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ABEL & CAIN
01:31
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[Mohawk]
I’ll put a hole in a pig like a bagel
I’ll drive his ass off the map, Winnebago
Pull his shit back from the crave to the gradle
Leave niggas flat like the top of a table
I got a scoop like a spoon and a ladle
I don’t do toxic, no Ross to a Rachel
I been done did that, Deadpool to a Cable
Fuck with the king and you might get finagled
Heard you thought MoJo was lying, a fable
I’m not your brother, I’m Cain to an Abel
I like my pussy and lemonade pink
I got the crackers on beat like N’Sync
Might cut the Gan off yo Dorf like a Link
Mohawk rap up like a coat, it’s a mink
They talk in riddles, Caucasians a sphinx
Mohawk bring heat and like sweaters they shrink
[TYGKO]
(Yeah)
Y’all niggas not gonna make it I think
We turn the pig into bacon I think
They like the things we be making I think
Locs and some weed, I’m Jamaican I think
Lots of the people been waiting I think
The delay of the mayhem okay then, I guess
You let me know when you ready, I guess
You let it go, well, then let me digress
I’ll knock the head off a boy like a mech (bitch)
I do not tolerate no disrespect (bitch)
I look so good I could walk in the Met (yeah)
Pearls out the ocean they water my chest (splash)
Nigga, I ain’t shit yet
Get up, had to get a niche
Now I’m a spitta, water my lips
Niggas might switch sides
See you on this side, nigga
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2. |
CARTOONS
02:42
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[TYGKO]
It still don’t change
That shit don’t change
All I see pain through my window pane
I just see the rain, I don’t feel no rain
I just cleaned a stain, now there is no stain
I be tryna pass time but it’s difficult
I ain’t seen my friends like they mythical
I ain’t worried ‘bout shit, I ain’t got shit to do
Put my best outfit on and watch cartoons
Broke as fuck, tokin’, I just woke up at noon
Wrote enough bars, Imma need a bar stool
Crack open a claw, I don’t need a claw tool
ell!psis get a claw, Cam want a claw, too
Check the fridge, everything right where I left it
Check a list, eat M&Ms, and play Tekken
Technically one of us can’t leave ever
I take care of my brethren and hit up 7-eleven
But it still don’t change, that shit don’t change (it don’t)
All I see is pain through my window pane (I do)
I just see the rain, I don’t feel no rain (I can’t)
I just cleaned a stain, now there is no stain (it ain’t)
I be tryna pass time but it’s difficult (yeah)
I ain’t seen my friends they invisible
I ain’t worried bout shit
I ain’t got shit to do
Put my best outfit on
And watch cartoons
[Mohawk]
Yeah, a nigga single
Why you think my hand hurt?
I don’t fuck with strangers
Girl, you know I can’t flirt
Tryna put some pants on
But there is an issue
Won’t fit over my anklet
It hold me like jiu-jitsu
Y’all stuck in the house but
My shit is more dire
Y’all can take a waltz
I just sit there and admire
They called me a monster
So I can’t get hired
Now I’m in my boxers
Eating all the Breyer’s
White folk didn’t show up
They was in the bleachers
They never behind bars
No rappin’ on features
Popo on that bullshit
School bully creepers
They hurt you, you hurt ‘em back
They go and tell they teachers
Now yo ass suspended
Mamma said “you grounded”
Imma grab my dick with my left and
Imma pound it
Car might get impounded
Can’t go pay the parking
Twelve a bunch of bitches
Why blue lives always barkin’? (err)
[TYGKO]
But it still don’t change, that shit don’t change (it don’t)
All I see is pain through my window pane (I do)
I just see the rain (yeah), I don’t feel no rain (I can’t, a-hee-hee)
I just cleaned a stain (a-hoo-hoo), now there is no stain (it ain’t, a-ha-ha)
I be tryna pass time (a-hoo-hoo) but it’s difficult (yeah, a-kuh-ka)
I ain’t seen my friends (a-cuckoo) they invisible
(Where the fuck are my friends?)
I ain’t worried bout shit
I ain’t got shit to do
Put my best outfit on
And watch cartoons
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3. |
STIRRUPS
02:35
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[TYGKO]
(Yeah, yeah)
Too many things I carry wit me on my sleeve
Too many scenes I be reliving in my dreams
If I never sold weed, I’d have no degrees
So now I see I can’t believe in no relief
Let my soul speak like the hustle chose me
Give it back if I could rap ‘cause a cracker own me
Crack a cracker front teeth if he frontin’ on me
If I woulda said niggas, you would’ve ignored it
What’s really important?
