Who built the pyramids?
Niggas in Africa niggas in Paris my nigga you know who the lyricist
Shout to my homies and my co conspirators
If you feel lonely when you all alone that means you do not know what your feelings is You in your feelings, I’m in my bag
Mathematics do you know how to add
Acrobatics I pull on the track
Do you want it slow, you want it fast
You on Instagram flaunting the cash
ATM you withdrawing your stash
Counting bills but that’s all that you have
Niggas hungry they wanting this cash
Send location take all of your stacks
Shit is real shit is raw on the ave
Real as it get, watch who you with
Rigatoni in the pot with the fish
Shout to Tony he be dropping them hits
Patagonia with some Malian drip Trynna find me a Somalian chick
We can be friends I don’t want head Couple ways we could both make bread Get this money let’s get this dough Coupé Décalé do si do
Once I get it gotta go get more Gotta get it gotta proceed slow
Slow down nigga
You think you gangsta cause you know some gangstas but you know what go round nigga Rumours and Karma
Bumpin Pluto and The Carter
Smoking woolies in the corridor
Doing voodoo with your daughter
Shaka Zulu went to Harvard
Mix the fufu with shawarma
Voulez vous peruse new improved and used
New Jerusalem order
I just take it much farther
I just go so much harder
Fuck you pay me no barter
Immortal, more martyrs
(Elucid)
It’s too easy to load an A-R why’s the nine much harder?
Sometimes questions don’t deserve answers but I’m not your father
Brolic my broken banner buckles, bullshit artifice
Violence hear up the molecule a stone cold partnership
I’m an island I’m going vertical
What’s really urgent send a pigeon I’d like a word with you
Hard to earn ten thousand hour returns I take it all personal
The scope of my sermon reaches out and burns no matter where on earth you move If I so choose, the bruise is the black man’s birthright
It’s not news and no this ain’t my first life
Or second, adding credits, not so cryptic
All the money stolen
Ha ha’s and high fives
Pay him what you owe him
And close the books, the man who talk with the flowers
I have no enemies I don’t live in the past
My recall memory fails but you not built like that
credits
from Seven,
released July 29, 2021
Gabe ‘Nandez (vocals, producer), Elucid (vocals) Roper Williams (Producer), Tony Seltzer (producer)
supported by 15 fans who also own “Coupé Décalé (ft. Elucid)”
A considered scientific reconstruction of the hardcore NY rap album. You feel the cold chill that feels like NY but it's really the kind of cynicism this heinous world leaves the considerate ones. danielolneyfme
supported by 15 fans who also own “Coupé Décalé (ft. Elucid)”
This album is the one. I've kept coming back to it since it dropped. When all is said this will be considered one of the best albums of the 2020s decade. Heard it here first! clayton
supported by 14 fans who also own “Coupé Décalé (ft. Elucid)”
Some of the most interesting hiphop I've had to hear in years. In takes in all fields of music to create something rather unique. The mood of it is rather grim but not without hope. I'd recommend to listen to it fully in one go to get the best of it. Thibaut Devigne
Cincinnati rapper Brandon Isaac ups the ante on his excellent new record, combining bars that dig deep with beats that hit hard. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 20, 2023