CUNNINLYNGUISTS

CUNNINLYNGUISTS - The Format lyrics

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If you gonna start from scratch, start with wax

If there’s no dish, then there’s no rap.

Records, albums, vinyl frontier, the facts

Give us a stack of records, and we’ll give you twelve tracks.

The agreement, come and see me forty years ago

Hip-hop the final frontier, the embryo

Two turned tables of mic and a cold stereo

DJ, one MC, the empyreal!

Many, many put their use to it

Sing pop, sing rock, sing blouse to it!

From classical to Jazz, we can... who it

I’m blowing dust off and groove to it. Let’s ride!

Peace side on the wreck drive

You know their crack will give the best hype

You need a needle, a ... some tree

Forty five in the thirty three, let it be!

A new format hit the scene like way back

It was smaller and more convenient that A track

You can pop it in your car with a long drive

Play the album on fast forward, it’s on fire.

If you past this on, you had to rewind it back

It was kinda frustrating, trying to find a track

Memorex, impax, down the tittie k

Where the biz is on the radio or Biddy K

When they was on the air, I was on the pause button

I had the best taste, but I ain’t trying to pause...

Cause everybody thought their pause was the...

The cat used to battle, the shit used to cause wars.

We were trade tapes, that was the best it could be

Busy bee at the fervor for treacherous tree

Having the best taste was like a status ..

The yellow tape, purple tapes, to the baddest...

Battle shovel from the Bronx to Baltimore

It was Dan by the speaker to record more

The same tapes that was labeled with a thick marker

Made in neighborhood, rappers wanna spit sharper.

If my tape pop, trust, I was ready, man!

The razor blade, scotch tape on this steady hand.

I call it surgery, my cassette...

It’s worth to me!

If you want it, I got it

That bitch makes you real!

It’s the format, baby! (x2)

I release the shit, we’re pacing kicks

And come full circle, plastic ... but I can’t trigger thee!

Stab the repeat button and keep running

And that’s something you can’t get from tape dubbing.

Skip the... with a flick of the wrist

Time to check what’s sick on the list

The thickle dismiss this little digital list

They’re trying to play vinyl in the whip they will skip.

In this 96, trying to get laid now

Chose the four .. with binary laid down..

Flood the... with frozen drums

Let’s get blown in my homie’s truck

We’re sitting on chrome, little...

We got wheels, we ain’t trying to walk, man

See these nuts, it’s dust on my walk, man!

Daman! Follow me enter this digital ...

Holy matrimony, but harder to see everywhere!

But nonexistent, what a ...

Upgraded, but they say that we forgot where we come from.

The past goes even further with every second

Off the record, they’re coming and go...

In the day, the instant message is misdirected

And the receiver seems to be disconnected

But don’t complain, love game, even after the flood came

And they left on... oversaturated

With no computer love, just computer bugs

Hate the virus and not the hacker, that’s what the loser does.

Meanwhile, the kids were playing shooter love

Trying to be the 2.0 verse in the super thug.

Plus we sat ... how long we reject?

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