My granddad referred to food that stuck to your ribs as having mazebos. I loved my granddad, he had a boss rose garden which he tended to as an escape from my grandma.
lyrics
Sankofa:
These cats are soft as Cobra Commander nibbling candied cantaloupe
From behind curtains in CopaCabana decanter in a panic mode
Even their cartilage is plushly carpeted
And at that point, it must be hard to harness the spirit to resist the garbagemen
Flow marvelous,
Forget beef, I got Bravas Quality Meat, peep the marbling
Rap carpenter Coy Dog of words, an artisan carving past the market whims
Taking charge and barging in with twenty barges of power, no bargain bin
And in my cage crafted of ribs his heart is in the right place
No primal rage, more a steadily slow burn, setting alight the page
Got the mercury ready to bust the glass, and that’s the circuitry
I’ve got the dopest pair of SC trainers and they’re burgandry
No burglary, my spree is strictly trickery based vehicular paced
The learning curve is steep which is why i score ridiculous grades
I use heavyweight thoughts with ink that sticks to the page
While the attempted grab a quick buckers pucker up and drift away
Hook:
Indeed you need those
What are they, gazebos, maybe placebos,
nope mazebos cause they’re sticking to your ribs and we pose
In a bboy stance, though my dancing’s horrendous
Maybe JON?DOE can pick up the slack and stand tremendous
Indeed you need those
What are they, gazebos, maybe placebos,
nope mazebos cause they’re sticking to your ribs and we pose
In a bboy stance, cause Sankofa’s got the kicks for it
Just don’t expect flips forward in some sort of slick orbit
Or
The phalanges two places from my thumbs stand erect
leaveitupta Sankofa to pull a jango and bang the set
JON?DOE:
Listen homie, you can get to know me and the dick I hold
Same grumpy dad with an attitude... but the kids got old
find me on the porch with a drink- rickety bitch I scold
Makinemfold when I'm going all in with the chips I hold
Mix my flow, then I swallow souls over the drumbeats
Claiming it's my toll… u must be loco to go n compete
Catch me slow mo in a Humvee while she goes low with a tongue reed
Not an oboe but she blows DOE, I'm like oh no, then I'm done B
Hihhhh.. its naptime, see my eyes water
Reach back and give em a piece of my mind- why I oughta...
High quarter dry fjorder intermittent tide sorter
Venomous with vibes ontha guys infringing on my borders
Sock it em- build a wall. Barbecuing - grilled or raw
Mix syllables, my inner villain calls- he whispers kill em all
Bottom line, my thoughts align- i feel em fall… while murdering
These filaments of feelings meant to prove that I am still involved
Sankofa:
Shoutout to the stay fresh crews with the hypest of kicks forever on
You say grails, I say college savings funds, I got my message wrong
A mess is on the wrong foot, Bravas with Lucas Carter behind the lens
A pair of David Beckham Forest Hills splashed with the finest blends
The secret sauces, Agent Orange is the beat colossus
The keys to the kingdom unvanquished, freaking awesome
JON is handling language, pleased to meet your coffin
Note the appropriate head movement, you need to nod them
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
