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Kokayi Robots & Dinosaurs lyrics thread

no lyrics thread yet? let’s go! let’s give Kokayi some love
corrections appreciated


“Over There”

Another birthday
Another birthday
Another birthday
Another birthday

They want my rappin to stop
And this trappin (?) to die
No more stories of past glory
Just go on and step aside
Just let the pride in this seize. stop bitchin
Go get a job with your old ass
You’re too grown to be spittin ,man
Over the hill, no rolling stones keep yelling
Blues keep moaning, country singers keep sellin
They say “rapper die. Go do some spoken word”
Because what you gotta say, man, nobody wanna hurr (hear)

Hey you, over there
Time to put away that mic and just
Take the chair
Hey you, over there
And you’re old enough, check your
Greyin hair

Is it the ageism why the stage keep giving
The fame keep callin, yo, my name keeps droppin these days
You’re either robot or a dinosaur
No middle ground so the sound aint changing no more
You got some original, scene is so cycnical
Most are jaded, you only keep fading
Nobody say it, because the scene so shallow
Most of yall blew, most of yall ???
I still love her, but I’m about the innovation
The young are saying that I keep over staying
What do you do when your homies are retiring
With no pension for us, and you’re so uninspired
I keep writing, with skills still heavy
I’m still booking tours, man, I’m still selling records
As I get wiser, I still got questions
Because when does the student need to start to give lessons

Hey you, over there
Time to put away that mic and just
Take a chair
Hey you, over there
And you’re old enough man check ya
Greyin hair

Now you can be a DJ and be a hundred years old
Can be a BBoy still get busy on the floor
Rap grabbed the can, made some doable art
If you spit a little verse, then check an ID card, yo
Why can’t I age graceful without hatin the music
From the lost demographic, from a same age groupies
Can I keep it movin, and my songs keep banging
If I’m still singing something, the crowd keep singing
Can I tour at sixty like the rock idol
If I can still do it, my art is still vital
But I still got questions about this mic in my hand
Should I hang it up for good and just play in the band

Hey you, over there
Time to put away that mic and just
Take a chair
Hey you, over there
And you’re old enough man check ya
Greyin hair

Another birthday
Another birthday
Another birthday
Another birthday

“Autum Rules”

Got your letter ring and sweater
Keys luggage loves such rubbish
Tin hearts golden rules
Silver linings Rusted muse
I guess that I’m a fool for harsh tongues slight abuse
Deuces then I deal your cruel intent with my heavy pen

So I hold tight to truth and I
Slice but not quite through
Cuz it crazy to feel yet I still can’t quite move

I guess I’ve never been the one for rules
When autumns hustling their color through
The cagey sort without a fuse

You told me
you promised
you said that
our love would be

You got me questioning who I am who I’ve been
falling for your whims simple minded is my mental dim
you hid inside my M&M mars can’t trust it
Mercury’s all in retrograde I’m so disgusted
I wanna leave this earth today

So I hold tight to truth and I
Slice but not quite through
Cuz it crazy to feel yet I still can’t quite move

I guess I’ve never been the one for rules
When autumns hustling their color through
The cagey sort without a fuse

You told me
you promised
you said that
our love would be

Suicide, it’s a suicide

“Roxtar”

I serve to Bad Brains, Black flags all hang
Pantera mascara black lights and fangs
Big hair Poison dreams The machine she rages
Megadeth in these streets I’m Anthrax on stages
Puffin on the Sevendust til I’m long in the tooth
I a’int Fugazi bitches listen I am all truth
From the Jesus and the Mary Chain
Smash a Pumpkin Pop a vein
Kok Ramone heavy bangs
Janes addiction Alice in Chains
Fried off that Henny slim
Fueled by the Ramen
They label me a Misfit
Cuz I’m smashing all the Donnas
The Black Crow near Patapsco I’m killing it
Fine Young Cannibal gnawing on your villagers
Spit out your bones til you all concur
That I’m a psychadelic drug rocking a psychedelic fur
Pushing a Cadillac Seville into every neighborhood
So push it up plus 44 so that the bass is all good

Cuz I’m a RoxTar the crowds all rage
When the lights get dim baby the worlds my stage
From Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxTar

RoxTar the crowds all rage
When the lights get dim baby the worlds my stage
From Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxTar

