1. |
Shadows
02:12
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Ever since I was a little kid
Yeah, I must admit
I've been on some different shit
Lil bitch I'm feeling quite alright
I'm feeling quite alright
Everybody out here wanna know
Why I'm not like them, yeah
Why I don't walk, why I don't talk like them
Lil bitch, I'm feeling quite alright
I'm feeling quite alright
Now get the fuck up off my shoulder homie
And stop talking like you fucking know me
You ain't my mom, you ain't my pops, you ain't my Uncle Tony
I see you searching but got nothing on me
I like it like that
Yeah, it's better when it's cold and lonely
Ain't got no standards to meet bitch I'm lowely
I don't even really talk no more, I'm super lowkey
It's Clifford Cartel, the one and only
Ever since I was a little kid
Yeah, I must admit
I've been on some different shit
Lil bitch I'm feeling quite alright
I'm feeling quite alright
Everybody out here wanna know
Why I'm not like them, yeah
Why I don't walk, why I don't talk like them
Lil bitch, I'm feeling quite alright
I'm feeling quite alright
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2. |
Magic
01:38
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3. |
Antennas (feat. Qua)
02:24
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Big shit on my mind
Got me caught up in my line
Feeling wired
Not to mention high
Balance is crime
Doin' time
Soul is in the ocean
Privy to the waves but at least I'm still in motion
Told this to an old man
He looked at me like I was huffing paint from an old can
I told him patience is a virtue
And if your gps is off antennas will alert you nigga
Antennas will alert you nigga
I say you get what you get, you don't get upset
Yeah you live and you learn, pray you lose your regrets
I say you get what you get, you don't get upset
Yeah you live and you learn pray you
10:30 In the morning
Been at it since 9 shorty still moaning
Came 4 times and we still rolling
Dog, she make me feel like I don't need no one
Guess we in the zone
Go hard or go home
Nigga we grown
This shit is good, should've prolly captured this on the phone
Body in America, mind is on Rome
Heart is stuck, rona virus got it sheltered in home
You feel me?
Antennas will alert you nigga
I say you get what you get, you don't get upset
Yeah you live and you learn pray you lose your regrets
I say you get what you get, you don't get upset
Yeah you live and you learn pray you
Ooooohhhhhhh
Don't let your face touch that ground
Oooooooohhhhhhh
Don't forget to where your crown
You are the light
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4. |
Youngins
03:56
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I got youngins on my line
Threatening to tell on me
The say it's gon' be fine
Oh, but here's the recipe
I see them, they see me
They lookin' at my body
They perceive I'm witty
And better than their man be
Their best friend, their yogi
Their everything that's holy
But they don't know me
They see me, I see them
I think that they look handsome
Their asses, and titties
Are better than their friend's is
We're joking, we're laughing
And straight up, we're romancing
Hm, it's interesting
Now we texting and shit
Oh yeah, what you like to eat?
Oh you say Ruth's Chris
Oh shit, what you like to drink?
Henny's what I like to drink
Tequila's what you like to drink?
