Coupé Décalé - Gabe 'Nandez, E L U C I D

Who built the pyramids?

Niggas in Africa niggas in Paris my nigga you know who the lyricist

Shout to my homies and my co conspirators

If you feel lonely when you all alone that means you do not know what your

feelings is You in your feelings, I’m in my bag

Mathematics do you know how to add

Acrobatics I pull on the track

Do you want it slow, you want it fast

You on Instagram flaunting the cash

ATM you withdrawing your stash

Counting bills but that’s all that you have

Niggas hungry they wanting this cash

Send location take all of your stacks

Shit is real shit is raw on the ave

Real as it get, watch who you with

Rigatoni in the pot with the fish

Shout to Tony he be dropping them hits

Patagonia with some Malian drip

Trynna find me a Somalian chick

We can be friends I don’t want head

Couple ways we could both make bread

Get this money let’s get this dough

Coupé Décalé do si do

Once I get it gotta go gt more

Gotta get it gotta proceed slow

Slow down nigga

You think you gangsta cause you know som gangstas but you know what go round

nigga Rumours and Karma

Bumpin Pluto and The Carter

Smoking woolies in the corridor

Doing voodoo with your daughter

Shaka Zulu went to Harvard

Mix the fufu with shawarma

Voulez vous peruse new improved and used

New Jerusalem order

I just take it much farther

I just go so much harder

Fuck you pay me no barter

Immortal, more martyrs

(Elucid)

It’s too easy to load an A-R why’s the nine much harder?

Sometimes questions don’t deserve answers but I’m not your father

Brolic my broken banner buckles, bullshit artifice

Violence hear up the molecule a stone cold partnership

I’m an island I’m going vertical

What’s really urgent send a pigeon I’d like a word with you

Hard to earn ten thousand hour returns I take it all personal

The scope of my sermon reaches out and burns no matter where on earth you move

If I so choose, the bruise is the black man’s birthright

It’s not news and no this ain’t my first life

Or second, adding credits, not so cryptic

All the money stolen

Ha ha’s and high fives

Pay him what you owe him

And close the books, the man who talk with the flowers

I have no enemies I don’t live in the past

My recall memory fails but you not built like that