[Verse One: Pip Skid]
If UGK's in the headphones that means I ain't secure
I'll be drunk on rap, could make you cry like The Cure
Arms swinging
While I'm walking, shit talking
Slit your belly and tell you to quit gawking
Rocking the free world in front of Captain Nonsense
This ain't conscious rap, it's rap with a conscience
I've been on the pen since Long Live The Kane
This ain't dead, the strong still rule the game
You got [?] to gain from one song, pay $1.25
You could've got two of our discs, seen us play live
For the same price, we keep our game tight and affordable
With real dope breath control, nice and audible
Then chase the beat like a dog off the leash
Like a clean cut guy trying to cop a piece
Papa Pip preach about the ills of the police
So we dump 'em in the trash like a press release
Rest in peace to the rest of this beat
Cause Mcenroe and I, we make an album complete
P&C the elite, despite record sales
And look real good like full record shelves
This rebel yells spread across this Earth turning
People discuss us in different languages, ears burning
Earning respect
Can you imagine how boring the rap scene would be without Peanuts & Corn
C'mon!
[Hook: Mcenroe] {x2]
Pip Skid c'est magnifique
Mcenroe, il est un banging beat
P&C keeps rolling like the King & I's jeep
While the rest of the world it will continue to sleep
C'mon
[Verse Two: Mcenroe]
We be climbing ladder approaching this peak
Leave your broken down like the stade olympique
Had to just speak on a head who just reeks
Played the back for so long, time to wet this beak
Get a piece of your biz like I'm Don Fanucci
Wearing bootleg suits like some fine Versace
Dimes and hoochies think that I'm just goofy
But there's a line of newbies who can rhyme thanks to me
Ready for prime time now finally
Where to recognize so I can dine for free
Less type stress it's satisfying to me
As I teach you life lessons in irony
Dreams of hanging around on the French Rivera
All came crashing down on the silliest of errors
Ill for me to bare the brunt of the criticism
You can front but I'm strapped with my cynicism
Insane to view you with anything but disdain
Who knew how many would identify with Pip's pain
Want to have a sound so a body finds this lane
Didn't hang around but they left behind a shit stain
I'm on quest like a modern day Tin Tin
Didn't play your best so we sent you to the sin bin
Know you tried to cheat but your homies got your peaked
So we blast past you geeks like all the [?]
[Hook: Pip Skid]
If UGK's in the headphones that means I ain't secure
I'll be drunk on rap, could make you cry like The Cure
Arms swinging
While I'm walking, shit talking
Slit your belly and tell you to quit gawking
Rocking the free world in front of Captain Nonsense
This ain't conscious rap, it's rap with a conscience
I've been on the pen since Long Live The Kane
This ain't dead, the strong still rule the game
You got [?] to gain from one song, pay $1.25
You could've got two of our discs, seen us play live
For the same price, we keep our game tight and affordable
With real dope breath control, nice and audible
Then chase the beat like a dog off the leash
Like a clean cut guy trying to cop a piece
Papa Pip preach about the ills of the police
So we dump 'em in the trash like a press release
Rest in peace to the rest of this beat
Cause Mcenroe and I, we make an album complete
P&C the elite, despite record sales
And look real good like full record shelves
This rebel yells spread across this Earth turning
People discuss us in different languages, ears burning
Earning respect
Can you imagine how boring the rap scene would be without Peanuts & Corn
C'mon!
[Hook: Mcenroe] {x2]
Pip Skid c'est magnifique
Mcenroe, il est un banging beat
P&C keeps rolling like the King & I's jeep
While the rest of the world it will continue to sleep
C'mon
[Verse Two: Mcenroe]
We be climbing ladder approaching this peak
Leave your broken down like the stade olympique
Had to just speak on a head who just reeks
Played the back for so long, time to wet this beak
Get a piece of your biz like I'm Don Fanucci
Wearing bootleg suits like some fine Versace
Dimes and hoochies think that I'm just goofy
But there's a line of newbies who can rhyme thanks to me
Ready for prime time now finally
Where to recognize so I can dine for free
Less type stress it's satisfying to me
As I teach you life lessons in irony
Dreams of hanging around on the French Rivera
All came crashing down on the silliest of errors
Ill for me to bare the brunt of the criticism
You can front but I'm strapped with my cynicism
Insane to view you with anything but disdain
Who knew how many would identify with Pip's pain
Want to have a sound so a body finds this lane
Didn't hang around but they left behind a shit stain
I'm on quest like a modern day Tin Tin
Didn't play your best so we sent you to the sin bin
Know you tried to cheat but your homies got your peaked
So we blast past you geeks like all the [?]
[Hook: Pip Skid]
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