Unknown Species Kurious

[Intro: Samples]
I'm gonna take you upstairs for a ride
Yeah
One two, one two
Yeah
Like this
We have now the data
That makes sense of what previously has been
Very mysterious and unexplained and

[Verse: Kurious]
Hangin' like a chandelier
Could kick it all to the curb like a can of beer
Start fresh if this is an art test
And this is the path shown I’m bangin' a hard left
Foulness see you later God bless
Supposed to make you stronger if it’s not death
Cup's beyond half full there’s a lot left
No use in crying and complaining with that hot breath
Sounding like some bitchеs
Kill it all with mics, lights and sounds switches
Simple, if they thought hе was done they found riches
Other dude’s remains are down in ground ditches
Room for resurrection, fuel for better sessions
Pros kickin' flows for beats and sound selection
Choice is yours, if you voice your causes
Stand firm and drop jewels like oyster balls
Bottom of the sea, home of our secrets
Unknown species, rock can y’all peep it
Soon to get exposed to a style, and y’all keep it
Tape get you higher than dust, and y’all leak it
Coma
Crazy Eddie
Images spin in your head like Rock Steady
Maybe was hater who said you’re not ready
Rather be the dude getting money who got jetty
Lonely at the top but it’s crowded down here
Some escape pain with loud and down beer
Others on stage jump around and sound clear
Ninjas jump around in drag and clown gear
Where down there
Us down here
Free as a bird, live life, don’t care
Except when you’re out in the hood, don’t stare
Everybody going thru it, homie ain’t all there
Cop and go, rock n' roll
On this trip it never ends a lot to go
Ill hallucinations of a pot of gold
If it disappears the lesson here is not to fold
Even if you’re young be grateful, that you got this old
Rather go from cold to hot then hot to cold
Oh shit get off the pot, I got to go
At war with suckers, man, lock and load
Such a strange universe ain’t that right boy
So Rican, they still like check out that white boy
Play that funky music, Constipated Monkey music
Hit you with the funky new shit
We don’t hide anything we sharing the blueprint
Love that you’re yourself with the style that you move with
Stay close to your people who make moves when the moon is lit
Not the other ones will talk tough don’t do shit
Funky either way heads bop when the groove hit
Some are brainwash Internet or the news clip
Radio sucks like a bitch with two dicks
You suck two tits, don’t give two shits