1. |
Strange
04:05
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(lyrics)
(MusoNi)
By no means though
There's no innuendos
I'm just backed by instrumentals
make sense in this existential
Into the chase of the self-sufficiency paradigm
Pretty much the same things that comes to mind
When I respond kindly with optimism as a reflex
Every now and then I raid with reigns of tecs
Like Juju and Psycho
My train wreck of loops I can't let go
My style's off the wall
Like them Vans sneakers on stereos
(Fenly)
We winning
I don't need the score
Just putting numbers on the board
Got drip like the wine I pour
I'm swerving and I'm wavy
Like I'm on a boat
So she coming all the way
She wanna do this
I wanna do this
I made a move quick
She came again like I looped it
Trynna be lowkey
But got these eyes on me
Wifey a trophy
You get seen when you this clean
Getting green with the team
Where you find me
I don't need a thing
But loyalty and respect
This hustling got me set
Rock Supreme on the set
I'm supreme with my set
We gon make it in a sec
Knew I'd make it if I grind
Been on a different type of time
My whole life line
9-5 paying the bills
Then it's the studio
Stiiiiiilllllllll
They in their feels
Cause there's no time to chill
I'm just being real
(MusoNi)
Don't forget the mono
Outputs I shapeshift
Into rca cables
Where frequencies are enabled
Envy like Kain and Abel for high-fidelity
Sometimes it just don't matter im just tryna ride this beat
Or most times
I would say
It's MÜs I like to Parlay
Different from that french verb with same pronounciation
All things Black Silk meaning annihilation
Glitters ain't goldd
Watch your step my brethren
It's the late eighties in me
89er, that, book-of-rhymer
My mind start to trip like CTE like them football players
Inverted coming of age on my grown man shit
Why is he acting so, strange?
Cats be catching feelings and shit
Even in the Past tense
Textures that's dense
Cristallized frosty packets call us Ice cream men like Master P's
I'm still spittin amidst the virus
I'm back like Osirus
On top of the Empire State
Greedy niggas playa hate
And we out like this til the batteries run out
fuck y'all
(Fenly)
Told them bout the vision
They ain't listen
Doubters the reason behind the flexing
We busy grinding
Mind on the mission
Creating flows
With hints of wisdom
Been at it for a while
I was the 1st the plug would dial
Lost in the sauce and I went wild
Raging backstage
Feeling like I'm made
She rode me like an electric bull
To keep her mind off the bull
I'm full of it
The strings I'm pulling it
I got her saying things
Now things are getting strange
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2. |
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(lyrics)
(JNL)
This some rap shit,
Bring it back and you do that that shit
Yeah
I'm a rapper not a hooligan, who try do to us in..
You know..
Rapper not a hooligan..
You know the rhythm well
I Excell from the deepest well
See the weakest dwell
In the deepest hell
Shit is ill
Jah spit fire
Folks is fire
Camp balanced over bared wire
Bob Marley seek the higher
Reach the mind in a major way
I reflect and write the day
Check the Shades of grey
Tryna freak them in a special way
They need to rep they Jay's
Rep they A's
Before they step to me
Hey
Never rep the guns
But I rep the ones
Reverend
Tell em fight
Or they better run
The sun
The rain I soak em
Cd provoke em
And the gods awoke em
Shed the light from the solar system
Where my homies son Rise
Must of missed him
See my homie cold Train
In the Hella distance
Brothers working real hard Trynna make a difference
Listen
(MusoNi)
The shit is just a human construct
Populations had to be tamed it's like, getting starstruck
Black Silk bomber, hype, like wrestling in the 90s
I swear sometimes I do feel like I be in the 90s
What if i tell you: past is future
I present
The beast in me is sleeping
Black Silk, no going back..
Like, fucking with a black person
Inspecteur ambiance I ran away somewhere, in Compton (Quebec)
Out in the woodworks type shit for real
Flea market stereo system that's a steal
I'd burn, soho in flames like any sketchy facility
Stay alert watch out from them falsifying properties
Altered states of consciousness mind nest is limitless
Montreal swangin'
These are just nuts hangin'
It's been several days I've been thinking
Million ways to die be grateful to be alive
Yours Truly, Mus the spirit of '95
(Hook)
Slouchy in the afterlife talking like they got me! (*Saafir)
(6X)
(Fenly)
I say what they scared to say
Until they put me away
In the jungle I stay
Your skin can turn you to the prey
I keep my eyes open wide
To see through all of the lies
Im grinding day and night
To provide
For my people
And the ones that died
Im Pouring liquor outside
Not everyone survives
So
Ima ride or die
I'm up all night
Thinking how to get right
Fucking my money up
I need. It back
so I'm at the trap
flip a pack
Make some racks
Let it stack
9 to 5s
Help me survive
Music kept me alive
Making moves what I'm used 2
(MusoNi)
Peace to everybody in the Montree
And beyond
Peace to the 180g wudup Chris
Wudup Pro-V wudup Senz Beats wudup Dante
Wudup HK wudup P wudup Kaytra
Wudup Louie, Green
Everybody yanamean
Ayo it's like that
You got it silked that's when you never get the mic back
We doing it like that
Delving, constellations, of frequencies
Y'all know what it is so don't, get mad at me's
Or mines
First of all, make sure you got home some nice set of speakers
Or at least some phat headphones..