Well shit, let's do se do
With like both of those
And now my nose in your camel toe
Moving, way to fast
Now I'm, grabbing ass
And you, getting gassed
But hold up, I'm not your man
Shit, I got a girl
I thought you knew
Remember way back, when I had told you
Back when we was in whole foods
I can feel it, Fade
Add, add, add, add, add, add
Add a little sugar, whoo
And honeysuckle lambs
I feel it, Fade
Now our texts getting shorter
You can't seem to answer, you got shit get in order
I can't seem to care cuz fuck them bitches embroidered
Been that way ever since Carter 2 had been ordered
Look, that ain't no excuse, and I know it
The truth is that I miss you, but I really can't show it
The reason why I diss you is cuz you've gotten spoiled
But now this is the end of it, I gotta be loyal
Now everybody in this bitch should be doing the holy ghost
For every single text that you left alone in the cold
I ain't saying that it's cool, I'm just saying that's how it go
And shout out to the shawties that let a young nigga go
I guess, you couldn't hack it
I tried to give you the plans, but you couldn't map it
I know this shit ain't too funny, but I be laughing
That's all you can do these days, cuz shit is tragic
Look, the older I get, the less colder I get
Cuz I'm noticing that these youngins ain't going for shit
I'm telling you this
They're not gonna miss
They be seeing everything like an optometrist
They be psychoanalyzing
The mileage on your Mazda
The way that you hit reply
And the way you make your deposits
The ways in which you be laughing
When you and your homie capping
Shit, this shit is magic, I'm telling you
I can feel it, Fade
Add, add, add, add, add, add
Add a little sugar, whoo
And honeysuckle lambs
I can feel it, Fade
I feel it, Fade
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5. |
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Oh Baby, You know I love it, You know I need it
Yeah, Yeah
And baby, if you show me, It be our secret
Yeah, Yeah
I'd listen to it everyday
I'd play that shit like everyday
I'd listen to it everyday
It'll be our little secret
Oh baby, you know I'm leaving
That mean I need it
You know I need that shit
And baby, I'm talkin' ether
Leakin' through the speakers
And make that shit bump
Yeah
Make that shit bump
Yeah, Yeah
You hear that thing bumping?
You see that thing coming?
Driving down 95
Hitting I-85
Grippin' grain, switching lanes hitting 185
Hoping them fuckboy law niggas don't they job
And if they do, I pray to God, they let me off
Pray let they let me off
Hope they let me off
Shit, they let me off
Now put your feet on the dash cuz
Oh Baby, You know I love it, You know I need it
And baby, if you show me, It be our secret
I'd listen to it everyday
I'd play that shit like everyday
I'd listen to it everyday
It'll be our little secret
Slow it down, play that Yuna
Then make a B-Line to Future
Play some of that A$ap Rocky
Give me some of that Kali Uchis
Danny Ceaser, Franky Ocean, Billy Ocean, Migo Season
And for the culture, just a hint of Yeezus
And I know that you don't fuck wit him but just a hint of Yeezus!
Made it to Atlanta, we driving through the lights
Black Hollywood, let's start a brand new life
I know you scared, so right now you hold on tight
But when it's time to let go, you roll the dice
Shawty roll the dice
Gotta roll the dice
Shawty roll the dice
We don't know how it ends but
Oh Baby, You know I love it, You know I need it
And baby, if you show me, It be our secret
I'd listen to it everyday
I'd play that shit like everyday
I'd listen to it everyday
It be our little secret
Oh Baby, You know I love it, You know I need it
And baby, if you show it, It be our secret
I'd play that shit like everyday
I'd listen to it everyday
I'd play that shit like everyday
It'll be our little secret
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6. |
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Clifford the ripper
When I was growing up, niggas was scared of the dipper
All hunched over, lookin' like a gorilla
Eating pieces of glass, hoping not to look in the mirror
Breath on a thousand
Running through the yard, weaving all through houses
Layin' on the street, praying to be surmounted
By an automobile, proving that your not to be proud of
Hopin' you could end it there
But God ain't finished with you yet so you ain't going anywhere
Got your mama, and your Aunty, and you're sister crying
What a ill sight, nigga, what an ill mind
Shit bitch, and you're still breathing
Earth, Wind, Fire, trynna find a reason
If you think about it, you don't need much
You got your family, dog, and that's enough
Yeah dog, it sound corny
I know, nigga's always preaching like it's matrimony
But nigga, when acrimony
Gets active and acts up on ya
Your mind and perception is the only thing matters homie
Yeah, believe it or not
Rip you apart
Leave your ass pin full of the dogs
You knew the cost
When you went for the bill
Kiddo my nigga, get the hanzo out, and chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Dirty yea I came from the mud
Pissy lil kid from the club
Who the fuck want war
Nigga fuck drew brees
Bet you'd kneel wit the pump to ur knees
I ain't talkin bout the gage...
