KOKUJIN: Tha Mixtape

by Corn Tha Coon

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A practice session before tha release of GOLDNIGGER

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released 17 February 2012

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Track Name: Corn Tha Coon - N-Vocation
Here we go again wit tha same ol school
Cheerios again if they hate on you
Cuz you not doing it right if you ain’t something to talk about
Or follow on tha rise without taking a stalker route
If I get help from my friends, Joe Cockers out
Making these girls jump, so I can watch they knockers bounce
I’m tryin to kick it until I get scooped by soccer scouts
And celebrate victory, when sippin on these lager stouts
Then bound to shout because, I’m bout to be heard
Wit formulated actions as these alchemy verbs
I cater like a waiter so I doubt that he serves
To make enough bread to make it out of thee ‘Burbs
In this world now, you gotta focus or fold
Or find yaself in hell where tha locust’ll roam
Talk shit because most men are grown
But still let they folks invest doe in they own
To me, that aint a man, cuz he’s holding to home
He’d have shit, but would be broke and alone
But requires tha respect that people give individuals
In this nation under GOD, indivisible
But sick minds get admitted to tha clinical
Fearing whut you don’t know, be going since Biblical
Me doing work, they been knowin since tha interview
I’m tryin to blow like sax players on a tenor tube
Some people go against GOD, they just some bitter fools
Take ya vitamins, AHH, just like they’re beneful
Trust in family ties, because we kin to you
And get it out ya head that he’s just not into you
Unless you a crazy eyed trick
Digesting meat, well then maybe I’ll hit
Then she tried to slip it by like maybe i’ll miss
Puttin lettuce and tomato on and charging 89 cents
As an act of tha flesh
When it’s time to own, u think u passin tha test
In a flash, in a guess
Ya foot forward will it be average or best
To do these tracks, is not for tha thrill in me
But hopefully to teach, and make some money for stability
Track Name: Corn Tha Coon - Harriet Tubman
Verse 1

Nigs and darky's whut they end up calling us
Till hip hop came, now all they do is follow us
You know whut I mean by you people
Connect white wit pure and black wit 2 evil
Its nothing but ignorance that surrounds these hate fits
How is it 3/5ths of a nigga counts, that doesn't make sense
Thats tha beginning brother, a way there is no other
To avoid being persecuted for being a negro lover
Whether black like me, or Brown like Nino is
To tha lighter side of that, all that we know is
They black, and I call it out, figure
Tha Master fucked tha slaves to get tha house niggaz
So to that I proclamate emancipation
Of all those derived including Jamaicans and tha tha Haitians
This coming from Tha Nig, is whut makes it so valid
That's why I'm tryin to run tha underground like Harriet wit no malice
Thru wild line, but tha style mine
A dark outer wit an interracial child vibe
So i hope u get tha Kodak
Just something to know where we came so we don’t go back

Verse 2

Tha hot spit is burning proof, that I recite Sojourner Truth
So even if Lavar Burton had a perm, u couldn't burn tha Roots
But if you prefer to shoot, I stay wit 2 guns like Rosewood
Then I'm guaranteed Good Times like Ester Rolle could
So hood puffin scama, and develop like farmers
Flow nutty like anything by George Washington Carver
Tryin to penetrate tha game, in and out like a fuck fest
Holla at Daniel H. Williams, if u had enough stress
Thereafter capturing lots of hearts due to success
While others exhibited a style that Frederick Douglas (dug less)
Mugsy Bogues rose above, even tho he was deemed short
Then tried Thurgoods Marshall, just to SUpreme court
His misses, know that, I'm stating those facts
That its hard to go back, once yo ass go black
Langston hughes moods wit beatiful black writs
Tha rest can get Jackie, suck my bat bitch.....
Track Name: Corn Tha Coon ft. Choo - Corn Choo
Come wit me, I’ll guaranteed you’re never stumped
When u rock wit me and Choo, aka Professor Klump
You couldn’t get this funky, even if u messed wit skunks
1 in a million match make as Patti, Rach, and Destin huh
For tha lesson Dunce, I’ma passin it to my guy tho
Who will save in 15 or less, without tha use of Geico

