Coconut Oil - Rapsody, Raekwon, Mela Machinko

Coconut oil, smooth slide through the vintage

Spot that we used to rock early in beginnings

My head used to spin then

A small crowd trippin' on me, flippin'

Now the family expand in London, in Brixton

Smoking winstons how my lips burn to touch mics

95 grey nikes

Feel the re-release of beast, middle east

Ain’t not saving um like day light

Arab?

Muslims?

All of um my cousins

Beauty brown skin might

Bomb on a nigga

Ain’t nothing to do with Qurans

Ramadan for the figures

Cheddar

Come night we all eat together

Kings and Queens accented with gold leather

Royal

Sippin Royal, smoke like two letters

Two Ls, swell

Blow up your spot, never

Underestimate the plot, my flock stick together

Shining on you daily, no matter crazy the weather

Glimmer like diamonds in chains

Pain a pleasure, in time, if it help me do better

Promised my mama, said «Imma get you whateva»

You just dream, 9th gon' keep the swing

Opposite cream, we gon ride all black living better

I brought it back, like I told ya’ll, forever

Culture, keep it focused you can’t sever my ties

I’m always gon ride Jamla till the death of me

I’m always gon ride Jamla till the death of me

I’m always gon ride Jamla till the death of me

Your face feel like suede, body is a 9.9

One more time, a diamond on display

Tiffany goddess in tennis wear

Staying a dentist, all that white on

Dro mixed with Guinness

We flew to Milan

Cherry Range Ro' on the lawn

«Boo, where ya Qur’an?»

Its right here

Weird palaces in Mecca

We dressing, less filming she cryin'

All praises then extended both arms

Laid on the rug, thought about like life style

Hugged my lady harder, regarded

Regardless pardon Miss let’s flow beyond

Palaces where blue water just flow

Coolin' with a bong

The ocean was talking to me

«Stay sucker free, be gone, love your enemies

Nights may seem you wrong»

Lights, camera, and wealth a song

I sat up for days before legend status

Now we be born

Its that

Its that that black sand talk right here

Word up, yo Raps what good

You know your brother got you

Damn, I hear that fly shit going on in the back

9th Wonder you remarkable nigga

You like a flooded I’ll magic marker

I’m ready to write graffiti nigga

Yo, pass that

What the fuck is that name of that bottle right there?

That shit is called «mnvkhjkbwkebrds, fba»

I don’t what that sht is

That shit is crude nigga

That’s all