Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smokey The Ghost
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Smokey The Ghost
Songwriter
Aerate Sound
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aerate Sound
Producer
John Davis
Mastering Engineer
Sahir The Magician
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Brother, Brother, BROTHER
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
We Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sen... cow sen... cow sen...
(Ohhh)
Indian, you know that I got that curry on my clothes
I crack your head on the same stone that the coconuts were broke
Even Helium feels lower than the Mysore mall you smoke
So take a drag of that idiki gold, that south Indian dope
(Drag)
Way beyond the soul, your like that gravy of my clothes
Put my lady up, on hold to sniff my daily dose of hope
Ur aliens, the human's life was taken off the globe,
Pimped and painted on a poker face, your faith all a joke
Black or white or brown, in the bone we all will crack
Let me remind that Death is blind, we all the same in fact, Please
Excuse
My south Indian genes,
I'm that brown syndicate, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
We Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sen... cow sen... cow sen
Joe, well I got this flow
Shoot you in the temple and the gods Invoked
Laughing like I'm Senthil, when
I pardon jokes
With a little bit of spice,
All of the girls and guys got digits
To count to infinite twice, (hella brown)
Ego from the north, better Settle down
You don't wanna prey on my Pheromones
Melanin, in my element, better tell a foe
That I'm coming
Heads wanna bang to the sound of a thavil,
Can't shake hands when I'm sipping on
The rasam, Proud of the place I'm from
Malleshwaram
Hit the Malabar when I wanna eat the putta
Enter Tamil-nad when I wanna do the kutthu
Telangana, cause my bros Alamuru, HYD but I speak with you in thulu
(Thulu)
And all this fucking hate for Bollywood is obvious
Ramanujan but north isn't counting us
Put the fucking limits, but I tend to the conscious
Saved by the bell, my flows be so Gaussian...
But I'm coming
Here to get the crown, chendai on the drumming
Show you what I'm bout, every human is a flower
We the fucking petals so be proud of what is ours
I can see
I can see
Rappers fake as they can be
I'm that G but still so southern
I'm that macha, phoney people speech awoke me from my sleep
Why these people standards be so weak your sheep, so call me G
I'm that macha
Bring some beef
I Pluck some plantain leaves to eat
Guess your life needs to be filtered
Like its South Indian coffee, I'm that macha
So excuse my South Indian genes
I'm the brown syndicate, crowned intellect
Here to remind you peeps...
That black or white or brown
In the bone, we all will crack
That black or white or brown
In the bone, we all will crack, I'm the macha
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