Okay now this is epic. The well-appreciated worldwide posse cut of the album, this one started off as a simple turntable outro before morphing into a full song of it's own, and the most grandiose one of the project at that. The longest song, with most audio tracks, the most minds coming together, and the most difficult one to finish. But well worth it.
This proves to be the first appearance of two newcomers to the Noguano fold, in Oaky and Full Body Durag, as well as an old favorite in Aubject. Voila.
lyrics
Aubject
Whose dirty ass fingers in my cookie jar?
Just another Energizer with the battery charged
I might catch an assault 'n' a battery charge
'Cause my next move involves a getaway car
They say my hair all funky like Elvis
But my face buried in your female's pelvis
She tellin' me not to act so selfish
But I'm tellin' her that she tastes like shellfish
Catch me in a fur coat, until the day I die
With my bloodstained Bills hat cocked to the side
Wéye
You got it cocked to the side, I got my hat to the back
And if her booty is fat, you know I'm makin' it clap
With none of her hands, a couple of bands around a stack
I wouldn't throw it in the air 'cause I ain't got it like that, yet
Bills on the mattress like Monica knew?
And if I hit a lick, then my niggas breakin' bread too
Backtrackin' on the Atlantic, hoppin' continents
Rackin' up the compliments, saucy like some condiments
Common sense, better not pay me pennies for my thoughts
I got the deep, introspective bars hittin' the spot
24/7, ring around the rollie
Bring the chopper to the ops and then I leave 'em all holy, y'all know me
And if you don't then now you know
It's the Reel Deal Weye, Aubject, Noguano on the boards
Sharper than a double-edged sword
Sharper than Gillette I mean of course
Y'all don't want war, we don't drive a four door Ford
Pull up on you in a tank, like you got anymore shit to say?
Let it blast off, I don't spray
You thought it was a game, do I look like I play?
Checkmate, I am not the one, not today or ever
Get the fuck up off my dick, forever ever
Full Body Durag
Been with Weye since way back in the day
Full Body Durag got some info to relay
Achieving payback, recieving playback
Give me some feedback, you know I need that (You know I need that)
Mistaking myslef for another, never
I'm a clever brother, do what I must to discover foreign lands
Ain't treadin' on no boring sands
Though few in number I know I have adoring fans
Sortin' through important plans, I'll escort you through the forceful hands
Quarrelling with strangers, I'm dealing with dangers
And peeling my fingers, my skin's gone through the ringers
Numb from all the stingers but I'm making these humdingers
Come fuck with me, best of luck to ye
Oaky
Rhyming for cash just seemed illogical
But when I check the monocle, hip-hop's been opposite of obstacle
With focus on the dials of my FX range
This lazy eye compiles your correct change
I hear about shirts that fit a man's shoulders
Whereas I rock recycled hand-me-down
No brand to hold us
Well-used loafers and skipping combovers
I look duller than chauffers, the fella who rejected osmosis
Your image is looking like prisoners, figuratively speaking
Until big jumpsuits are worn by the fittest, claiming it's in season
Within reason, I wouldn't bend back for that
But perhaps, I'm just a little strapped for cash
credits
from Vague Vanguard,
released April 20, 2020
Rhymes: Aubject, Wéye, Full Body Durag, Oaky
Production, mixing, and mastering: Noguano
Co-producer: Mateus Gomes aka Boppers
Zambian rapper and producer Abstract Sekai fuses golden era hip-hop with ambient sound design and a heady cosmic philosophy. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2023