I call it fire insurance. Are you in good hands?/
teach em bout the REAL son, unless you want a good tan/
it looks planned, they say my bars go harder than granite/
you call this "rap", but this is how we talk on my planet/
choo n coon, spewin doom, on these goofy foos/
wipe you out if u talkin ish like a booty, dude/
rap's Carlton. If I don't win, my cousin Will/
my Dad's the judge so I don't care what yo Uncle Feel (Phil)

Subtle skill from a dozen drills like butter silk
Whut to do for special K complete and utter milk
Cuz I'll kill Jada after I plan tha Will
From gettin hit wit thrust kicks followed by some Cannon drills
Would be like 7th heaven, with a Camden feel
With blessings over dinner wit Greco lamb and eel
Take tha next 8, and wreck it it's all u
Cause gymnastic backflips and Dominique Dawes dudes....

man I gotta be draws dude, the way i got this junk covered
I'm only here to speak, love God and love others
and to eat up all the noodles, then the dueces is chucked
my experience unlimited like doin the butt
doin these cuts like Nat Turner, track murderers
smash firmer when they try to back burner us
my mind's got a new clear. Now this cat is the bomb
dont want a rapper genocide so i'll pass the baton

I’ll take her down, if i make a pass at ya mom
Tonight I’m hittin skins, then I’m dashin at dawn
Damn tha dish liquid, man tha kids sick wit
Tha power to eat rappers in sandwiches, French Dip
Command you understand tha clan is big business
Get some toast for tha jelly, tha jams is exquisite
Youths never holding a hand against wisdom
That ideas shot down by SAM defense systems

God told me go, so look how the kid get em
Choo-Schnickens. Sum Dum Monkey thats spits venom
In T.W.I.S.M., I been revvin, I been driven
So enlist him, im lieutenant in this mission
But don't call me Dan cuz I stand on my own two
And I still fly like Brandon the Crow do
My Dad's the King of Hearts fam, I thot that I told you
Joker, I'm a ace. Royal flush when I go poop

No CHOO!!! And didn't wash ya hands that is so rude
I'm sittin on tha toilet, and you subscribe to Your tube
Spittin shit to make my ass fat, but no food
When u see this prick comin, bet that its more lewd

So true, for real, how do you expect us to act
Apparently we can do whatever cause the presidents black
Dog used to hate, now all these cats say is MEOW
Choo and Coon suckas, we ain't gay, but we out....
Track Name: Corn Tha Coon feat. JunioR - B. YOCH
NIGGA BARS... OFF THA CUFF... kNOW WHUT IM SAYIN... ALL THESE HOES.... SHIT

[CORN]
I DO THIS FROM MORN TA NOON
BITCH! YOU AIN'T A NIGGA, I'M CORN THA COON
DO IT FROM MORN TA NOON
BITCH! YOU AIN'T A NIGGA, I'M CORN THA COON
DO IT FROM MORN TA NOON
BITCH! YOU AIN'T A NIGGA, I'M CORN THA COON
DOING ALL THIS PORN FOR POON..
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

NIGGA GO OUT, HITTIN SOME SNATCH
GO AHEAD AND HIT IT IN THA PUMPKIN PATCH
CURTIS ORCHARD, NIGGA THEY GO
GIMMIE MY NUTS, BITCHES, AND DOE
BITCHES DON'T GROW, LIKE MIRACLE SHIT
PRAY TO THA LORD ON SOME SPIRITUAL SHIT
*Dirt Dog I know whut you about*
NIGGA, WHUT THA FUCK THAT MEAN, GET THA FUCK OUT..

[Junior]
Talkin shit?, hit her in tha mouth
Hit her in tha chest, and then whut's next?
Go get a shovel, a spin space shuttle
Lift her into space, take her on a date
Spend five dollars, dollar menu
At McDonalds, I don't give a fuck, ain't no need to holla..

