Denzel Curry – 95 TIL I DIE 94 TIL I GO Lyrics

[Intro: Denzel Curry]
Yeah, yeah, what it is, what it is
It’s 2010 and I was born in 1995
See, my dawg Halo, he was born in ’94
So I’m just gon’ do
What we do ’til I go, you feel me?

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Slice your ass up like Jedi master
They call me [?] but I ain’t a pastor
Any nigga get it twisted might end up like Caspar
Niggas asleep, well, the kid is nightmares
I’m the flyest kid ever, like straight out of Con Air
Don’t flare ’cause the next man might need a spare
It’s not a joke, bitch
I don’t shoot, I make tricks, my words too real for fake shit
Five hundred all in the same chain
And they like “What the hell?” at the show, House of Pain
And I’m not [bustin’ spikеs?] but I’m on a manic train
And y’all niggas need to stop, put you to sleep like Mr. Spock
And this the entеrprise, why y’all lookin’ at the sky?
I must be the truth ’cause y’all paralyzed
I am the kind looking for a queen
This is self-attested just like the thing
This is like a movie ’til it stepped on the scene
There ain’t no whips when I’m lookin’ for the cream
With a AK-47 so test my regime
Don’t mess with me ’cause I’m a murderous machine
I flow like a sailor, and I beep like a pager
I hang with little West but I wouldn’t fuck with Taylor
Not even with two fingers
Mystical, I’m in danger, seeing colors like the Power Rangers
Niggas is like petro ’cause my shit is too retro
A long distance like metro
Homie, I’m too real on this mass appeal
Too real on this mass appeal, I’m gone

[Segue: Denzel Curry & Halo Kidd]
’95 ’til I die
Yeah, hah, Halo, nah

[Verse 2: Halo Kidd]
Listen, I’ma let the clip slip then
Bullets attachin’ like the vision
Ain’t nobody stayin’ alive when my shots in precision
Will I stay hot like I’m cookin’ in the kitchen?
Dead bodies drop like noodles, instant
Life goes on, proceed, progress
Everybody die, who might go next?
Tears fall down then you take a deep breath
But anyway, my voice [?] like I’m screamin’ in a [?]
Money longer than a city-state
Your bitch wanna penetrate, three girls with me
I should’ve played a [?], ‘day, ‘day, ‘day, yeah
’94 ’til I go, ho

[Outro: Martin Luther King, Jr.]
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.

Denzel Curry, Kenny Beats & Smino – So.Incredible.pkg (Robert Glasper Version) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ready
Go, go, go

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
I don’t write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two, one-two
It’s the nigga Denzel comin’ outta the ZUU
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you can see what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I’m on my
Packin’ cannons to crack Atlantis
It’s so incredible

[Refrain: Denzel Curry]
Lookin’ at your face is so regrettable
Better fix your mug, they gotta rush you to the medical
Doctor buggin’ out like Flik versus Hopper

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Untouchable to any window shopper, mannеquin
Flow scorch the back just like it’s Anakin
Smokin’ cannabis but ain’t no journals that I’m handlin’
Like, who brings thе composition to the competition?
There’s gonna be some consequences when I- (Look out)
Now lemme turn this to the judge and throw the book out
Then skew it on a barbie like a motherfuckin’ cookout
This rhyme is dedicated to every MC I took out
And ones that got the best of me so all you niggas lookout
Ay, yo, I chef mad flavors
Bitches suck the energy, it’s like a Lifesaver
Shave it off the top, it’s sort of like a lightsaber
Cheese grater, he’s greater
When they mention I, definition of the fly
And that’s why

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
I don’t write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two, one-two
It’s the nigga Denzel comin’ outta the ZUU
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you can see what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I’m on my
Packin’ cannons to crack Atlantis
It’s so incredible

[Break: Smino]
A’ight, I got this theory that all country niggas is related, you feel me?
Shit, we got Currys in my family, nigga, we might be cousins (Baby)

[Verse 2: Smino]
Back in your [?], nigga, I’m cut neck
Five in the mornin’, like, damn, boy, you ain’t up yet?
No fatigue and no [?], got a lil’ jawn at the crib
We gettin’ lifted like elevators and bricks
Then let me paint a quick, it’s Highsquiat, let me spark
I been on big ginger, I’m Bob Ross with the art
I got home this mornin’ and parked my car in the yard
Stumbled right into that coochie that I had left on the charger
Roll right over, check my DM and every message say, “Carpe
Like Smino, papi, you prolly don’t ‘member me from Wisconsin
I was baggin’ all the green, I bought you a couple packers
Told you that you the reason I still got hope in these rappers”
I’m like, “Huh, me? Lil’ old me?”
Brought the steppers out tonight and I ain’t talkin’ Frankie
At the Beverly, I seen my dawgs, watch the stanky
Came along from Parker Grove, parkin’ in, mm

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
I don’t write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two, one-two
It’s the nigga Denzel comin’ outta the ZUU
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you can see what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I’m on my
Packin’ cannons to crack Atlantis
It’s so incredible

[Outro: Denzel Curry]
Lookin’ at your face is so regrettable
Man can make corrected control adjustments
To compensate for certain electronic and mechanical malfunctions
Look out

Denzel Curry – Ultimate

Ultimate Lyrics by Denzel Curry

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates

Great, eliminate like ElimiDate
Hey, young boy had to penetrate
Face, young boy done caught a case
Bang, now his mama living with the pain
Wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay
Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate
Now a nigga harder than the head of the state
Denzel Curry is the new candidate
Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
Stop this shit, chop your esophagus
Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it
Dropping it in her esophagus
She get so nasty, in public she classy
Perhaps she is able to swallow it
Girl, I can make you a star
Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch
Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
Narcissist, part time an arsonist
Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch
Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus
Dearly departed, it’s done when it started
So now that I’m living so harmonious
Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate
I am the best, there’s no politics, bitch, I’m ultimate

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates

Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
Open the internet, photosynthesis
Put up parentheses, temporary
Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life
But yet the question is is he fake, is he real
What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up
I’ma sever it when I sever shit
I kill ’em, no Kony, these niggas ain’t homies
Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly
Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic
Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
Flow like a foreigner, I’m the torturer
Out of South Florida, call the coroner
Killed in the corridor, I’m the overlord
Rhymes like a sorcerer, I’m an animorph
Bitch, I’m a beast
Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me
K to the I to the N to the G
Claim you the hottest, but I disagree
Better love something than get a degree
This for lord infamous so R.I.P
Arrivederci, bitches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty
Like it’s mandatory, ending of the story

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates