they think it’s

Code, code, code

My lips don’t lie, they just don’t speak my

Code

Verse 1:

I am not like these people, they don’t understand me it’s like I am speaking in codes

How don’t they know that they don’t even know what it is that they don’t even know

I’m more Dr. Seuss than Tupac it’s true but only God can judge me I know, I know

Truer than true, no one is you-er than you…ugly and broke

Honey I joke, homie we fucked, voting for Donald Trump watch it blow up

Mumble in rap and just watch it blow up but its only because, to sum it all up

The dumber it is than the more it get’s love, the bottom is humble but God they are dumb

I need some dopamine, I need to fuck, I need to comatose, I need some drugs

Acrylic responses to silicone feelings, I’m killing this content but still they don’t feel me

A milli in profits I still won’t be filthy of what am I guilty, oh?

Knowing what to say and when to say it so they only ever gotta play it with the real me though

They just want a language of the fake so I guess I’ll let ‘em take what they wanna take…

Really? No

Chorus:

They don’t know that they don’t know

They don’t know they don’t know

They don’t know that they don’t know

They don’t know they don’t know

They just want something to say

Fuck it man they just want something to say

No hoping and praying I’ve coded my language so fakes will just all go away…

Verse 2:

I don’t bend my standards, I flex my grammar

I don’t rep with a red hat talking MAGA or get with this trend rap talking Panda

Broads in Atlanta is not the mantra, Picking apart all this propaganda

Pocket a piece of the profit empower the bottom I brought ‘em up with this stanza

Watch my pursuit of a smarter consumer refusing this model that markets a stupid

Product to losers you’ve got me confused with somebody consumed with this popular movement

Hey, see no one says it but it’s so pathetic and not conducive

Sentiments embedded in the benjamins they only get on credit

Since then I’ve been poppin’ deuces

Yeah I’ve got something to say, I want some money and fame

Funny thing is if I copy paste or maybe copied Drake

Or recycled a rhyme from like ninety-eight

About rolling blunts they’d give us a plate

So we could eat some lunch with these fucking fakes…

Pump the base and just numb the pain while I stunt away all this dumb and plain

Chorus

Bridge:

(They don’t know that they don’t know…)

(Oh what’s the problem)

(Code Code Code Code Code, I speak in Code)

Oh what’s the problem with lowest and common

They say that the culture is gone and they lost it, nonsense…

They threw it away and complain about vultures assaulting their conscience

Fully aware I’m both humble and pompous

Don’t really care I should move to the tropics

Offshore my stack cause the syntax is wack

Fuck alternative facts while we all turn up on this and go…

Chorus