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More (Vocal)
04:00
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Still snappin fresh
Like I just stepped out the basinette? /
a new child/ after while cashing checks?/
Outfits flashy neck/ nah balling like he Mannie fresh/ them flows hot, boy/
Watch me make your mammy sweat/
in a nanosec/ uncanny vet /Stanley S's/ manly essence touch the session such a blessin/ spray the place neck to waste 80s babies with obsession/ crazy faded an I'm flexing/ so perplexing while ya yoga pants stretchin/ fat fellas in skinnies/
new jacks jealous of Jenny/ cause she rock the purse better skirt sweater/
this shit storms the norm prepare for worse weather/ homegrown terror/ present day era/ still hard to kill/
in Charlottesville / never say never/
deep scars don't heal/ peel back scabs then all is revealed/ ill/ behold y'all fall
and kneel / guard ya grill/ fire from bars of steel / leave ya charred n grilled/
better go on give god the wheel/
last testimony and will/ I splash sip negronis and build... chill
Hook*
More...right after these messages
The original shit talk specialist
Go hard as the demons you wrestle with
Steam...water when the kettles lit
Rap apologist/ freestyle novelist/
hoping that the populous snaps out of
all of this/ prisoners of industry politics/ call it quits/ should've never let a bunch of followers become a part of this/
doing impressions when the essence is the art of it/ the soul and the heart and it/ spills over when it's real soldier/
for the weak a test of wills till you keel over/ and die in the apocalypse/
without a pot to piss/ absolutely not the shit/ outta here rocket ship/ my outerwear pockets/ get packed with profits get fat as I hop skip/ globe trot with the wife-kids/ life full of plot twists/ some can make you clock chips some can make your crotch itch/ gotta stay eveready duracell coppertop/ sip alkaline water Aquafina too toxic/ flowing like a Fiji spring / knowing ain't no easy thing/ let freedom ring/
pulling strings like Bb king
Bridge*
(“Luciiiilllle...hold you in my arms and everything’s all right!”)
Don’t forget I'm a husband and dad/
with two girls in undergrad two sons at
the pad/ I don't struggle to bubble they have more than we had/ economic rehab/ pockets deep as sea bass/ cyber coins clean cash/ steam stash/ drive slow/ fiends dash past careen and crash/
blow they last/ how my team trash?/ got my lil scene on smash/ u losin'/ what's worst than last? In the first place/
Upstate NY was the birthplace/
But Naptown I got to first base/
each verse placed/ got my first taste/ can't say I ever got Merked, laced/
nope never for better or worst case/
get up early and work late/
Antonio Hardy/ get the job done no time to party hardly/ we get it in when we can tho / stano could drop gems on banjos/ Drop hems on sandals/ That wasn't the plan tho/ all of a sudden POOF a scandal/ now let me introduce you to McDaniel / then again if you’re used to the sambos/
he's probably too cool to handle/
...but you know how Span goes
Hook*
More...right after these messages
The original shit talk specialist
Go hard as the demons you wrestle with
Steam...water when the kettles lit
Charged up or lounged out on
Some mellow ship
Go through hardships
so we can fellowship
As gold medalists up high on a pedestal
Like medical but way more better though
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More (Instrumental)
04:00
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Handyman (Vocal)
04:18
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I Kue you shoulda told me the track got back she all up on me I'm not tripping I've got the equipment I'm up to performing and handling business I'm welcomed warmly a disarmingly charming bear witness a man on his fitness these microphone misfits ridiculous corny like hoosierville fields the fans adore adulation pouring stock is soaring while these cocks are snoring infighting and warring we in the thick of it kickin it touring
hard to differentiate night from morning hype from boring now
They wanna act up Sanaa sigourney puttin on- for a shot at the don black
modern day fonz how they flock to my arms and Rock to the song a mic in my hand is like a wok to a Wong... get it poppin on prawns set it off get it on shrimps n simps we ain't stopping til dawn ...buenos Dias top of the morn and serve it up w tortillas Mira amigas the flavor intrigues ya after one taste that's what makes em believers freaks and skeezers Free w the sleeve n pleasing the geezers...gotta little pull tiny tweezers heavy breathers stop it just leave her I don't have the stomach for underachievers
Yeah... handyman w the tools help u do things right Stanley can and he do
Repeat
Or does...thought you knew what it was
I got it
Don't worry bout it
I got it
They don't wanna see it/ how they gon believe it/ ye of little faith/ just say your grace and eat it/ bass in your face/ crevices and creases/ to the furthest reaches/ deserts to the beaches/still studying the game/ cold beverage in the bleachers/ ain't learn a damn thing/ ain't nothin you can teach us/ chains n champagne/ but what's bustin thru ya speaker/ makes it hard to maintain/ like a white on white sneaker/ this a blacktop game/the sky is the limit / and we stay above the rim/ win love to rub it in/ in the wind like a double chin/ go do it again/ in a new time zone/ dropping rhyme poems/ like pine cones/ like I'm prone to do when I'm home/ blingalingaling steam gettin his shine on/ flinging these schemes/ like a terror from a bygone /era/ what you ain't see the signs/ lookin at my omega it's about that time /Stanley steam smith and his gift of the rhyme/ he's just in his prime/ plus the spouse n the house are beyond cool excelling in school/ we instilling these jewels/ and revealing these fools/ I stay spillin’ ‘cause I’m still in the mood
Yeah... handyman w the tools help u do things right Stanley can and he do
Repeat
Or does...thought you knew what it was
I got it
Don't worry bout it
I got it
The name rings bells from coast to coast/ supplying dope you ain't gotta overdose to cope/ Dana Dane cashmere overcoat and a rope/ staring like you scopin the pope in the flesh/ sans the crushed velvet/ never enough helpings/ of cake-wedges butter cream edges/ Shits shaping up like the hedges/ cleaned up my credit/ I think I'm a veteran/ been around a second peddling medicine / To those sick of settling for lesser than the best of mankind when Stan rhymes it's land mines / of relevance claim they the truth in the booth they ain't tellin it/ ....pure ignorance conniving in elegance/ my team hit the scene as if
arriving on elephants/ striving for excellence/ thriving we represent/ surviving the excrement/ they throw at us/ no matter/ we straight/ me hate?/ not in my pedigree/ /whether behind or ahead of me/ ch-ch check out my melody/ witness the colors that you never see/ word to ledisee / I suppose ya choice got the golden voice/ you'll never be on my level b/ caaauuse I'm in a class by myself/ old man rappin from his heart / for health/ art and wealth / tarts they melt/ like ice/ I'm the sun at its height/ shed light /catch burn/ break night/ awake hype to take flight/ nothin to lose but dead weight...right?
Yeah... handyman w the tools help u do things right Stanley can and he do
Repeat
Or does thought you knew what it was
I got it
Don't worry bout it
I got it
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Handyman (Instrumental)
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I-Kue Recordings Nashville, Tennessee
I-Kue Recordings was put together by the infamous West London collective Bugz In The Attic former member Daz-I-
Kue.
This label is opportunity to show the depth of his musical taste from new skool boogie to hip-hop to raw jazz and more
Also its outlet to show off the potential of new artists & producers, that Daz has come across, who will be given that undoubted I-Kue polish & shine
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