Water pumps granddaddy had to face
12 O'clock boys comin to the race
Belly scenes in my mind wanna taste
Yea I pace I ain't gotta go fast
Dash runnin up but I'm lonely
Call my lil bitch for cozy
Urban legend tip you don't know me
I been tryna learn the basics
Ipad full of animation and ASICS
I like a nice jog in the rain gimme patience...
I like a nice jog in the rain gimme
Livin on the charts mf a day shift
Savin up coins for the lasik
Tryna see clear thru the racist
Stuck in dc but I'm really in the Matrix
I ain't on top but it's better than the basement
God up top gimme grace it's Amazin
Think I need a mask for the fears that I'm facin
Core so delicate sort of like vases
Kill moe kill kill kill like Jason
The lord chose a bad boy I'm feelin like mason
We're gonna rise, to the top
Horse and carriage is for hire
YUCK FOU!
On this mic imma psycho
Rip it so quick i'm schizophrenic my killer mind on
Some other shit so be vigilant bitch
Keep your eyes open while my pen's bleeding facing my demons my soul
Is never hindered I'm not a prisoner in my dome
I built a prison with every single bar that I wrote
On that prescription break it down twisting up the Hydro
Spark it up hit that shit smoke it up until my eyes close
Enter the center of the storm I'm like a cyclone
Enemies trying to be friendly let bygones be bygones
Am I my brothers keeper or brothers killer I don't know
Brothers killing more brothers than a tied rope
Lynching our own ethnicity Black and suicidal
Genocide separate em make em suffering rivals
Promote the wackest rappers and turn em into idols
And trap em wit trap music they're too dumb to see the blindfold
You know Dgaf wicked we gon kick it in the goal post
Going loco like beheaded pollo
And the flow cold fro zone super clothes on
Watch my soul glow Bruce Lee in the dojo
Stay woke no sleep ima no dose
Fuck the whole globe bust and scream fuck the popo
COVID19 the whole fucking globe closed indie artist still stacking dough doing no shows
Fake ass by 18
Doc ain't tell her one thing
Appreciate them good genes
He can't give you self esteem
Don't be a whore
Find shit to stand for
Lies so much bout her past, to make her future seem pure
She was delectable edible now she less than exceptional
Now a skeletal spectacle
Bussing moves that weren't ethical
Went from hotty to sloppy
Sold her Benz for some molly
I called her bae, now she poppy
Love opium in her body
But that's a cheap angle it's bigga
Control the narrative nigga
I pay the tab with the pack
I beat the block with them rocks
It's the root of all evil
But it's fuel to survive
You see I want it
Then I buy it, then I get it, then I own it
Im out here wit it
Makes sense don't it?
Yeah I want a future
And I live for the moment
See I'm just lil nigga tryna keeping up with the Joneses
Hitting that jackpot
It ain't illegal till I get caught
But I ain't get the signal
Ima walking status symbol
See it's simple
Hood rich arrogant bastard
I ain't really have shit
Now I'm out here making dinero
It's your neighborhood heroin hero
Whole lotta women in my orbit
Chillin in dey corsets
Butterfly doors on the corvette
Got a milf joint lookin like she 24, but when she was dat age bruh I wasn't even born yet
Better know how to act, like we on set
Black and we on, I'ma Mac and a don, wearing all red and black like its batman beyond
Moving like a rapidash you can pass the Paton
Go to the White House, smash thee alarm
Fight wit the whole staff leave em thrashed and disarmed
Catch Donald Trump and fracture his arm
And punch em in the stomach til he craps on the lawn
See lyrically in rap you a pawn
So if really wanna go bar for bar
I'm Krav Maga
The God bitch Ra and Jah
Basmalla, Osi be
In da stars, doin tai chi
High chillin wit your broad
You can find me
Vibing, bent her up like oragami
Every single line is wasabi
OD of OG on the autopsy copy
So I can show you all what I showman is
No offense
But ima omen, I don't know if you noticed it
But jus focus I'm the one that you do not wanna go against
No emotions when I'm flowing and showing up other vocalist
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7. |
Holy Water
03:40
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Walls closing in
Let the games begin
Am I gonna win?
