Kno z CunninLynguists a jeho hosté umí pobavit

Chybí vám tracky s větším než malým množstvím příjemnosti? Zkuste Chaundona, jehož "Nice Girl" (ft. Bishop) najdete v závěru října na jeho druhé desce "no Excues", nebo "Paint The World" (ft. PackFM) od mně neznámého Johna Regana, který bude mít ještě o dva týdny dříve na albu "Sorry I´m Late" lidi jako Joell Ortiz, Marsha Ambrosius, Skyzoo, Kidz In The Hall, Ill Bill, Nottz či 88-Keys. Do výčtu by se jistě dal zařadit i náš oblíbený příslušník stáje QN5 Music. Pokud je někdo pan producent, je to rapu se nebránící Kno z CunninLynguists, kterému uprostřed příštího měsíce vylézá sólo "Death is Silent". Song "Rhythm Of The Rain", v němž se potkali i Tunji & 9th Wonderův oblíbenec Thee Tom Hardy a jehož po jednom kliknutí můžete vlastnit také v instrumentální a acapella verzi, snad můžeme nazvat důstojnou pozvánkou. Nepřehlédněte: Kno z CunninLynguists to zkusí bez kompromisů Thee Tom Hardy [V1] Let’s blaze, what a way to escape What’s a way for you to waste away your days of mistakes? Eyes glossy, glazed-over like, donuts and cakes You’re happy with somebody so you wish and hope that it’s fate But what if it’s fake? Hell of a scam, the whole time All for the pie, you know, key lime If it all ended today, at least you tried It was a nice ride, time to go inside Yourself and take a look at the person and how it’s hurtin’ like how could somebody love you for years and then desert ya What’s the whole purpose? Experience of learnin? Exterior is strong but inside you’re certainly burnin’ Take two of these that’s the remedy for anything You could be happy or else, at least pretend to be Own biggest enemy, killin’ self slow They tell you hold on loose but never let go Tunji [V2] I still remember the first time I realized that life wasn’t picture perfect My father packing up his things to leave his kids deserted The rain reflecting off the windows as it hit the surface I wonder if he thinks the shit was worth it As I sit here and write another one Puffin on another blunt Zonin til’ my buzz is done Proud to be my mother’s son See, she taught me to always be calm and pensive And live my life without ever regrettin mistakes and consequences My strongest lessons as a young fella You see I’ve done hella runnin through the rain with no umbrella But no complainin it just forced us to become better Wintertime – one sweater Dinnertime – crumbs fed us I sit and think about the wisdom that I’ve gained Reminiscin as I listen to the rhythm of the rain I’m driven and persistent with my vision and my aim If I did it all again I would live this all the same Kno [V3] I’m storm chasin And she’s an F-5 with a sex drive that’ll leave me tied to her bedside Hurricane hips, stoppin all progression Serotonin levels drop, tropical depression She is my professor and I’ve been taught a lesson That in the eye of the storm the pressures barometric She knows I’m wary of her gameplan But when she gambles she can count on me I’m her Rain Man Damn shame man, the fly stewardess Mental turbulence, head off in the cumulus Blamin the weather or whatever for her moodiness My main star but I’m barely on her radar And so my heart sinks – or the pain floats I’m in a shitstorm, shoulda wore a raincoat The clouds break and I can tell its over Cus she’s my sunshine but I’m catchin melanoma. Zdroj:

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