Cobwebs prod. Illingsworth

from NARANJA LP by Indio Prather

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lyrics

Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4)
In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it

Verse 1

Gold fake be the flow authentic I don't got a whip but the broads all with it like gods to Christians prosperity pimping sadistic think a white Jesus hearing black pleas moe forget it we're the rotten strange fruit thrown out that leaves in autumn In rare form the steaks covered in thc em out the window no need for a b/e Mr.deity when I get on the microphone brothers sweeter than a piece of Reese's suckers succumb when I speak my thesis and desist with the quips I know you can't write so you say you make chips rapping about the same old spit yung old so and so goes the story about being an alien bro your boring go somewhere weirdo rapping over your vocals culture vultures taking place of the folks they feel is yokels

Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4) In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it

(Nothing but homophones for second verse)
Verse 2
On the isle I'll wipe the aisle with these foul fowls I push forward for fore four fools feel these forewords roll on role players bread we bred different broodish types for instance get brewed in instants these carets Carol about rocking carats in their carrel greener than neck fats with pyrite my karats certified bars in fort Knox me not sweet even when my suites right in front of thrown thrones homes I don't clique for clicks I desert dessert ninjas for being fair weather whether fares due or not these days last longer than the last daze wannabe hippies are dying to dye tees overseas and at home folks waive freedom waves overseen it seems big was right it was all a dream word up to magazines that put as dollars over talent I thought this was a meritocracy I was wrong just don't expect me to mumble in songs

Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4) In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it

Verse 3
motherfucker I rep the dmv til the day I cease young you can tell from my speech slim bamas get offended when I enter the place my shit crank from the get up and go-go no need to understand moe on muvas I'm well known to own brothers who try to curry me unnecessarily bury mc's so they ain't coming out like your auntie's friend every thanksgiving weekend I go so nutso bruthas think I'm setting sail on a great voyage provided from the mortician listen champ I won't stop spitting til the drums not hitting gotta curry on tradition I'm the one who put four on the floor and doc make sure the bass and snare cracks harder than concrete you fools softer than talcum powder how dare you try me not knowing I'll be on your head faster than musliminas in the middle of Ramadan I'm on a quest to prove I'm the best most of yous are npcs to the game I play so Fuck what you got to say I'm not one for empty dialogue I'm gone when youngins on her knees praising the Lord and to that I applaud for the techniques

Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4) In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it

Verse 4
I'm such a asshole she sleeps in the wet spots and changes the bedsheets a yo rhyme styles deadly like Bruce or Brandon tearing them apart with no tandems in parts served to order with gourmet styling know to be prone to wylin prophetically always dealt with the reel no need for the acting well traversed in this space doc brah we intergalactic treking with stars and stripes earned from burning the mic and raising hell like we run it basically blunted brother bring a bunch of bomb bub to blow on and on til the diaphragm collapse see these raps ain't built for vests they known to puncture em royalty type rulers broken in half couldn't measure up to snuff errybody and they momma tough til it's time for care packages and kites when in all honesty get ya bama ass the fuck outta here

Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4) In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it

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from NARANJA LP, released April 2, 2021
Production by illingsworth

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