summer's song - rob "the kid' rico
. . . and so the journey began. the steps laying behind him only serving to inform the path ahead.
HERE IT IS! SUMMER STARTS NOW!
this is the FIRST SINGLE of 3 i'll be releasing EVERY FRIDAY until 8/28, when we'll be dropping 'introducing: the kid"! There's a lot that went into this all and this is just the tip of the iceberg... love you all, be well, stay safe.
stay tuned and PARTY LIKE THE WORLD IS WATCHIN'.
/ summers-song-rob-the-kid-rico
beat - Hanto
mixing & mastering - Rob Harkness
written & performed by Rob Rico
lyrics:
Como esta? Me llamo Senior Rico
spitting like I work in porn, flows juicy as Tampico
Sure-win like a free throw, when your looking at me though
Take it up up, n’ down down I must be using cheat codes
Y’ all been negligent, the rap game aint competitive,
you threaten it’s existence, resistance comes your surrenderin’
Pandering back and forth, so who could lead the way
like you really got limos, fur coats and cartier?
curiously coming and killing mics like i was personally pushed to precisely be,
everything you ever wanted to be now you have no reason left to be fightin’ me
I've been heightening, exciting in igniting a phrase , spaced out in place
lightning gon’ leave the pen with all the power to pave the way
persuade to be patient while plowing players through the pavement
public pursuits with prowess prior to people thinking I’m playing
shaming the plumbing while rubbing elbow grease in the industry
is it me or is the corporate entity the enemy
morbidly make ten more of me, pumped with more morphine
than fourteen seasons of power rangers mid-morphing
force feeding auto-tune and mumble rap with yelps, gold chains
overly-produced beats, bad rap, and novocaine
you need a lyric my spirit can hear it
while rearing the ugly stepchild of rap and industrial steering
I’m fearing by clearing my throat, all eyes are on me
I'm stepping to the podium with the sodium of a saltine
It’s insulting to the instrumentation across the nation
you'll see lightning leaves my fingers while my pages are blazing’
the occasional stable rap staple comes on through
so I throw my hands up like here “What did I do?”
Bridge
Oh, No. Oh, No.
There it is.
Had to go and take a break
just to add a bridge.
Stop the track. Bring it back with the boom bap
Too strapped in too know what’s happening’ I’m grappling
with everything that’s been stamped in to my brain
I don’t need change, I just need another margarita cuz I'm out.
It's my Summer's Song, my summer song X5
I’m all seeing obscene in my meaning, a fiend with the facts
I’ve got the good omens and jack, to be jacked up on dopamine
I done bounce and snatched, just like a games jacks
that never happened, I’m cramping’ my own style.
you tell me “Be on the track” Now I’m sweating like Conrad Murray on trial
I got some verbiage discretely heat-seeking in the intermission,
in addition to plot twists, I leave you superstitious.
Vicious in my prime, teeth gnawing every rhyme
got diabetics neurotic with every sweet line.
I don’t need cannabis, if half of these savages need care packages
from their mom’s with capri-suns, snickers and some ham sandwiches
back to your classes I know your ass is slow as molasses
See I’ll Hire a translator to kick ass in multiple languages
have these practices faxed over with facts and a four leaf clover,
No time to breathe now I promise my verse is promptly over
I’ve Been kicking these kids along for too long while the bomb has been lit, n’ it’s really legit
now exquisitely viciously kill these mics and hittin' these tykes like whoooo!
You can find "Summer's Song" streaming on Spotify @: https://open.spotify.com/track/4JSqBK...