Very Bad Things when Angle and Gadema back at it again, chopping about experiential learning. "The more you know, you know you don't know shit." That's truth.
lyrics
What I have to tell you, may come as no surprise.
You’re not as wise as you think. Open your mind, not your eyes.
Angle Verse 1:
The more you know, you know you don’t know shit. But, know-it-alls run around stretching their lips.
Jumping on dat, throwing out diss, making decisions, but they’re not equipped.
Saying, “This won’t happen.” And “This will happen.” Like we control the days and time passing.
Blow that passion. Just go to the younger version of Angle and ask him.
How you might act, and choices you’ll make, depend on the situations you’ll face.
Matter of fact, your voice is a waste, until, you sit, yourself in that place.
Bigger the dignity, louder you shout, dimly lit, fit for a skipping about.
Another man’s sneakers, you’re filling them out. Figuratively, you’ll figure it out.
See, as a youngin’, you couldn’t tell me nothing.
Skilled at the art of bluffing, now I’ma sit right here and learn something.
Trials and tribulations, compile to give you patience.
Surviving them mutations, realize the juice that you wasted.
Take a pie in the face and see how the humble tasting.
Erase, cut and paste, retrace the line that you’ve been basing.
Yeah. And now you know better the next go.
That’s what you call, setting yourself up to be blessed though.
Hook:
Don’t take for granted your history.
Yeah, recognize it when you’re autographing it.
You just don’t know who you’re going to be.
Shit changes and you can’t control the half of it.
Accept that and you’ll be free.
Swerving lanes and then you cruise control and laugh a bit.
Here we are, back in it, to hit you with the rapping wit.
Never left, conception, opposite immaculate.
Gadema Verse 2
Hook Repeat
Angle Verse 3:
You know they’re adding them sheep, before I walk in the building.
They’re going Ambien deep, when I’m Talking Story with feeling.
They roll in REM sleep, like Tina across the ceiling,
No Dozing on Elm Street, then I’m ghost when the lids peeling.
I’m woke, but ain’t dreaming, since I broke free of a demon.
For the fresh O that I’m breathing, that’s seeming to be the reason.
Like a priest poking a heathen, ‘til the devil’s region’s freezing.
And he won’t believe in leaving, ‘til he’s screaming with the legions, huh!
Gadema Verse 3
Hook Repeat
credits
from Cygnus Opus,
released June 15, 2018
Produced by the Dust Collectors.
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