10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain’t going home
With that Nine Inch Nail get this Tool in ya thongs
An Arctic Monkeys on my back cuz fame won’t leave me alone
A Motley Crue full of Love and Rockets
Surrounded by Minor Threats trying to dig in our pockets
Judas Priests no type a Saviors
She in the back getting attacked by her paramour
And Boy he bout to fall out He’s no Modest Mouse
But he talk a lot of Garbage til GodSmacked him in the mouth
A Gym Class Hero getting you tipsy of the cisco
Til the homie popped the trunk now there’s a Panic at the Disco
The Smiths out the fingers on the trigger
In a Plain White T in my black shitkickers
The Dead can’t Dance but they do a lot of twitching
I’m a Stoned Temple Pilot bout to fly off my hinges

Chorus
I’m A RoxTar the crowds all rage
When the lights get dim baby the worlds my stage
From Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxTar

RoxTar the crowds all rage
When the lights get dim baby the worlds my stage
From Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxTar

Nicotine

Two kids, nine years, all skinned knees
Third grade, first played games with me
Tomboys type up in them trees
We ask us, I did not see
She rock a crooked smile, miss her front teeth
Something about her ?? did something to me
Tag ???, will you heart me
Until we graduate, yo, it all escalated
Junior high, man, she started to blew
Everybody holler for that body like ooooh
I blame the strong type, I’m shy too
Fly guy swooped in, you played cool
You wonder about me waiting for you
Never ever said to me you’d be true
Played me like a harp, baby
Played me for a fool
Trade me for the player, baby
Swan in school

now she’s a real good lover
And she’s a real good friend
That type of girl that’ll never
Let you drown out in the deep end
The type you give your heart to
But that all depends
Cause she might light you up man
And breath you right on in

Twelfth grade year out at that mall
Couple pounds lighters, lil more higher
Seen her with her girlfriend, she’s all cheese
I’m ice cold minus twenty degrees
What you been up who you seein
Well, you know girl that all depends
You so grown, got ??? friend
Is that true love, are you loving them ends
I wasn’t trying to offend
You gotta understand these scars don’t mend
So easy believe me
She played dumb ??? her life and I
save Louis and Gucci
my summertime funds ain’t stacked that high
your dudes don’t rock no nine to five
left me with a kiss and a cold goodbye

now she’s a real good lover
And she’s a real good friend
That type of girl that’ll never
Let you drown out in the deep end
The type you give your heart to
But that all depends
Cause she might light you up man
And breath you right on in

years later, lil wiser
couple notches on the belts
couple doused fires
few heartbreaks on my behalf
caught with her moms out on the Ave
no ring on finger so I guessin no man
she still a dime, and I love her laugh
said she had a kid and her husband at war
said she changed a lot and she found the lord
slide by if you wanna learn more
slid me the number ya’ll I wonder what for
rode to her spot, feel a little stressed
rolled out the back, see her little undressed
said she had something straight to confess
said she loved me the first day we met
letting me go was the one regret
until I save her from her life
and get it all back
Hell no

now she’s a real good lover
And she’s a real good friend
That type of girl that’ll never
Let you drown out in the deep end
The type you give your heart to
But that all depends
Cause she might light you up man
And breath you right on in

Kokayi, can’t you post all the lyrics on here? Very Happy
My English is not good enough to catch all of em while listening, so for me to read along the first couple of times is crucial to understand everything you’re saying..

Thanks for the lyrics!

will do. i’ll have the lyrics up soon come.

thank you much!

Perfect! Looking forward to it! Very Happy

Nicotine

2 kids 9 years all skinned knees
3rd grade first played games with me
Tom boy type up in them tree
We as us I did not see
She rock a crooked smile missing front teeth
Something bout her Lee’s did something to me
Tag you’re it will you heart me?
Until we graduated yo it all escalated woah
Junior high man she started to bloom
Everybody holla for the body like oooo
I play the strong type and I’m shy too
Fly guys swooped it you played cool
You wondered bout me? I’m waiting for you
Never ever said to me you’d be true
Played me like a harp baby played me for a fool
Trade me for the player biggest one in school

Chorus:
Now she’s a real good lover and she’s a real good friend
That type of girl that’ll never let you drown out in the deep end
The type you give your heart to (love) but that all depends
‘cus she might light you up man and breathe you right on in