IN THIS ESTABLISHMENT DO WE NEED A COLLAR?
THAT'S RACIST..
AND THEN SHAVE MY FACES
TAKE OUT MY BRACES, AND GIMMIE SOME MACE BITCH..

Uh!! and I aion't talking bout Puffy
Coming to tha crib and lemme pet yo puppy
Take it on a walk, or maybe to Petsmart
Dumb ass dog, It need to get smart

STEVE CARRELL, ANN HATHAWAY
NIGGA I AIN'T CLEAN I GAVE MY BATH AWAY
NIGGAZ SUCKIN DICK, THEN THAT'S GAY
WAS THAT TOMORROW, OR IS THAT TODAY
CAST AWAY, NIGGA IT'S BIRTH
TOM HANKS IN THA LAST NIGGA ON EARTH..

I seen that movie, it starred Will Smith
Bring it to tha crib, she can suck eight dicks
Fuck tha movies, lemme suck on ya boobies
Nigga! Let me suck on ya boobies..

SHIT ISN'T GROOVY, NIGGAZ THEY KNEW ME
SUCKER PUNCH BLIND SIDE, LIKE THA NIGGAZ IS TUOHY'S
SANDRA BULLOCK, TIM MCGRAW
GO AHEAD BITCH GON' AND GET THEM DRAWLS......
Track Name: Corn Tha Coon - Samba de Negro
Now, it’s time to get ya wiggle in, and loosen up,
By, sippin a little bit, time to do tha stuff, is 2 enough
To tango, wit Mango, whenever tamin ya bengal
Without a nod you get outta dodge, Durango
A certain collage, to give a massage, to ya cockles and noggin
Of tha common to work out tha tangle
Assert at an angle, Whether Tri or Rect, I confess, at a dialect...

Try ya best, and I’ll leave them in critical, not subliminal
But literal, and not in tha minimal, finna rule, tha inner coon
Floatin on intertube, no ridicule, just fiber like beneful
You been a fool, use tha pen to duel, it isn’t cool
Jon Cryer wit a kid, living wit a dude in tha crib
Tha pinnacle is, tha sentiment which, can be described
Through burns and white lies, as tha fireflies like gentleman’s drip...

Lemony spritz, Lemony Snickets, plenty events
Take Remy and sip, or Henny and Hyp, gimme a bit
Giving them fins, to get me a spliff, hittin tha piff
For tha feelings of Aqua, chase wit a monster
Energy, killin weed and lobster y queso de Cabra
Resumir Palabras de Nicaragua, Nigger I’m Tha
Not A, as in all of them, wrong again, of N-Words I’m Solomon..

Never found frolickin, Freakin froun falls forgive, of all of them
Uncle Phil falls for Viv, to figure tha fresh prince, forgive and forget shit
But whuts lost, you can find it in cold or tropical climates,
Illogical topical, rhymes that doesn’t make sense, Direct hit to a slain trick
Mistaken for poise, in 8-6, taken tha toys, heat and deploy
And been takin tha boys name in vein since
Track Name: Corn Tha Coon - Suck Sess
Why can’t we build a wonderland like Alice did
If so would u be on some king of tha palace shit
Or would u live equally amongst tha brothers in health
In a nation made by tha folks to govern themselves
Or would you keep it tha same, but just a little Communist
If you were in tha position of Remus and Romulus
Lets say you choose Royalty, wit a Queen and a prince
Loyal subjects and a jester, and other beliefs of tha myths
Everything handed down, to never want forever more
So whut I’m about to say, just take it as a metaphor
Tha crown was handed down from your father thru secession
So to you to rule tha kingdom is ideal of whut sucess is
Praise out of fear, and quick to hale Caeser
But as far as whut your people need, you were a failed pleaser
And already u lack tha heart to lead your soldiers forth
Did dirt to get to where u are, and killed wit no remorse
Jars of eyes in formaldehyde for looking at his Prize
Tha insecured has been assured, in a man that full of pride
Insincere and empty hearted, they bow right down to feet
But unbeknowst to u, They’re aiming at you’re seat
Now looking back, you took a nap, your life’ll flash before
You acted greedy, denied tha needy, and treated people poor
You’ll pay whut you owe, as they stab you in tha spline
Served by those that used to hail, LONG LIVE THA KING!!!!!

