Song I Sing (Clean)

Loer Velocity - “Song I Sing”
[Emcee(s): Loer Velocity]
[Producer(s): Donnan Links]

[Intro: Loer Velocity]
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, come on). One, two. (Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah). It’s just one of them things, uh. It’s just one of them things (Let’s go, y’all). Uh. Hey

[Verse 1: Loer Velocity]
I’m the shit and I know it. I clap my hands to show it
Shotgun flow—Brett Favre is how I throw it
I’ll row-row-row-your-boat it gently
In other words, I’m consecutive, rhythmic
Hypnotizing smoothness, conditioning simply
Classic, folks. On another note, don’t tempt me
A sucker for opportunity, so
Don’t let this independent drought start to look like room to me
Habitual line-stepper. Behind never
North Face in the winter—maybe leather ‘cause I’m clever
And, for all conditions, geared, whether treated
Sink into the groove however the rhythm needs it
What? The wind’s wise—house follow
Turnpike flow, ride the wheels off your Tahoe
Six-cylinder cadence killing the sound
One day, you might hear me say, “I’m world-renowned”

[Hook: Loer Velocity]
(Uh huh)
Loe is the name. Yeah, I started with a bang
But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That’s not the same thang
I’ll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang
(And don’t take this here for granted) ‘cause it’s not a game (I said)
Loe is the name. Yeah, I started with a bang
But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That’s not the same thang
I’ll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang
Brrrat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Yeah, that’s the song I sang

[Verse 2: Loer Velocity]
Yeah
You could save a bundle on car insurance
But don’t bet against the god (You don’t want those odds)
Five-to-one, harsh, uncompromising predicaments
Ushered forth in intolerable increments
Are the warm sentiments. Your chances growing slim
Intensive medical phonetically grim
Better luck playing the Horses. Hidden clauses
Is how I lose ‘em, abuse ‘em again and again
Sauce is thick like ragù on them niggas
You know remorse is at the root of abusing them liquors, so be
Easy. You got to crawl before you walk
It’s Yonkers, New York, home of the grime greasy
Pardon your talk when you come around here
Marksman spit’s been known to calm the ear
See sunset of whatever lies there
The hushed tone shout, proceed, and persevere

[Hook: Loer Velocity]
(Now)
You done heard the name. They say I started with a bang
But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That’s not the same thang
I’ll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang
Don’t take this here for granted ‘cause it’s not a game

[Verse 3: Loer Velocity]
Let me tell ‘em again just to make sure they get me
Can’t get with me. Feel the shift of the wind
Velocity’s not here for these dudes to befriend
Just respect how my thoughts have aligned with the pen
Bring karma to the chin of the big corporate types
The voice fanning the fires under the gripes
Louisville Sluggers and lead pipes with black
Tape for the grip—come equipped out the gate
It’s really no mistake how these dudes get duffed out
Claiming thug when they’re really Cub Scout. They
Get billy-clubbed out by the bass and treble (You know?)
With these highs and lows, I demonstrate what I’m about
Sublevels of the conscious mood knocking
Anything less than what’s been said’s not an option
On roads less travelled, footprinting scriptures (Say what?)
Roll up fuzzy green and then pose for the pictures

[Hook: Loer Velocity]
Now you know the name. They say I started with a bang
But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That’s not the same thang
I’ll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang
Don’t take this here for granted because it’s not a game (I said)
Now you know the name. They say I started with a bang
But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That’s not the same thang
I’ll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang
Brrrat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Yeah, that’s the song I sang

[Outro: Loer Velocity]
Yeah. Come on