Christmas Dont Be Late: A Letter To Santa. Lyrics
VERSE ONE
(Nkenge)
Christmas, Christmas time is here
Time for fun and time for cheer
We've been good but we won't last
Hurry, Christmas
Hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
(Superior Mind)
Me-I want a hoola-hoop
(Nkenge)
We can hardly stand the wait
Please, Christmas
Dont be late
BRIDGE
(Nkenge)
Alright little man
(Superior Mind)
Mhmm. okay
So its just you and me
(Superior Mind)
Yeah
(Nkenge)
So I need you to stay focused, alright?
(Superior Mind)
Mmhmm. I got you
(Nkenge)
Naw forreal bruh
(Superior Mind)
Naw I got you
(Nkenge)
Like none of the other little..
(Superior Mind)
What?
(Nkenge)
You know how you be going off on tangents and just doing your own thing
I won't. I proomise
(Nkenge)
No
(Superior Mind)
Yeah
(Nkenge)
Aight
(Superior Mind)
Okay!
(Nkenge)
Not this time
(Superior Mind)
I got you
(Nkenge)
Aiight bruh
(Superior Mind)
OKAY
Okay man
(Superior Mind)
Aiight yo
(Nkenge)
Get ready for your notes
(Superior Mind)
Okay okay yeah dope- dope- dope - dope-
D.o.p.e. man this beat is dope
(Nkenge)
Chill, dog
(Superior Mind)
Bra. you always ruin my groove bra
(Nkenge)
You just-
(Superior Mind)
You killin my vibe
(Nkenge)
Br-
(Superior Mind)
Bishh
(Nkenge)
Just shutup and sing, dog
VERSE TWO
(Superior Mind)
Christmas, Christmas time is here
Time for fun and time for cheer
(Nkenge)
Yo stop playin!
(Superior Mind)
*clears throat* but we won't la-
(Nkenge)
Oh my God
(Superior Mind)
Okay i'm.. tired of this song
(Nkenge)
What you mean you tired of this song?
(Superior Mind)
Hurry, Christmas
Arent you a rapper?
(Nkenge)
Bruh. this-
(Superior Mind)
Can't you rap?
(Nkenge)
It's not about me- sing the damn notes
(Superior Mind)
Hurry fast
Want..a plane- forreal bruh this is a rap song
....sooo what am I doing here?
(Nkenge)
Can you just take it seriously?
(Superior Mind)
Okay here we go- Me still want my hoola-hoop
Wooooahhhh ..la la la la stand the wait
(Nkenge)
Okay there's words that go there
(Superior Mind)
Blahhahaha
(Nkenge)
Okay sing the words...of the song
(Superior Mind)
Okay-
Please, Christmas
Dont be late
(Nkenge)
Thank you
VERSE THREE
Look
(Superior Mind)
Tell em yo
(Nkenge)
I'mma keep it real
Being good is an acquired...
Skill
And I ain't got it
20 dollars in my pocket
To say that santa dont effs with me
Real talk
I've got a bunch of bad things overshadowing all the good
But its chill
Please give my gifts to the hood
So many little people walk around with sadness
I just want the boys and girls
With the unemployed parents
To have some material gladness
That we take for granted
I think about the planet..
And I dont really care for being home
I'd rather travel the globe
Making deals with the presidents and C.E.O's-
Making sure the money trickles down properly...
And around properly..
To the sound of the beat
Of the working man's labor in the towns overseas
Santa I'm straight- I dont really need a thing...
But I be thinkin bout the heaven in my dreams
But it's on earth. and everybody sings
And everybody tries, and we all have a chance to live the same
And its not just an American thang-
Like the entertainers reign in American fame
Santa if you real, you would guarantee a meal
For everybody in the world without ends...
Because the third world luxuries are
Middle class issues
Middle like the east -
Where youre dodging all the missiles
As a matter of fact-
If I see a gift wrapped for me, i'll send it back
Rapidly in priority packaging
Santa, dont retaliate
Don't get me be ratchet because
I might send you veal for dinner, and now that's a tragedy and actually...
If you run out of supplies...
Cash in all my presents and my children's presents too
Cause they'll always be in debt to me as I'm in debt to you
This is true
We dont need your gifts- like the poor need food...
