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Culture Magnetic Video (MV)




Performed By: NMSXS
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Miles Buckner




NMSXS - Culture Magnetic Lyrics
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From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
Kill that noise, I'm here to fill the void
I channeled the master within like Bruce Leroy searching for Sum Dum Goy
Striking you with sounds making leaps and bounds
I'm it if you ask about my pronoun
The doc found a centaur doing my mom's ultrasound
Where I took my first trots became holy ground
Footprints of 40 Belows and Uptowns
Leaving crowds sensory aroused
And Joker's Smylex wasn't the cause for raised grins and eyebrows
When I retire, I'll drift around like Andre 3000
I'll be the bohemian strapped with a cornucopia
Stationed in an ancient utopia
This thing of ours is hot when I spin the block
Compared to others I hover in midair like Spike Lee's Double Dolly shot
The beat got molly wopped
I'm breaking ground in Hip Hop the way Frank did the Dim Mak
Worse than a karate chop
From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
Making systems knid-ock
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
Words have power so I'm making declarations
Word to my rib, the highest and my elder statesmen
These messenger birds are relaying revelations
My spiritual chamber is fully awakened
This gift of gab hasn't been forsaken
The drivel I hear is simple, I never spoke in layman's
I'm new school and old school, if your show sucks I'm hitting you with produce
Spoiled veggies from Whole Foods
I bury rappers so only their heads in plain view
On they necks like a stake in the ground catching horseshoes
Once the bars are EQ'd, my brand is renewed
And you can't duel with the iron mic sifu
This discipline is treasured, and I protect it
I get the credit, and this wasn't measured by metrics
The style and traditions are deeply embedded
In the one the streets selected, me, Culture Magnetic
With a reach that's global and domestic
From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
Making systems knid-ock
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
F*ck outta here bioch
F*ck outta here bioch
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English

From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
Kill that noise, I'm here to fill the void
I channeled the master within like Bruce Leroy searching for Sum Dum Goy
Striking you with sounds making leaps and bounds
I'm it if you ask about my pronoun
The doc found a centaur doing my mom's ultrasound
Where I took my first trots became holy ground
Footprints of 40 Belows and Uptowns
Leaving crowds sensory aroused
And Joker's Smylex wasn't the cause for raised grins and eyebrows
When I retire, I'll drift around like Andre 3000
I'll be the bohemian strapped with a cornucopia
Stationed in an ancient utopia
This thing of ours is hot when I spin the block
Compared to others I hover in midair like Spike Lee's Double Dolly shot
The beat got molly wopped
I'm breaking ground in Hip Hop the way Frank did the Dim Mak
Worse than a karate chop
From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
Making systems knid-ock
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
Words have power so I'm making declarations
Word to my rib, the highest and my elder statesmen
These messenger birds are relaying revelations
My spiritual chamber is fully awakened
This gift of gab hasn't been forsaken
The drivel I hear is simple, I never spoke in layman's
I'm new school and old school, if your show sucks I'm hitting you with produce
Spoiled veggies from Whole Foods
I bury rappers so only their heads in plain view
On they necks like a stake in the ground catching horseshoes
Once the bars are EQ'd, my brand is renewed
And you can't duel with the iron mic sifu
This discipline is treasured, and I protect it
I get the credit, and this wasn't measured by metrics
The style and traditions are deeply embedded
In the one the streets selected, me, Culture Magnetic
With a reach that's global and domestic
From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
From beating table tid-ops
Cyphas on the blid-ock
Showcases at spid-ots
Making systems knid-ock
I got the game lid-ocked
F*ck outta here bioch
F*ck outta here bioch
F*ck outta here bioch
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Writer: Miles Buckner
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