Текст песни Cuban Link Jesus - Art Morera , Cloud Nine

Jams I lay here for whom it may concern
To be passed down like family heirlooms, take a turn
In possession of the antique and hear old
Stories of the man heralded as an antihero
Take it all in like shit was camera b-roll
To be broadcasted on channel zero
To old TV antennas I'm Magneto
Can't see me but it'll be static on contact when we approach
Get my point across like tattooing pokes
Get under your skin been jotting anatomy notes
They say you ain't a plug til your battery low
Name push the envelope with no academy votes
Taggin' illegal trains bumpin' Bad Meets Evil
Traveling wolf, when I rap it's believable
When you rap the fans revolt, some songs you need to leave in the vault
Keep beef at bay, foes wounds seasoned with salt

Been on the brink
Sometimes I stop myself from talkin man
You shouldn't think the way I think
Hold the paper up and try to read the faded ink
Water changed the color from black to blue to shades of pink

Headshots, think pieces
If I'm deceased these is my human being thesis
Still might delete this
Pour some for kings and queens beneath us
Kiss my cuban link Jesus
In death, everything freezes

As the water turns to ice I use up in my favorite drinks
Look the Irony, I'm mostly neat plus OCD
I'm home each week
Listen like when my homies speak
Swirl the glass around as I'm watching shows but it's no TV
A projector like it's too low for me
To hear been staying in the dark lately
It must have molded me
I squint as the sun hits
Beady eyes when we cross just like a rosary
Around my neck-of-the-woods like it's supposed to be
I'm focusing, on myself
All eyes on me and I can feel 'em in the room
As if I'm across from Oprah's seat
Just give me some type of normalcy if the days come
Forced marriage with fame like an arranged one
I've stayed young, but to some I'm an old timer
Known rhymer
All for getting cream Alzheimers at a small diner
Cloud Niner
Christian rapper, Outsider
Sentence crafter, outlier man, 305er
No camp but keep some night gear on me
New lease acquired, on life I'mma scene reviver
Any needle I weave, I'm nothing short of jean designer
Need attire
Eagle eyer, beast of a writer
When I said need attire, I wasn't speaking of wheel suppliers
But I will Supply ya if you see my name
Whenever you read a flyer
Will Supply ya if you see my name
Whenever you read a flyer
Will Supply ya if you see my name
Whenever you read a flyer

Headshots, think pieces
If I'm deceased these is my human being thesis
Still might delete this
Pour some for kings and queens beneath us
Kiss my cuban link Jesus
In death, everything freezes

Van needed a break from the hard drives, parked it
Stepped into the darkness under distant star light
What if when we depart from life we spend eternity
In the archives of our memories as they vividly flash before our eyes
For all infinity as they go and come around
We travel through time instantly
Decisions we make create a Hereafter that's hellish or heavenly
I'm thirty five now, will I live to see seventy
Can I do this all again before I'm gone with the wind
Guess it all depends on chances, technology advancements
What I'm beginning to understand is the brain transmits
And receives information depending on the bandwidth
So when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin' to myself
Sippin' on somethin' entertaining a lapse of judgment
But I could never just babble rubbish, cuz the track will lack substance
What if eating magic mushrooms, getting poison from the cap fungus
Enables us to bridge gaps amongst us
Non playable characters actin sketchy, can't trust em
First have a discussion before you get hacked with one click, that's a trick

Headshots, think pieces
If I'm deceased these is my human being thesis
Still might delete this
Pour some for kings and queens beneath us
Kiss my cuban link Jesus
In death, everything freezes