CHEESE from BIG CHEESE by NIC@NITE & KONG

[Intro: KONG + *NIC@NITE*]

*Welp*
Fuck that shit
*What? Ahh, Yayayayayayaya*
You just go, “I’on got no time for this shit”
*Yayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya*
Let me talk my shit man, god…

[Chorus: KONG]

Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my- (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
(Alright alright hold up, let me talk my shit)

[Verse 1: KONG]

Huncho
Big bag
Lights off
Wrist flash
Briefcase
Suit, tie
Bidness
(This that)
Pearl white
Big cheese
Zimbro
Etivaz
Big block
Soft brick
Knock knock
Go get that
Fresh from the flow to the fit
Don’t stop, better pose for the pic
Whole lab on froze like vic
Eye roll, but you know it’s legit (yeah, yeah)
New kind of P.I.M.P.
Bringing light like common sense (yeah, yeah)
Murda when he wrote no mercy
Just slay like Carlene Smith

[Pre-Chorus: KONG]

They steady eyeing me as if I’m gon’ flop
Like I’m preaching to a deacon at the pope’s house
Yet that kickback heavy, they got no stock
And I’m way to clean for a soapbox
So, let me talk my shit

[Chorus: KONG]

Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: KONG]

Niggas that pay me respect
I let ‘em recoup wit a dolla
Don’t give a fuck ‘bout no grammar
All that I car bout is commas (Ha)
You fathered your sound just like awful records
I fathered your sound like Mufasa’s lessons
Fit for a king, that’s how I be stepping
(I wonder if folks got that Chaka reference)
Healing with quotes like I’m Dr. Sebi
Broke as a joke, but I rock the bezel
Boss of this game, on a different level
Stay in your lane or get twisted metal
Sweet tooth, the raw, tell ‘em, “get to stepping”
Peace to the gods like my name was Leffen
Hungry as box, I don’t need redemption
‘Cause a muhhfucka nice! (Swoo!)

[Pre-Chorus: KONG]

They steady eyeing me as if I’m gon’ flop
Like I’m preaching to a deacon at the pope’s house
Yet that kickback heavy, they got no stock
And I’m way to clean for a soapbox
So, let me talk my shit

[Chorus: KONG + *NIC@NITE*]

Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Let me talk my shit (Yeah, yeah)
*Do that dance, do that dance do it!*
*Do that dance, do that dance do it!*
*Do that dance, do that dance do it!*
*Do that dance, do that dance do it!*

[Verse 3: NIC@NITE + KONG]

I don’t think you understand, I’m different
I can’t think of the word, but I’m the definition
I’m tripping, she getting mad because I never listen
I’m like I left the kitchen
(I’m a mess)
But my flow so cold, it wakes you up from a dream
I mean my flow so cold it’s killing Leo at sea
I mean my flow so cold, it’s voiced by Samuel L. Jackson (Brrrr)
(“I know, I know… Freeze”)
(Woo!)
You cannot hear what I’m saying (woo!)
You cannot mess with the plan (Ay!)
I’m ‘bout to go off the script (Ay! Ay!)
Listen you might hear that drip
I’m ‘bout as hot as my ramen
Verses is straight out the oven
This that McDonald’s, you love it
I’m ‘bout to run it (one hunnid)
I play too much
Pac-Man with the mouth, flap lips, probably say too much
I’m away too much
Girl home in the bed watching, ‘Beat Bobby Flay’ too much
Fall asleep with a phone in my hand, writing raps, think about what I’ma say too much
Don’t know what you *want from me*
Should’ve never *said a thing*
Mouth is so Pandora
*Boy, you way too much*
Pen take me straight to the paper
Working me paper thin
I put my baby sleep
Then turn my paper in
Let’s do it, baby
Whip and old Vo like a new Mercedes
Treat it like a game on some, ‘Need for Speed’
White girls tryna play like a Ukulele
Chill with that shit
Kill the past shit
Dropping old me in the middle of traffic
Get some headshots, cause I’m that dramatic
And I’m racking on my brain, shots get me blasted
Let me in the room, goddamn
Out here freezing my ass off
Icy than Bobby and I be faster than Maximoff
What’s wrong? I say nothing and laugh it off
But stay sending weird vibes - Fraggle rock

[Pre-Chorus: NIC@NITE + *KONG*]

They eyeing me ‘cause I got no chill
‘Cause I’m always making mountains out of mole hills
**Yet that kickback heavy*
I don’t know if y’all are ready
*This that*
This that
*This that*
This that
*This that*
This that
*This that shit!*
*Let me talk my shit!*

[Chorus: KONG + *NIC@NITE*]

Let me talk my shit (*Let me talk my shit*)
Let me talk my shit (*Yeah, yeah*)
Let me talk my shit (*Let me talk my shit*)
Let me talk my shit (*Yeah, yeah*)
Let me talk my shit (*Let me talk my shit*)
Let me talk my shit (*Yeah, yeah*)
Let me talk my shit (*Let me talk my shit*)

• Alternative Rap
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Independent
• Independent Hip-Hop
• Independent Rap
• Party Rap
• Pop Rap
• Producer
• Rap
• Rapper
• electropop
• independent
• pop
• synth pop
• St. Louis