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3. |
Airport
03:16
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(Fenly)
We Making moves
To get you in the mood
Making tunes
Shoutout uncle Snoop
I been sipping gin juice
Since a youth
With my cuzzo in the coup
And Musoni on the loops
I'm in the booth letting loose
Spitting truth
If I ain't roll it bet I'm hitting deuce
These days I need a buzz
Drive bys can take you before the corona does
So once the pandemic blows
It's the airport trudeau
we go Im going ghost
Shades onLaying low
Yo
I'm the grind b
My shorty fine g
Your shorty found me
That shorty grimy
And moving sloppy
Yo
Once the pandemic blows
Its to the airport trudeau
we go
going ghost
Shades on
Laying low
I'm the grind b
My shorty fine g
My shorty fine g
(MusoNi)
I don't know why
This beat reminds me of some airport
Pan-am to San Fran where I'd prolly be the last black man
U saw that movie?
Muso, more liver than a play on broadway
So we just let the shit rotate
I'd rather bump All Eyez On Me or Eightball's first album
All over-your-head like a 59FIFTY
I DM'd Pete Rock hope he replies
I need that track The Youth from
Meccalicious
Im tellin ya The Hip Hop Head can be obnoxious
Fun fact there's no cursing at all on DOC's No One Can Do It Better
On top still
Hard as ever
I feel like, we, gotta destroy hip hop in order to rebuild it
Black Silk on the biggest sweep since that ol' crime bill
Thinking of some random place somewhere like Catskills
It's just like Organized Konfusion
Put some respect, on Prince Po
What's really on my mind though is that a thinking man is a danger to the world
But a overthinking man is a danger to himself
(*peace to Doggie Diamonds for providing this last bar!)
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4. |
Crossfire
02:14
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(lyrics)
(Fenly)
To the hating
I Been unfazed
Rather find ways
To get paid
Moving my way to better days
It's Fenly
Ask about me
I kill it everytime
Sound like a OG when i rhyme
Serving each line like nickels and dimes
Grinding in my city got me icy
Though I rather be lowkey
Move like I got a bounty
Watch my empire build Slowly
We stacking up
Was feeling stuck
Music is timeless
It cannot decay
I'm here to stay
I apologize for going away
Had it Italian made
I'm well paid
I grind all day just to get a payday
Where I'm from there's no aid
Huh
Roam till I got to my zone
Still on the prowl
No car she walked with me through the miles
All smiles
She been digging the style
The drip got her wet
Flex on my ex with next
Flipping my wrist like a chef
Ink on my chest
Mtl i rep
Mess with the team you'll get wrecked
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5. |
Hang Out Late
04:20
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(lyrics)
(Fenly)
We do big moves for the loot
I'm coming through
With my troups
To get amused
We drinking booze
Might pull up in coups
Above the roof
Where my mind be
Ask about me
Pure Hemp on my green leafs
Lately
I been icy
And on the grind you'll
Never find me
Unless the day one homies
Hit my line to get wavy
To unwind
I'm drinking Hennessy
With some iced tea
Then I watch my shorty wine up on me
Slowly
We party
Like we Making money
On the daily
Getting trippy with the bros
Never gets old
Whether it's sunny or cold
In MTL
We popping 40s
Way below zero
Smoking indo
Indoors of the studios
Huhuh
(Hook)
(Cause I like to hang out late with the homies) (*Meen Green)
(MusoNi)
We contemplate among other things
Coming to you live like them guitar strings
Exposing playa, hataz
Fiending for the clickbait
My man be like, wait
First let's finish this 40
Then we b-legit like the click
The best ideas comes up when im im the shower
But im so montree, Ville St-Laurent feels like the Pacific Northwest
And I had to confess
My team be the best..
(Fenly)
Ayo shoutout to my bros
Out here killing flows
Still after reaching the top
We on the block
Huh
I don't discriminate
Made it happen just to demonstrate
All it takes is faith
I'm who I want to be
I'm never fake
What you see is what you get
Bitch I rep the set
Young and feeling like a vet
Yeah
I really do this
We don't he most
Killing flows to blow smoke coast to coast
Living by the code how it goes
(Hook)
(Muso)
Cannot deal with these...
Unfit emcees
Why don't they just dance, or paint or sing like the Force MDs
On ghostface killah,
They were fire
Can't remember,
That particular song
Im peculiar with these niggas thinking they the shit I keep those extra clips
Just In case si ya un panique
I show up in the middle of a OK Corral with a charisma that's sick
And I charm the crowd and tax their ass as if I was the internal revenue
Services I be that gravedigga with those corpseses
I'm lost with no reception, hundred miles (kilometers) from Corpus Christi
...see, I'm too passionate and desperate
You can see me with the sign that says
Mikah 9 is the best rapper of all time
Im through with you
Like a wack ass cd I eject and throw it out in the freeway
Black Silk got sentenced convicted, did his time like Freeway
But on the flipside, we tell shit like it is since shit is misconscrewed
I like my shit raw, with a zest of attitude
Wrote this on my way to studio as usual
You guessed it, Random Mitchell
On a government coverup so I'm trying to make it covert and simple
Incognito it's that negro
Tell me what's on the table
Don't u wanna hear the sound of that gun that's under the table?