I know too many niggas that done died from some
Lame shit any lame kid woulda tried
But that same shit get you slain quick
And the lights bring you pained memories
You can’t even go outside
They’ll tell you that it ain’t different
Nigga, that’s a lie
Bro, I promise that it’s a way bigger
Pretty part of life
But they separate you
Make you desperate for it, it’s aight
We gone make it out alive, make it out alive
[Mohawk]
I don’t get your purpose
I get buck, but they swerve us
But if they kill ten niggas
I must thank them for they service
All they do is hurt us
Lie and then they murk us
Schools ain’t got no money
But the pigs collecting surplus
It’s a fucking circus
Think it’s sweet like Slurpluff
They always against us
Why they never serve us?
Won’t look beyond the surface
Do Papa a disservice
Can’t hold my phone in front of them
Because they might get nervous
All y’all do is slave us
Y’all really gon’ burn us
Bail put me in the people store
My family made the purchase
Y’all really concern us
Y’all deserve some curses
We ain’t ask to be here
But you mad, but won’t return us
Bootlickers and stirrups
Act like they want versus
I won’t put my hands on you
But they can catch these verses
This shit is not normal
Ain’t no fucking Furret
It’s sad, but sometimes
When I look down, I think I deserve it
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4. |
BALANCE
04:42
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[Cam]
Ribs made of glass, face on the floor
I’ve been runnin’ ‘round my dreams like I’ve been here before
Feet made of stone, water to my knees
Maybe when I die, I can finally sleep
[Mohawk]
White folk know what’s wrong with me
Ex won’t stop stalking me
Police my reactions
Won’t watch how you talk to me
Watch how you walk to me
Won’t change the subject
We can’t hit a helmet
Y’all kill us in public
I can’t understand it
The way that they leverage us
I can’t fuckin’ stand up
They made one leg heavier
Crackers, they don’t get me
This shit is for the birds
Twerk off to my music
But don’t hear a word
Sometimes I wish they shot me
Get so nervous I could throw up
Y’all say y’all support me
But y’all never fucking show up
We begged you to show up
But you ain’t fuckin’ listen
Y’all so fuckin’ lazy
Y’all let all us go to prison
Then you vote for moderates
Who say they’ll save our lives
When they said they don’t like conflict
Lest it benefit the whites
They wrote the crime bill
That locked all us up for weed
But y’all happy it’s legal now that
Y’all collect the green
My life fuckin’ matter
Got it tatted on my arm
Now I’m back in therapy
I’m reducing my harm
System thinks I’m monstrous
They won’t cut me a deal
Prosecutor’s a white woman
I feel like Emmett Till
I don’t sleep at night
Because I replay what they did
They laughed when they beat us
Then they threw us in the clench
I wish they would kill me
Now I live in fear
Why ain’t they just kill me?
I don’t wanna be here
[TYGKO]
(Yeah
I’m gonna be here forever
Kill me? No
You can’t fuckin’ kill me
I’m already dead)
Everytime I look back
I can see the shadow
Sun just burnt my eyes out
It don’t even matter
I’m about to spazz out
Imma call for backup
Thought I had it planned out
’Til I had it shattered
Stayin’ not dead
Put my head on a platter
So I’m really not playing
This is all I really have for real
Crackers wanna hang him in the Galleria
You don’t have to see it no more
Put away the MAGA t-shirt
Had it up to here
But a battle would be travesty
But what is living here? No better
The people after me
I really wish my nigga knew better
Now I know tragedy
Now I know grief, pain, deep anger, and apathy
So watch how you rappin’ to me
I’d prolly take a different path if he hadn’t’a leaved
Shit, I’d prolly take your fuckin’ life if you hatchin’ a scheme
Shit, I prolly make a million twice ‘fore I add to the team
Shit I think about when I’m up high on a balancing beam
[Cam]
Ribs made of glass, face on the floor
I’ve been runnin’ ‘round my dreams like I’ve been here before
Feet made of stone, water to my knees
Maybe when I die, I can finally sleep
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6. |
CARTOONS (Instrumental)
02:42
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7. |
STIRRUPS (Instrumental)
02:35
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8. |
BALANCE (Instrumental)
04:42
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TYGKO Chicago, Illinois
TYGKO ("tee-why-gee-kay-oh") is a Cleveland-born, Chicago-based rapper and performer
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