12th grade year out at that mall
Couple pounds lighter lil more higher
Seen her with her girlfriend she on cheese
I’m ice cold minus 20 degrees
What you been up to, who you seeing?
Well you know girl that all depends
You so grown got these men friends
Is that true love or you loving them ends?
I wasn’t trying to offend
You gotta understand, these scars don’t mend
So easy believe me
She played dumb no life in eye
Save Louis and Gucci
My summer job funds ain’t stack that high
Ya dudes don’t rock no 9 to 5
Left me with a kiss and a cold goodbye

(Chorus)

Years later, a lil wiser
Couple notches on the belt
Couple doused fires
A few heartbreaks on my behalf
Caught her with her mom’s out on the ave
No ring on finger so I’m guessing no man
She’s still a dime and I love her laugh
Said she had a kid and a husband at war
Said she changed a lot and she found the Lord
Slide by if you wanna know more
Slid me the number yo, I wonder what for?
Rolled to her spot feel a lil stress
Rolled out the back she a lil undressed
Said she had something straight to confess
Said she loved me the 1st day we met
Letting me go was her one regret
And could I save her from her life and get it all back?

Hell no.

Chorus

Only

I’m not so lucky with love yo
been round a time or 2 before
But I’m only the lonely
the broken the hearted
the life of the party but hardly baby
I’ve seen it all before
Oh woah3
I’ve seen it all before
before
oh woah I’ve seen it all before

They call me this
Matt Taggert captain love wrong
heart tattered in shreds in fact splattered yo
in love songs
unrequited decided to not lie
it mattered to me the karma bounced back
like checks I wrote in fact the notes
left she quote to throngs of them office hoes
that wanted to do me, screw me like a Phillips
head included indubitably and she knew it
I fell for it Louis bag, Chanel, Coach bagged it
until her labels left like Chapelle never cancelled
I just rolled out no doubt no text messages
questioning I learned my lesson, okay player session in
fact I macked her sister right under her nose
and now she wearing all the youngins that I left upon her clothes
and then she never wondered why I never called baby
I suppose
what?

Chorus
Next victim to play I left twisted I went ham
don’t be a prude as she lifted her gam
nice child but librarian wild
when the lights in the back of the cab went out
straight shooter no puns intended
but she had yo intentions not
to mention a coupon for a ring a smile
took me to weddings figured I catch all the hinting see
crashing Owen Wilson w/o the suicidal tendencies
rock on wet t-shirt reaction knee jerk Mike Muir she was thrashing
hella fashion sense, hella passionate, but this fella right here wasn’t having it
it twernt the PDA, cuz I’m an iphone
I’m app’d (apt) to act a way her MAC is half a shade
iMac happily, with a younging half her age
with twice her shape with thrice her cake (yo)
and a quarter of weight a 1/5 of Henny
she had it really all tucked away
a 6 in line, now for the throne
she’s the 7th trick to switch and holla bout heaven
an 8th on the date, a 9th on the Wonder
10th she gotta Win, but I guess I’ll never bother(I’ll never bother)
to call her (to call her) I wonder (I wonder)if she’ll love me if I gotta a little taller?
Saying oh yeah
Chorus(2x)
what happened to the music?

Wynter of my Discontent

So listen now in this Winter of my discontent
I’m content to stay sober in my recentness
every sort of out of order type relationship
kinda went West Coat with my temperament
held the flames of my attitude cruddy
altitude high life lime light make it all so sudden
fanning the flames of fans and hangers with
ad-libs like mad libs is sentences
another noun inserted here ridiculous
I’m needing head space or a foreign spliff
made motions to add potions at 90%
proof in it, the drowned sorrows is really all swimming
backstroke, the thing that really did it
was the sad face of my young man at the intervention
looking at me like I looked at my pops
not so far from the tree where my apple dropped
so listen

Chorus
Yo and its Spring again
time to get it all out and be clean again
For the heat is back and the days are long
time to set it right and then
Right these wrongs
now listen
yo and the Fall is here
its time to pack it all in get your conscience clear
for the Winter break and it’s bitter cold
say God help me out, trying to rest my soul.
So listen
Spring rolled in like its Mr. Chows
out went the resolution righteous vows
in came the beef, self hate, self loathe
new kick, new clothes, same shell, same sole
in the Summer man came the stunner
no bread, no Wonder, no clap from the crowd, no thunder
holding the ratchet to the chin, like one
2 fingers to the sun
but the thought of my son
got me unloading baggage, unloading the gun
and the smile of the daughter melt the heart of the father (true)
I uploaded sounds so my songs bang harder
reaping these crops sowing seed I’m the farmer
and the truth keep leaking through my teeth keep
speaking this peace so my piece
don’t leave a nig&a leaking in the street
like piss in the alley behind clubs
I frequent for frequencies and empty love yo

