Date 2022-03-08
Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music
The Cool Kids unveils a new Chuck Inglish-produced song, titled “LOW SODIUM” and featuring Chance The Rapper. Listen, read the lyrics, stream, buy, mp3 download.
The Cool Kids Low Sodium
The Cool Kids is one of the most well-respected and beloved duos in the rap game, especially amongst their peers and collaborators. Premium backpack raps in abundance, Sir Michael Rocks and Chuck Inglish navigate through music in a calm and collected manner that comes with a warm gravity, tugging at your ear in a gentle, yet firm fashion. Since 2007, the duo has been cruising throught the scene in an incredibly genuine way, making connections and gaining respect along the journey.
Well known for highly esteemed collaborations, The Cool Kids have worked with some legendary names. Their lengthy feature list includes the likes of The Neptunes, Lil Wayne, Mac Miller, Ab-Soul, Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist, Boldy James, Curren$y, Dom Kennedy, Larry June and more. BEFORE SHIT GOT WEIRD is an on-brand example of their team efforts.
“LOW SODIUM (ft. Chance The Rapper)” offers a serene soundscape – calming to both the ear and the mind. The palette is effective at communicating the message, as the track is about letting go of unnecessary hate and being salty. The Cool Kids deliver, as expected, but Chance’s verse is the standout. He has been delivering consistently amazing quality verses and contributions post The Big Day, and it should be acknowledged and applauded.
The Cool Kids – LOW SODIUM (ft. Chance The Rapper) (prod. Chuck Inglish)
Lyrics
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
Don’t go too heavy on my salt, my nig’
Just take it easy with the salt (Shit, that’s too much)
It’s heavy on the salt, my nig’
You probably feel it in your throat
Yeah, the salt been keepin’ you afloat, my nig’
That ain’t good, baby, that salt gon’ itch
Don’t go too heavy on my salt, my nig’
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah
All these Bordeaux from wineries and different type of spinaches
To charcoal grill octopus with all of the appendages
One thing they got in common is they all got salt inside
But you overdo it as a human, it become a problem
Now, I got a picture
Don’t go too heavy tryna imitate us
Lowkey, we them niggas that they been afraid of
I’m a product of them benches
I give hope to niggas and creators
The breath of fresh air
You know they runnin’ low on ventilators
And hospital beds
It’s not a good time for you to be gettin’ shot in the leg
So let that salt disappear out yo’ heart, woah-de-whoop
Nine outta ten doctors’ll tell you
That too much salt’ll really kill you
[Interlude: Sir Michael Rocks]
You may or not believe that spilling salt is bad luck
But there is one thing about it you better trust
Salt can be very dangerous for your health (Get it out yo’ blood, man)
Too much salt can bring you headache and fatigue
You’re eating too much salt
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
Don’t go too heavy on my salt, my nig’
Just take it easy with the salt (Shit, that’s too much)
It’s heavy on the salt, my nig’
You probably feel it in your throat
Yeah, the salt been keepin’ you afloat, my nig’
That ain’t good, baby, that salt gon’ itch
Don’t go too heavy on my salt, my nig’
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
On the nightly news this evening
They not talkin’ ’bout seasonin’
The lean story is towards that envy that you keepin’
For them livin’ and them breathin’ just for bein’
Like, “Damn, Phil, no fanmail?”
You feelin’ left out or somethin’?
Uh
You leave a one-star review ’cause they left off the onions
That salt’s not for me, Himalayan or kosher
You salty like crabs in a bucket out the ocean
You high, that’s no beef stock, let it tenderize
Iodine, you just re-rocked, not crystalized
It looks the same, though
Stop the blood flow, it’s bad timing
Now you yellin’
They not takin’ my leg like Big Mama
[Interlude: Chance the Rapper]
Listen how they say it
You put on this Earth to make a difference
In a year, when you’re on your deathbed and got life in prison
How you gon’ do this out here?
So make your best off, feel me?
It’s yo’ boy [?] (Ah!)
[?]
[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
My father Kenny told me somethin’ when you were born
It was a superstorm
That angels promised it’ll rain whenever you perform
You not a horse, son, you a unicorn
Of course they wanna stick you in a uniform
Stand out, look ’em all in they eyes
Fuck the talk, put that salt on your fries
They’ll try to rewrite history, and call it revised
Crossin’ yo’ T’s, dottin’ all of yo’ I’s
Fuck that shit, dance on their tears like O did for Lil Saint
What’s a little rain?
Told yo’ mama you a million-dollar baby like Hil’ Swank
You already know who made the city shine
These niggas only used to pity facts and petty crime
Let these ashy-ass niggas live (Hahahaha)
One day, y’all get sick of it
The quick lapse, the slow bucks
Throwin’ salt off the back of snow trucks
For dog coin and wooden nickels and sawbucks
Slow the salt up, nigga
[Interlude]
What advice do you have for me at twenty-two years old?
Don’t do it
Don’t accept no wooden nickels
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
Don’t go too heavy on my salt, my nig’
Just take it easy with the salt (Shit, that’s too much)
It’s heavy on the salt, my nig’
You probably feel it in your throat
Yeah, the salt been keepin’ you afloat, my nig’
That ain’t good, baby, that salt gon’ itch
Don’t go too heavy on my salt, my nig’
[Outro]
When the force of the blood against our artery walls is too high
Life-threatening health problems can result
And the biggest disease in the world is called jealousy