So we gon get
Nitty & gritty& break rules
Dont waste time, cus time will cost you
Call in elves a plenty and call scrooge
They tell me that youre fake, so prove its not true
(Nkenge)
Christmas, Christmas time is here
Time for fun and time for cheer
We've been good but we won't last
Hurry, Christmas
Hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
(Superior Mind)
Me-I want a hoola-hoop
(Nkenge)
We can hardly stand the wait
Please, Christmas
Dont be late
BRIDGE
(Nkenge)
Alright little man
(Superior Mind)
Mhmm. okay
So its just you and me
(Superior Mind)
Yeah
(Nkenge)
So I need you to stay focused, alright?
(Superior Mind)
Mmhmm. I got you
(Nkenge)
Naw forreal bruh
(Superior Mind)
Naw I got you
(Nkenge)
Like none of the other little..
(Superior Mind)
What?
(Nkenge)
You know how you be going off on tangents and just doing your own thing
I won't. I proomise
(Nkenge)
No
(Superior Mind)
Yeah
(Nkenge)
Aight
(Superior Mind)
Okay!
(Nkenge)
Not this time
(Superior Mind)
I got you
(Nkenge)
Aiight bruh
(Superior Mind)
OKAY
Okay man
(Superior Mind)
Aiight yo
(Nkenge)
Get ready for your notes
(Superior Mind)
Okay okay yeah dope- dope- dope - dope-
D.o.p.e. man this beat is dope
(Nkenge)
Chill, dog
(Superior Mind)
Bra. you always ruin my groove bra
(Nkenge)
You just-
(Superior Mind)
You killin my vibe
(Nkenge)
Br-
(Superior Mind)
Bishh
(Nkenge)
Just shutup and sing, dog
VERSE TWO
(Superior Mind)
Christmas, Christmas time is here
Time for fun and time for cheer
(Nkenge)
Yo stop playin!
(Superior Mind)
*clears throat* but we won't la-
(Nkenge)
Oh my God
(Superior Mind)
Okay i'm.. tired of this song
(Nkenge)
What you mean you tired of this song?
(Superior Mind)
Hurry, Christmas
Arent you a rapper?
(Nkenge)
Bruh. this-
(Superior Mind)
Can't you rap?
(Nkenge)
It's not about me- sing the damn notes
(Superior Mind)
Hurry fast
Want..a plane- forreal bruh this is a rap song
....sooo what am I doing here?
(Nkenge)
Can you just take it seriously?
(Superior Mind)
Okay here we go- Me still want my hoola-hoop
Wooooahhhh ..la la la la stand the wait
(Nkenge)
Okay there's words that go there
(Superior Mind)
Blahhahaha
(Nkenge)
Okay sing the words...of the song
(Superior Mind)
Okay-
Please, Christmas
Dont be late
(Nkenge)
Thank you
VERSE THREE
Look
(Superior Mind)
Tell em yo
(Nkenge)
I'mma keep it real
Being good is an acquired...
Skill
And I ain't got it
20 dollars in my pocket
To say that santa dont effs with me
Real talk
I've got a bunch of bad things overshadowing all the good
But its chill
Please give my gifts to the hood
So many little people walk around with sadness
I just want the boys and girls
With the unemployed parents
To have some material gladness
That we take for granted
I think about the planet..
And I dont really care for being home
I'd rather travel the globe
Making deals with the presidents and C.E.O's-
Making sure the money trickles down properly...
And around properly..
To the sound of the beat
Of the working man's labor in the towns overseas
Santa I'm straight- I dont really need a thing...
But I be thinkin bout the heaven in my dreams
But it's on earth. and everybody sings
And everybody tries, and we all have a chance to live the same
And its not just an American thang-
Like the entertainers reign in American fame
Santa if you real, you would guarantee a meal
For everybody in the world without ends...
Because the third world luxuries are
Middle class issues
Middle like the east -
Where youre dodging all the missiles
As a matter of fact-
If I see a gift wrapped for me, i'll send it back
Rapidly in priority packaging
Santa, dont retaliate
Don't get me be ratchet because
I might send you veal for dinner, and now that's a tragedy and actually...
If you run out of supplies...
Cash in all my presents and my children's presents too
Cause they'll always be in debt to me as I'm in debt to you
This is true
We dont need your gifts- like the poor need food...
So we gon get
Nitty & gritty& break rules
Dont waste time, cus time will cost you
Call in elves a plenty and call scrooge
They tell me that youre fake, so prove its not true
About
Genius Annotation
this is a rendition of “The Chipmunk Song” combined with a presentation of a letter written to Santa by myself.
if you have followed my music since the release of my debut mixtape in 2009, you will recognize this song also serves as a re-introduction of my homie Superior Mind ( more explicitly known as my alter-ego)
he is very much a smart ass. and very much immature
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