Chorus

So I fell off the charts like the Fall, like Rome
fell like the Gospel fell out the tome
in came the brisk, out the days that’s long
out came the hustle and another song
I climb like the vine from the great depression
the Grapes of Wrath at the intersection of ill or angst
its either pill or dank the NyQuil or the Yac just to numb the pain
seek the spotless mind but the memory tanks
make me who I am, I got a lot to thank
for the insecurity, for the plenty faith
filling in the blank, for the Artists Way
for calling me a snake, that or a saint
for the love or hate, for the truth that I spake
for the friendship lost or the ones I’ve gained
listen up mayne
it Spring again.
Chorus

Looking good man, I’m waiting for “Drive”, thanks for these!

kokayi said:in the Summer man came the stunner
no bread, no Wonder, no clap from the crowd, no thunder
holding the ratchet to the chin, like one
2 fingers to the sun
but the thought of my son
got me unloading baggage, unloading the gun
and the smile of the daughter melt the heart of the father (true)
I uploaded sounds so my songs bang harder
reaping these crops sowing seed I’m the farmer

This is why ‘Wynter Of My Discontent’ is my favorite song off the album. Those are some damn sobering lyrics!

Osiris said:

kokayi said:in the Summer man came the stunner
no bread, no Wonder, no clap from the crowd, no thunder
holding the ratchet to the chin, like one
2 fingers to the sun
but the thought of my son
got me unloading baggage, unloading the gun
and the smile of the daughter melt the heart of the father (true)
I uploaded sounds so my songs bang harder
reaping these crops sowing seed I’m the farmer

This is why ‘Wynter Of My Discontent’ is my favorite song off the album. Those are some damn sobering lyrics!

Agrees!..
All the lyrics shows a lot of seriously intelligent writing..

kokayi said:Wynter of my Discontent

So I fell off the charts like the Fall, like Rome
fell like the Gospel fell out the tome
in came the brisk, out the days that’s long
out came the hustle and another song
I climb like the vine from the great depression
the Grapes of Wrath at the intersection of ill or angst

 


I entirely agree with Osiris, Wynter of my Discontent is off the hooook. The metaphors, the everything of this album.

Quite honestly, Kokayi is the shakespeare of the new age.

fuck reading his sonnet’s in my English class, we should be analyzing Robots and Dinosaurs. I still wanna hear Summery, I didn’t have the cash for paleo-pack. I did get the pre order though!

Keep leading the followers.

DRIVE

Ay yo I seen her at the car wash
her Beats on blast
Watched her pull up
A cat made a pass yo
high beams flash
she gunning the gas
and then she pulled in & stopped and then she parked real fast
I said easy ma it’s no need to speed
You know the gas prices high
I got what you need (love)
A tune up? you need a good waxing?
Let’s put it into gear
And see what’s hattnin (happening)
I’d love to take you for a spin
So she popped open the doors and said hop on in
low miles on the PYT
said she had something special for the boy to see
opened up the hood showed me the engine
Then I slid in the key mayne I got to dippin
Oil levels they was wet and hot
and yo I knew I hit the spot when her idle stopped
I said

Chorus
Drive
I hope that you can turn the key
And baby if you really wanna ride with me
What you got? (Hey)
Where you park?(Hey)
You got a drop and about to hit the spot love
Drive
And you sure love to ball
You bout round the curves don’t hit the wall
Bring it back (Hey)
Another lap (Hey)
You pay the tolls and
I’m about to work the map love

Now it was all tricked out with the candy paint
She got a Foos kit shoes bout 28 man
Tre 50 she got a lot of power
I said I got the right tools if you got about an hour
But it’ll take just a minute to see
You get no quick jiffy lubes if you roll with me
I got the Midas touch set your mind and ease
And I’ll have your engine soundly singing in a minor key(meineke)
Timing belt off alternate positions
She’s grabbing on my shaft yo I’m working on her pistons
said easy girl it’s no need to panic
I’m a ASE certified body mechanic (now)
no matter if its foreign or domestic
I wax buff lube tune thoroughly inspect it
Thoroughly inject get fluid topped off
Shamwow!!
How you want it love? hard or soft

