INTRO
The name is Clifton Jennings… reporting for duty
They said this song’s a hit… sounds like it needs improvement
The name is Clifton Jennings… reporting for duty
Yeah I rap and shit… mostly for the groupies
The name is Clifton Jennings… reporting for duty
Ignoring copyrights like… somebody sue me
The name is Clifton Jennings… reporting for duty
I’m bout to kill the lights… now if you’ll excuse me
VERSE
Black out like a bad broad with a low tol at last call
On the beat like the batmobile on the street I spit heat… Cannon ball
No fat kid no swim meet no tsunami thank God
Just a man on a mission with a mic and a pen in position to ascend to a rap God
Woah woah woah back off… did you say ascend to a rap God?
Yeah did I stutter motherfucker when I’m done with this beat I’m bringing heat to your backyard
And if that’s hard to believe then you better get a genie and wish for a black card
To buy you a clue cuz I’m back in black chasing racks on racks like a rap star
Trampoline… blast off… Gasoline… blast off
And if you trample dreams you can suck my dick my ship’s about to cast off
Clifton Jennings on the beat other rappers lookin’ at their feet that’s the consequence of
Winning when you’re spitting that heat… roast another rapper on his own beeeat
CHORUS x 2
I just jacked Racks on Racks… The original rap was wack
And I never sugarcoat facts but these tracks are cracker jaaaacks
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024