Lyrics:

Cunninlynguists Lynguistics Lyrics
'So fuck the commercial tracks you be doin,
a brother got to eat. Why don't you rap for food then?'

(Deacon and Kno exhanging verses *=Kno rapping)

(Deacon)
The music makes me high
even though I stay away from cannabis, like Wyclef
*Deacon and Kno, fry sets.*
Similar to Christ,
*we got divine reps so tell me*
If you know ya gonna die *why step?*
Show no mercy
*For rules and crews*
Get hit with more bricks than new??
*Riddles confusing fools,* like Confucian rules
*Cause most cats are more square than Rubik's Cubes*
We spit raps that are totally murderous
*The rhymes are like an anaconda serpent clutch*
So check out how these herbs get touched
*Unless your broad's givin' us brains*
Nigga you ain't servin' us
*Deacon and Kno,* cunning linguists with stunning English
*Our true lies bring more pumps* than Harry Rehnquist
*Every week* with the best speech
Roll with cats who smoke more trees than the flash and burn techniques
*Sex, beats, between bed sheets*
Red fleets, Pulp Fiction style
*leaving your car with red seats*
We make like fly swatters and smash pests
*Put peeps under more pressure than a Kelly Price bed set*
Keep your bodies looking like samples for the Rorscach Test
*Ink blots,* so fuck around and get your team rocked
*Jugga's in the back with the beam cocked*
Gots to have everything between L.A. and Queens locked

Uh huh, word, uh huh word, yo yo, check it out
Cunninlynguists
You know what I'm saying?
Ya'll know how we do
I mean, you probably don't know how we do
but you're about to find out.
Like wha, like wha...