Sinister Songtext
von Cordae

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain′t rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded, nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain′t goin' nowhere, 20-year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don′t follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag a dipshit, I′m gon' give her some

Let′s reflect times, I try to collect minds from complex rhymes
And by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (shut the fuck up)
I'm a time bomb that′s waitin' to go off, nigga

Quite nuclear, amazin′ what fame could do to ya
Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Renaissance starter
My mind divine, this shit take me a lot farther
Growin' up, shit, I really had beef with my father


But why bother explainin′ my feelings? (Mhm)
Try harder but either way, they gon′ paint you the villain (yeah)
Eight months with no phone, dawg, we aimin' for brilliance
Hi-Level maintain in the buildin′, nigga, we makin' a killin′ (woo, oh)

Alright, my flow sinister
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded, nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can′t get rid of ya

A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him
Keep your mouth shut 'cause niggas got ultimatums (yeah)
Stupid situations the tongue often creates them (yeah)
The motor mouth nigga is usually causin' mayhem

Lil Tune flow sinister, I′ma finish ya
Many men gon′ need ministers, I made men of them
Enemies, I'm the enema, I′ma shit on them
Just like my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work

My thoughts, I keep confidential or it's consequential
Our philosophies unidentical, I′m not into ya
My siamese brother Benjamin, it's how I stick to him
These diamond Bs all VVS, I call ′em Vivica


Skatin' underneath a bridge, stay hustlin' as it is
Make money, feed the kids, ain′t nothin′ in the fridge
Wake up, repeat the sins, eight blunts, I needed ten
Stay muddy 'til the lid, eight hundred, eat a dick

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (yeah)
This ain′t rap music, this straight literature (mula)
Small-minded nigga, all your ideas miniature (yeah)
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain′t goin' nowhere, 20-year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of ′em
I don't follow trends, my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag a dipshit, I'm gon′ give her some

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister, yeah, yeah
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
Huh, yeah, alright, my flow sinister
Never lied in my rhymes, you can go ask Jennifer
That′s my mom's name, I create and find change
My mind frame ensured that forever I reign, motherfucker