Ridin Thru Tennessee [BONUS]

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lyrics

I’ma soul rebel, with most my own devils,
I keep it on the low, I stay here on the level,
I’m not the first to talk, you know I keep it mellow,
But you fuck with my fam and you know I’ll crack ya kettle,
I walk with no fear, I drink too much beer,
In case you haven’t heard, I’m kinda big around here,
Cause I been around here, I hold it down around here,
When you come to Mid-TN, you watch your mouth around here,
Cause we all laid back, no one pushin’ Maybachs,
We run as thick as thieves, I know these hills have got my back,
And I got their’s too, I hold it down for my crew,
We the go-getters, make it do what it do.

I’m ridin through Tennessee, cause these hills, they’re a part of me,
And these backroads they call for me, so I answer they call,
I’ma a soul rebel with most of my own devils,
Put the pedal to the medal and watch the dust fall.

Tennessee born and raised, Bible belt taught us to pray,
Coffee County where we stayed, in the fields of farms we played,
Early mornings get to work, rain or not, get in the dirt,
Out to sunset, feel the burn, hand me paper, time to turn,
Light this Bic, inhale this herb, hittin’ sixty through the curve,
Mountain roads, smell the air, Feel the breeze take ya cares,
And make ‘em disappear,
Bang this BUNK hit and let it dissipate your fears,
Roll down the windows, let the music reach they ears,
Feel the bass go through you, let the treble make it clear,
That the BUNKS are here to stay, we here to lay raps,
J.Smo produce the tracks, let Gro melt the wax,
The team that bring the steam we cook the meat and then we serve it,
We’d offer you some seconds but you really don’t deserve it,
You talkin’ like your clean but you really ain’t that perfect,
In the South we see the depth, you transparent at the surface,
Your act is proving lame, we about to drop the curtains,
If your feelings get to hurtin’ ask yourself if you certain,
I’ma hit the road, you can call me on the phone,
Leave a message, I won’t answer, through these hills as I roam.

I know you got to feel this, this backhills country real shit,
Moonshine, sweet wine, (can I get another swig),
So hit me with that JD, it keeps these ladies crazy,
Gentle Jack and Coke could be the recipe for babies,
Been crazy since the 80s and escalating lately,
Still I can’t help it, that’s how my mom made me,
That’s how my pops raised, that’s how these hills shaped me,
Jack Daniels, George Dickel, influenced me greatly,
If you’re looking for me too long, I’m out here playing beer pong,
These 24 cans will be long gone before dawn,
Time to watch this sun climb these Tennessee hills,
We been up all night seeking Tennessee thrills,
Giving Tennessee chills with this venom I spill,
Got my finger on the pulse to see how Tennessee feels,
But its time to take the 6, hit the gravel, have a ball,
Put the pedal to the medal and watch the dust fall.

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from Generica, released October 7, 2008

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We are a hip hop collective from Manchester, Tennessee that has been releasing music since 1999.

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