My success ain’t tha same as societies
It comes in different names and varieties
I’m content staying inside of me
Live everyday and confide in THEE

Live like that of a child does
I heard that I said that is some wild stuff
If you don’t get it and barely missed it
Lets break down tha “Kids Life” characteristics
A child is happy, and when curious independent
But, for a big sitch, they go to they’re PARENTS, or dependants
That takes care you them and fights for and defends them
Because they love and wanna see they seed again grin
Thats my belief of whut we supposed to do for HIM
Its just that material gets to interrupting then
Go ing away from home, but forget to get back
To tha place that gave us life, and thats a big fact
So without tha lessons learned, you wouldn’t be intact
Or even in a state to be blessed and defend bats
That life throws your way, when tha devil wants to jump you
Let that little light decide to shine, and gon’ and come thru
Track Name: Corn Tha Coon - Undefined
Aint nothing to contend wit, all ya kin has unfriended
And all this drinking and smokin done hindered
Your creative highway, conceeding now to writers block
Never taught to give up learning from a fighters pops
So how do you get tha venom of a viper stopped
Before it reaches your respritory and makes ya vitals lock
Going into shock, wit fingers and arms cross
Brain damage insures that all of ya bars lost
Its crazy that a small sniffle, develops to large coughs
To burned in an urn, or cryogenical hard frost
Is are cost, tha feeling of dealing wit pain
Of seeing a soul rise, while leaving tha mayne
In tha literal, then take tha physical, general
To return it to tha dirt, wit tha diamonds and minerals
Death to tha weak as an interprising sport
Cuz you’re no one till some identifies tha corpse

HOOK:
Don’t leave this day
Asking why it gotta be this way
Putting thee in grave
You’ll know she’s up, and he is saved


Not to sound cliche, but it’s consoling
When somebodies there for you cuz you really miss ya homies
Even tho they gone and stuff, you can reminisce
Over a loaded bong and puff, get blew and mention them
Then its like they’ve never pass, honoring tha good times
Of when they used to slaughter other MC’s wit co put rhymes
But for y’all add an example of whut your loved ones
Used to do tha best, then thank tha Lord for somethun
And all their old testaments, not tha rule of some thumbs
Something to chew at once, as a bunch of little crumb gums
We wake to consciously celebrate over plum rum
And get our kick back like Rocky, Colt, and Tum Tum
In life there’s two Defs, tax and death
And for me add black on to that and breath
Only if you choose to live will you grow to be best
Cuz when u gotta go, you should hold no regrets
Track Name: Corn Tha Coon - N'd Game
Even bigger than Jive
I wanna be Tha Greatest Nigga Alive
For a fighting champ it’s bigger than pride
When u get beat down, wit kicks to liver inside
Thats when Nigger refines, wit vigorous mind
Between madness and genius tote a rigorous line
Then tha generous find, its easy to stay positive
Cuz whether u pass or fail wit AIDS, nigga ya gotta live
When your actions seem poison, as Bell without a Biv
Shunning you to tha slave shacks of tha outer rim
To invoke tha feeling that Powder did
If you believe in tha cause, shout it louder then
If u tryin to work to leave ya mark
Where you fall at, another season starts
Check tha Wiz of Oz if you need some heart
Either get ya head in tha game, or don’t believe in smarts
But either way, stand for whut you believe in
Keep ya mind open, to understand whut u receiving
Then form a plan if you agree wit
Tha deep shit, then take a stand and you will be men
Don’t see me as a deacon
Even if I right there wit you smoke leak friend
As for tha Shepperd go and seek him
And he’ll weed out tha wolves under tha sheep skin
Whether you jump wit faith high as you leap in
Or base jump down tha mountain side, of a steep cliff
So get tha picture JPEG or a sweet GIF
Wit thanks and gratitude is how you seek gifts