Or give it all up again
Can't look like, a sell out
Can't walk around with hands out
I'm 29 now
Nigga get down or lay down
Either imma give up
And show my kids I ain't have what have what it takes to live up
To all the expectations I that I put up on myself
I can't do that to my wife, I can't do that to myself
Nah.
I done worked too fuckin hard
Truth, I ain't never picture myself on boulevards
Yeah, uh maybe that's the problem all along
Maybe gotta envision Gucci suits or money long
Maybe nigga gotta get a bank roll
Not to pay off credit cards or bank loans
Not to pay off Navient or make clothes
But shine like them niggas in the A do
How much for grill?
Maybe if I really want it, I can make a Mil
A mili, mili, a mili, up in the case
Fuck is you gon' say, my nigga, I made it rain
Holy, Holy
Don't let go of me
I'm gon win now
Don't let me down
Holy, Holy
Can't control me
I'm gon win now
That's my story
Young Black Man
Hustle like I'm livin in a trash can
But I ain't never learn how
I just make goals that I pin down
They ain't never have a dollar
Attached to it, nigga this ain't slavery, I'm sorry
But excuses sounding iffy
If I ain't never have it, boy I got it in me lawd
I feel like Drake
World watching, boy I cannot make not one mistake
Playing all my cards like I'm on elimidate
And if I don't get it right, nigga I don't eat cake
And everybody like cake
Even if they don't really wanna see how it's made
Even if they already got too much on they plate
That's the reason [Re] Publicans protecting estates
Shit, then they wanna call it death tax
Shit make me sick, make me wanna take an ex-lax
Still shittin' bricks, sitting on a thumb tac
Cuz my niggas still trynna get their funds back
How much for the repo?
HR 40 ever year, since Conyers for the people
McConnell sell it to your base
So one day all your niggas can say that you made it, rain
Holy, Holy
Don't let go of me
I'm gon' win now
Don't let me down
Holy, Holy
Can't control me
I'm gon win now
That's my story
Take my Hand
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8. |
Santiago
04:08
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Yeah
I got so much shit up on my brain dog!
It feel like, man I don't even know
It feel like I've been torn into two
Looking for the best version that fits into you
What you need me to be?
I can get it for ya
I can hang upside down on ceilings for ya
I can take my shoes off on your shitty foyer
I can make you feel good, make a million for ya
Oh Lord
Look God I been praying, please turn me to water to fill any sort of
Corner that I'm forced in
Whether wine glass, or beer can, or horse skin
Foreskin, what everybody wanna see
Important, what everybody wanna be
So I let them mafuckas talk about themselves
Masturbation of the mind where we all excel
Look, I am your mirror
Let it appear
You were sincere
In every effort to make everything fair
And if you didn't, let's be perfectly clear
Everyone here, has fallen victim to intentions were there
You see I get it, words are often
Jumbled up, and never the same, to the people that got em
As when you had thought em
But dealing with autumn
You leave all the fallen
Leaves right at the bottom
Where they're belonging
And I know that I'm gon' change
And that means that I won't be the same
But I ask my God, don't let me fall a-part
Getting caught in the vortex...
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Yeah
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Yeah
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
I was born in the 1-9-9-9-0
What you know about it
What you heard about it
That was before Nas was really bout it
That was two years after Supersonic
Sandwiched in between was the Clifford chronic
Blueberry yum, yum on his pacifier
Taken to the outside where the snow was falling
Where it made his shoulder kinda whatcha call it
Colder than a mothafucka
Grew to be a daughter fucker
Then into a music lover
Then a microphone cuffer
Soon to be a motherfucker
Sure to find his way under the cover
Of a undercover freak
Been about it every week
Not a culture of the weak
Humming' and whistling, talking, literally walking to his own beat
So what you gonna tell him?