Setting up shop im selling tapes and watermelon, merci
Ah fuck it
coming back with the pen
Joe Pesci
and im out...
Yeah! Peace to my cousin The Bottom Line,
Peace to Bilo
Mark The Magnanimous...you famous
Huilly Huile whas da deal
My peoples at loop sessions
My peoples at librairie Racines
DJ White Socks
Pro-V
Giovanni Marks, for all you marks
Out there..and remember:
If you are the light, you are the path..
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6. |
Black Silk Shit
05:02
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(Muso)
Garment district flow
Black silk stereo
I'm panting and painting looks good on my canvas
Great Gatzby, a touch of fashion, stagnant
Fenly And MÜs, somethin deeper than Atlantis
Fuck a French fry we grill niggas, jour et soir
None of these basic niggas can fuck with my repertoire
I be, alpha omega
Harder than Cormega
Like those cats I stick up
Snatch crumbs and scrape up..
(Fenly)
I really grind
Flex to remind them
Some been forgetting im a killa with this rhyming
Young and im wilding
Environment built a wild man
Still I keep my city on my shoulder like a violin
Violent on a beat
I'm a beast on these streets
Doing anything to eat
Cause the fam got to feast
They loving the sound
We keep it so underground
But you'll never see me down
Whenever I come around
Find me in the metro
Lowkey I'm on stealth mode
Lit like a candle
Shoutout to the bando
Hustle till it shows
G-Code
Is the cheat code bozo
Acting like you ain't know so
Sticking to the code
Get you counting bankrolls
I'm killing these flows
Till I pull up in a Rolls
Accomplishing my goals until I'm old
Way below zero bro I'm cold
Way below zero so I'm froze
My lyrics incredible
These lyrics nothing but gold
I wake to get this dough
I wake up and get some more
Nigga
(Hook)
Things happen when you making shit happen
(4x)
Been busy killing flows
And getting dough
She calling me an asshole
I'm ignoring my phone
On a beat I'm going in
That's what's going on
Making bands
With the fam
And I'm going ham
Cold nigga
In a cold city
Ima turn nothing to something
And these niggas think I'm bluffing
I'm a different type of fly
Only my girl gets a reply
Leaving these other ladies on stand by
Why
Cause I'm done wasting my time
Fuck what they say
I'm on a wave
Nothing is bothering me
Build my empire like Legos
I'm Spitting this fuego
So much to live for
Living out my dreams
And much more
On a cruise to what's in store
Never been a bore
If you're fly welcome aboard
Huh uh
Huh uh
Shit gets real in the battlefield
Find me with the one that kept it real
Been trill
Still pouring liquor
For my niggas
Out here in the ville
MTL is cold as steel
Its cold 4real (burr!)
I stay with the shits
Every day I'm on a wave
Back in forth with my ways
To get paid always
I'm grinding until I hit the grave
Eyes on the prize
Third eye sees through your disguise
It's to late to apologize
I'm on the rise with my guys
Mind on mine fuck the rest
Test me know you're getting checked
All about a lick and a check
I gotta stay fresh with my set
We rep real city
She the coldest
Lose yourself if you lose focus
Lose your life if you don't know this
Nigga
(Hook)
(MusoNi)
Niggaz act like posers
End in comatosis
Shout to my homie Lotus
Every time rhyme
They always know it's time
To catch wreck in the 4th floor
Of the a1 stronghold
They book me for the right role
Of the nigga who don't give
No fucks at all
Just like Khadijah
Back in California
Seen too many of my bros
Harassed by the 5-Os
Just like in Montree
It happens here see
The first generations
Who just took the nation
By storm, troopers
It's been a while since I have toked on a hookah
For those who been asking yo im rapping like parappa
Against the powers that be
They can keep the pussy I don't want no bush,
Nor Clinton
Which btw the only Clinton i listen to is George
That's when I stumbled upon this woman that was gorge-ous
Im skandalous
Im scared to bust
A ten-point program
To avoid gettin smoked like Seagram
Amongst so many,
Others..
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BLACK SILK Montreal, Québec
MusoNi Igitego Colin aka
The Afro Spacecake
aka
CoCoa Puff
Muso
aka
Miscellaneous MÜs
aka
The C.H.A.R.M.
aka
Sir Random Mitchell Pamplemousse
aka
Mellancolin Musonics
aka
The Rapture
aka
The Frontierman
aka
Inspecteur Ambiance
aka
God's Favorite Reclusive Exclusive
aka
The Hunchback Of Montreal
aka
FMM Fufu Maintains Me
aka
The Spirit Of 1995
aka
The Montreewildstyle Loose Cannon
... more
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