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Lemme give y’all a brief history lesson
Per my conversation with a legend
Cornbread
Yeah
Check it
Listen…
Verse 1
Had established a namesake after being chased
Out detention center kitchens then
Thrown on his face
Asking staff there would they kindly replace
Stale bread for cornbread like his granny used to make
They laughed in his face him then taking fate
In his hands writing cornbread all over the place
Got white folk respect, gang members ain’t mind it
One of the biggest movements, cornbread was behind it
Started coming alive then even more inspiring
Teens occupying more places to write in
Philly to Atlantic City…then it traveled
the big apple
the worlds media capital
[Hook]
click clack click clack click clack click clack spray
That the way it be, when lifes the canvas letcha mind the free
click clack click clack click clack click clack spray
come spray with me, with nothin betta to do or a place to be
[Verse 2]
started out juvenile crowds swarmed like vultures
world renowned now even has its own culture
spot it on billboards or buses when they pass
late in da subway witta can and a mask
click clack as it carry thru-out the tunnels
echoing like a voice loud hollered out of a funnel
the most fun you'll have despite danger or fear
sirens comin betta run it getcha ass in da clear
no harm no foul, no wrong doing at all
But you are…emitting gas from aerosals
terrible what we do for recognition some say
Knowing you know better but write it anyway
[Chorus]
click clack click clack click clack click clack spray
That’s the way it be, when lifes the canvas letcha mind be free
click clack click clack click clack click clack spray
come spray wit me, with nothin betta to do or a place to be
[Verse 3]
Freshly painted over corperate walls full of that gunk
reminiscing on puttin up some of that junk
fearless rebel dare devil never nobodys punk
til you got beat and had to sleep on somebody’s bunk
but its cool you never did no serious time
Swiftly switching religions from paintin to rhymes/
but the feelings not there, and the buildings lookin bare
gladly amputate leg to see your name up there
But you cant, reaping whatever consequences
Relieving you of all your long gone confidences
its not fare, you wasn’t hurting nobody
Til the law drawled disassembling the party
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Click, Clack (Nekro Mix)
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