His cerebellum
Is programmed to the pocket
Plug him in the socket
Watch the different options
Of what can be accomplished
Shine bright like the light of a lost kid
It don't matter whether classroom or office
He be maneuvering while every gawking
He'll be the running man while everyone walking
He'll be the flying man while everyone falling
It don't matter put him defense or offense
And watch him fuck them up... nigga
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Yeah
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Yeah
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
Catch me don't
This for my niggas that believe in the 3rd verse
Emile Hirche
I ain't actin so you can feel hurt
These real words
I don't speak it ain't worth
a million, to the millions and I hope it'll endure
This Clifford
And one thing that I can say for sure, is that I know myself
So nigga know yourself
So don't nobody else, make up the answer for you my nigga
'Cuz believe me they will
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9. |
Dear Val
00:10
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10. |
Way To The Light
04:20
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There's a way to the light
Let me go, I just wanna do right
Be a man, take good care of my wife
Keep it simple and move on with my life
But you keep telling me I can't
This is me, this is just how I'll act
For forever, might as well get a latch
'Cuz you and I are never unattached
So I try to hit you with a bat
Or a hatchet, anything to detach
Cuz I know that if I feed into that
You'll get fat, and my soul will collapse
And then God said...
It won't always be this way
You ain't gotta think tomorrow is your yesterday
You just gotta take a breath
'For you take another step
Cry it out if you gotta
It won't take none from your honor
Keep it poppin' for poppin's sake, if that is how you feel
Remember to pack your brakes cuz you're gonna appeal
To everyone and their momma
Your light is that of Obama
So this little light of yours, nigga you gotta let it shine!!
Shine, shine, shine, shine
Let it shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Let it shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Nigga gotta let it...
I told Kerim...
I'm ready to get married
He said you sure?
I said yeah, he said boy
Look you better go home, like right now, and think about this shit
Cuz there's only one wedding that I'm going to for Cliff
Ain't no second, ain't no third, ain't no motherfuckin fourth
So you better make the right fucking choice, choice, choice, choice
I'm talking sexual urges drivin' you crazy
I'm talkin' when you got babies
And she want special occasions
But you can't make it
Cuz you busy makin' shit
To bring the bacon in
What you gon' say to them
How you gon' relate to them
When you just glad you made it in
Hopin' to grab a pin
Smoke it and call your friends
Tell em bout where you been
Plan out some other sessions
And maybe call up your reverend
To discuss revelations, proverbs and Jesus's essence
And, you know, like, big shit like that dog
Cuz your main, niggas still, out here making cat calls
And you tapped out from the bat calls
Can't cover it cuz your mask off
Flashing lights from the left, right
And all of a sudden your path lost
Now you gotta, erode the blocks, fill and the marks, with bath salt
Shamen Courtney layin' hands on
Suckin' out your demons
Feelin' like you you Kanye
Nah, feelin' like I'm Andre
Feelin' like, I got mad shit on my chest now
I can't wait to get it out
These cops are trynna shoot at me
These karens trynna loot at me
These women wanna kill
These niggas want me to give them some meditation, want me to give them yoga
When I don't know what to tell em, and I can't get no control of
My emotions, they everywhere, nothing even makes sense anymore
My thoughts are distorted and dog my confidence been destroyed
What do you but submit?
Shit, this is truly yours... This is Cliff
Jaylin Speaks
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Clifford Cartel Washington, D.C.
Clifford Cartel is one of those aritsts that will affect the world from now until forver. This multi-talented artist has been compared to the likes of James Brown, Kendrick Lamar, and Lupe Fiasco. Though comparisons are understood, we over here at Yuck Fou Ordinary know better. You can never quite put your finger on him because like water, he fits into every single category seamlessly. Chegitout. ... more
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