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SeaShells (feat. King Cooley, Alfred Nomad)

from Curating Dopeness "The Collaboration" by Greg Nyce

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Speaking to how Black ppl tend to do things to gain acceptance in white spaces as opposed to embracing each other in black spaces.

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King Cooley:
The mind open
The air broken
Nappy hair conditioned
Left the suntan in the car
But brought Lotion
The brown token
The Black Boy joy
Meets the Permit Patty
At the Cracker Barrel lobby chokin
Asking why dey brought these Black folk in
Well, I was in Wakanda
counting dollas with my mama
When da colonizers brought upon da drama to the jungle
I'm bananas and I'm manic
And I pour a little Daniels
Celebratin' kin declined upon the Titanic
And for ancestors fed into the Atlantic
And all y'all walls building high standards
This is for the Hotlantans
Hot-convos
from politicians funding hot-condos
Keisha Lance Bottomless mimosas
Don't seat you at the table but they want the photos
Wait, I'ma take my pony show
to old town road though
And tell em I'm freshest at the rodeo in all Polo

CHORUS
And the white folks love it when they own beach
So that's why I brought the sand to my own beach
Pour a 'lil liquor for the homies
The homies
The homies

HOOK
And that's why I'm selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die

Selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die

Alfred:
Welcome to the generation
Of gentrification
Where border patrol is now modern day segregation
Mass assassinations from weapons with registrations
And still got the nerve to swear we’re one united nation
The irony to tell me to go back to where I came from
Born a US citizen but treated like I ain’t one
Don’t know my lineage but they can tell I ain’t dumb
Know my history is way richer than just a slave son
My blood is African
A product of greed and human trafficking
For free labor establishing
A country on a land that was stolen
The thought alone is baffling
So these records isn’t all I’m making sure I’m mastering
If never taught you’re not expected to know
Hard to envision if you’ve never seen it before
Can smell your envy from the way you see my melanin glow
Shade me all you want but planted seeds are buried to grow nigga

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from Curating Dopeness "The Collaboration", released February 24, 2020
Dj Greg Nyce
Alfred Nomad
King Cooley
Jamie Lake
American Sushi Studios

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Greg Nyce Atlanta, Georgia

Greg Nyce is a Pleasantville, NJ native by way of Philadelphia, PA. He now resides in the undisputed music powerhouse of the dirty south, Atlanta, GA. With a coined slogan like “Trust Ya Dopeness,” Greg Nyce brings an unique modern twist to the traditional sounds of Hip Hop, R&B, Soul, Funk, House, Disco, and Jazz. Enjoy the ride and the Vibes ... more

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