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UNCLE TONY'S CABIN

by The Cornel West Theory

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about

Our culture is dying. Hip Hop is oversaturated with guns, drugs, sex and a fuck the world-get yours mentality. Everything is about glamour and wealth. Everything is for sale. There used to be rules. The rules have been thrown out the door in exchanges for money and relevance. Some of the gods crossed over because of the overwhelming call for a mumble-trap dominated sound. On the contrary, many rappers who's very success has been based on continual cocaine / money rap have also crossed into a sudden wokeness that could be genuine but feels more opportunistic because when gangster rap dominated the airwaves it became uncool to spit knowledge or be political in hip hop. Identity theft is big in hip hop. When did that become ok? When was it ever ok to pretend to be bout that life but you really aren't? Why is everything so over sexual and crime related? Why won't anyone say anything. Don't worry. We will.
PS - Salute to GZA and the whole Wu Tang family for the inspiration.
- The management

lyrics

Chorus

When the MCs came
to sell out 4 fame
and to get on
some had
2 throw gang gang
just to act insane
got the whole world
watchin y'all
shit's raw
it's a sickening pain
to watch the flames
where little children
could be born
Ahkdini flip the track
with the cut....

Verse 1 ( Dobbins )

The blak man is God
Gods don't rap about cars &
Sex slave broads
Your hard mirage is homicidal
Children praise these cocaine idols
That make it rain w fools pay
Their crown is a boule toupee
Who they think they are
Champagne stars Hollywood false
You win awards praising Jesus and God
Stop faking
Material nigga thank Satan
But u need that black Christian dollar
So make em holla
Pushing subliminal pentagrams
Masquerading as Allah
In songs u shoot your brothers
Disrespect daughters
Throw them killers in a frying pan
& they can go dining w Leviathan
I'm prying w iron hands
My posture and structure muster my soul
Strength that won't rupture
I won't be bought out
We fought hand to mouth in the poor house
Then you upgraded to a king of a whor house

Chorus

When the MCs came
to sell out 4 fame
and to get on
some had
2 throw gang gang
just to act insane
got the whole world
watchin y'all
shit's raw
it's a sickening pain
to watch the flames
where little children
could be born
Ahkdini flip the track
with the cut....

Verse 2 ( Tim )

I'm mainly known for
the ruff raps
while niggas mumble rappin like rugrats
these are the breaks baby
the game's on hubcaps
when did all the dope boys white turn pro black
ain't no heart in hip hop Kevin U know dat
yeah young
great scott
mona lisas
leaning towers
little ceasars
beefing over cheese
peace or pizza
MY GOD
they need a leader
they need to leave the LEAN alone
leanin on me
leave it on E
GAS
THOTIANA
ALI
butterfly effect
twiter birds and bees
JUNGLE BUNNIES
THE COOLEST MONKEYS
got the hood litty
shit is looking ify ify
is he real or isn't is he
did he write it? REALLY REALLY?
Fuck that Grammy speech
you spent your whole career shittin on the little guy
LITTLE NICKY
didn't I
tell u bout that devil's kitchen
now it's been gentrified
mathematics
XANS
addicts
add it till it's simplified

Verse 3 ( Dobbins )

So called woke niggas
Diss broke niggas
Not to long ago
U was broke nigga
Joke boaster
Blood soaked loafers
Ghost locus vocals
Genocide on wax
Hustlers hocus pocus music
Fans show love
While you call em cockaroachas
But u the darkened cucaracha
The hottest shottas shot us
But won't shoot the real foe
So rise out that blood pool
Or get milked ho slow
4 real bro

Verse 4 ( Tim )

FUCK THE WORLD
don't ask me for shit
yeah do it for the gram
go head smack yo bish
throw ya gunz in the air
black ops
load your clips
DON'T SNITCH
that's the rule
go head post the pic
click clik
B LEGIT
get rich or die tryin
meanwhile
they in the hood
still dying and WI FI'ing
we fallin but strapped in!
culture in a coma
I'm checkin my EBT
I could SNAP at any moment
that's word to JERZEY TWORK
AYE VERB
whatever happened to the X CLANs
The PEs
The JBs
The WILLIE Ds
12 years a slave 13 you RED GOLD & GREEN?
drug dealr business man
NO it ain't GINUWINE
TIMBALAND
MISSY
listen up
these ain't gentle men
they flex their green on the net
nigga it's WIMBLEDON
this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
just anotha case about the WRONG path
staight and narrow or your soul gets trashed

credits

released February 23, 2019
Produced by Tim Hicks & Ahkdini
Additional instrumentation by The Dirty Church
Lyrics by R. Dobbins, T. Hicks
Type 1 Records

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The Cornel West Theory Washington, D.C.

The Cornel West Theory is a band born in the belly of the beast, Washington DC. With the blessing and help of Dr. Cornel West, our goal is to help people reach their highest self.
Winners of the 2008 and 2015 Washington Area Music Association award for Best Hip-Hop Duo or Group.
We are the most dangerous group in music today!
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