Chorus

Listen
I said, she said she drove a stick
Yo I said how well
She said it’s good enough to keep me out of jail yeah
pedal to the floor
Swung open the door
Took a hold of my knob and she shifted up to fourth (ooh)
Burning rubber she took off fast
So I hit the cruise control so we could make it last (now)
New tires her engines all stocked
Hydraulics all good man she loved to drop
Tops off this here won’t stall
I’m shining til its blinding got that armor all
no brakes and it’s a full time show
And her tachs in the red she’s about to blow
I started grinding gears so I came in last
But she came in first she got that checkered flag
The winners circle she popping champagne
Told her hit me if you ever want to race again
She said

Chorus

HIYA
Man ain’t wise man ain’t super
Man ain’t fly man will dispose of those he
Despise by any means schemes and lies
Just so man appears righteous in man’s own eyes
Fuck it man um tired of man landing on
Land he desires then killing the man that
reap sowed cultivated the planys and
Man he clever yo he covet he wife
And then he scam he treasure
Son him on some knowledge like, man we never
Was no kings go figure
So who de man? I am Gods son one Lamb
Abraham, Ishmael, Japheth, Shem, Ham
Issac to Jacob man ain’t loving thy neighbor
Man all caught up in what he done bought up
G5 flights, good credit, black cards, man favors
Listen son they Chachi’s of the game they cousins to the coolest figure
Cunning hams smart swine wiser to the true and living
Man’ll get you with that Mantan what you doing Willis?
What you talking bout?
Rain man, all drought
Blocks dry Gobi so who is u man? Kunta or Toby, Nino, Malcolm
You Akhenaton Imhotep philosophy
Starting like i’m Martin grab a fighter start a fire Salassie I

Chorus
We Gon take you higher then where you been before
What are you working toward?
What are you fighting for?
We Gon take you higher, just get some wings and soar
Than this you’re so much more, we out so hop aboard
Taking you higher

Now Woman is queen the mother earth bearer
of the seed Isis with devices and the feminine wiles
Fulfiller of your widest dreams
woman is Eve a rib out the side controller of pride
Molder of the clay beholding of the wise
from the womb uncivilized I arrive
Yemoyah birth the stream of conscious
from her oceans of promise
Through her we conquer
remove her we falter, man
Pac said it we get our name game pride
shame talk sight light life
yet we cause her ill will pain strife
woman is that gift that prize church
that bride, to be holding to cherish
beyond the golden fleece
rings dollars and cents
it all makes sense to me
all the power moves the chess piece the she
counter to your id the mama of your kids your we
the us from dust we came and to dust we shall return
But never would entered without the earth
Man I never would have clutched it, purse
We so vain(vein), nurse take the vital stats
She ain’t kinda sorta man
Woman is that aorta
Pumping the life back
No pressure love I’m loving you right back
Kept me on the right track
Respect elevate celebrate meditate
Yo we gonna be right back

Chorus

Believe It

I told them
Got no ethos
We ethered fade away all Coleco
No vision I ask young how we go
So wrong more strong folk needed
Dance on eggshells not to hate we speechless
These streets don’t love you
Just hug you to death with the heater
Collapse yo a lung in your chest
With a raised eyebrow like ya mom
when she smells all the purp on your breath
now how you beefing collecting rent money
that he slang for one forked tongue
out the other say we pray for his soul salvation
when check to check how you live
hand to hand he making
ends meet shoes heat food eat grace
that’s the hypocrisy of this rat race running all the time
you all in last place and then you find out your silver linings all plate
like
yeah

Chorus:
now the devils at your door you heard the breathing
served your time and God says just receive it
you can’t believe it
but there’s a reason
you can’t believe it

like it or not life serves the gumbo stew pot
okra one ladle Andouille the next no tomato
just breathe get rest eat right look left
and post no bills love that you can serve
and hold no ills cuz, because you won’t learn
karma’s a bitch and check it she heated
the way you treated yeah just might be some crops you once seeded
and you’re reaping now
they don’t own you naan(nothing)
but listen keep your hand on the plow
because you’re better than any scarlet letter
they pinning on your lapel
label misspelled misconception
they type is stereo or mono
they can’t listen well they sing soprano
no tony tolls bell vice verse no curse
listen up nothing beats your self worth
so
Yeah

Chorus:

Shine

thank you, sir!
you the best!