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lyrics
DRENT:
Ya setting standards, but really don't set none
Giving birth to styles, acting like step sons
Incompetent, face the music or a consequence
If I say, "I don’t like you" take it as a compliment
Either step to me or walk around and tip toe
I got your album and didn’t listen past the intro
I kept it on the low but relatively speaking
When ya say bring it back…it ain’t worth repeating
I’m tired of rapping, ya don’t seem to get it
Nowadays, hunger and hustle feels desperate
I’m an emcee first, always been a Wordsmith
How ya fed verses, your performance is malnourished?
I’m just upset with how things progressed
I’d rather transcend, ya’ll just follow trends set
I’m left without options…the pens to my temple
Reflective surfaces, I look down on who’s resembled
Kleenkut:
I heard gangstas move in silence, my minds wildin
Suspecting biased rappers speak vibrantly violent
If it were real they'd be quiet, not lyrical riots
Type writing shit, their words can't flip scripts
Doesn't ring bells in the end, no ones left in a crypt
Real killers don't run on tracks, fabricating facts
They walk across streets, hands full with smoking gats
Not utensils, so how'd you build your credentials?
Story time, I fall asleep over nursery rhymes
Concocting tall tales with large scale disbelief
Whens the last time real beefs been cooked over beats?
Usually grilled great, over skillet grates on long trays
No debate, you can't argue with no murder case
I can tell from someone's exhale alone if they're fake
Motherfuckers who pretend thinking we'll easily bend
Will learn the hard way of writing like cursive in pen
(Hook - Drent & Kleenkut)
What we both see is matter of perception
Two different people with a opposing perspectives
Double sided mirrors...different reflections
Look in one direction, it’s what’s reflected
Kleenkut:
It's not as easy as the flick of the wrist to extend or flex
It's about mastering when to tense and when to rest
See, I roll up on crews necks like sleeves on sweats
And take respect from the hardest man in your whole set
Shouldn't misrepresent characteristics from you
Come correct, no ill intent and stay true
Don't present material too dense or leave exposed
Never half step for show, only say what you know
Four lessons, it isnt hard and time to start, or depart
No forgetting, cause someone will test ya heart
This is how who I am blurs lines like runny ink
And I'm more sincere than emcees care to think
Vivid image, detailed descriptions, exquisite diction
Gets people to listen, whether or not its non fiction
Not saying you can't spread your wings when winds pop
Just pay attention to your feathers when following flocks
DRENT:
Yo, this shits garbage, how you thinking you’re the hardest
The difference‘s mines an art form, you’re just an artist
I rap on days off, you struggle on off days
I’m out making moves and record in a crawl space
I guess that means the team’s more tight knit
I got a table of contents, your shits counterfeit
I’m like Tony...Mahoney laced me that Scarface
Ya’ll better stay in your lane and refrain from the car chase
I’m driven...ya’ll just acting ambitious
Saying “fuck these hoes” but still rapping like bitches
Wanna get outta pocket, I’ll give you the business
I’m not raising my voice when I say you’ll get lifted
I’m on a new level...ya’ll refuse to track the movement
Fuck constructive criticism, ya’ll don’t show improvement
I got class, I surpass and keep it cool
Fuck the new school...go and get me some better students
credits
from CRUEL HAND / CRUEL WORLD,
released May 1, 2018
All songs/lyrics written by ILLwords (Owen "Drent" & Christopher "Kleenkut" Collado)
Produced by Tony Mahoney
Recorded @ Crawl Space by Joe Brown in Dover, NH
Mixing & Mastering by Nicholas "DJ Head Honcho" Sorel @ DNGR. Studios
DRENT & Kleenkut a.k.a. ILLiterate Wordsmiths aren't just a play on words. ILL WORDS are a deadly combination of haymakers, hard hitting punchlines, boom bap beats, and knock out performances that'll make any MC hit the deck!
