Denzel Curry – N64 (Audio, Lyrics)

Throwback to Denzel Curry’s “N64” track. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by POSHstronaut & Nurі.

Denzel Curry N64

Denzel Curry has officially turned the page on another chapter, turning twenty-six years old with an incredible discography under his belt. And while he only seems to be getting better with time, finding comfort in exploring new musical territory, it never hurts to take it back to the early days when he was still carving his way through Florida’s rap scene. For many, their introduction to Zel came by way of Nostalgic 64, a tape that many of his fans still celebrate — and rightfully so, given how many bangers like “N64” line the tracklist.

On that note, the title track features some inspired rhyming by Denzel, who absolutely snaps over an ominous and atmospheric banger from POSHstronaut & Nurі. As has come to be a staple part of his toolkit, he lines his verses with geek-friendly references, delivering them with an edge that emphasizes the “revenge” in Revenge Of The Nerds. In the first verse alone, he’s firing off references to Pokemon, The Usual Suspects, Batman, Black Knight, Finding Nemo, and Samurai Jack. It’s part of why he stood out as such a unique personality and continues to do so to this day — happy birthday to Denzel Curry!

Denzel Curry – N64 (prod. POSHstronaut & Nurі)

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Moshin’ to nostalgic rock shit, I’m Brock, bitch
Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
Wait, and tell ’em I’m mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit
One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit

[Verse 1]
Delivery, I’m the bullet that killed Kennedy
Enemy, D.I.T.C., darkest symphony
Necro, fuck around and let the TEC blow
Red beam to his noggin make it look like techno
I told you, I don’t even wanna be the best, ho
I’m the threat with Tourette’s making motherfuckers John Doe
Ricky Rozay, Aquarius Killa The Keyser Soze
Making a family cry together like the O’Jays
Back in the old days, I’m the one that’s chosen
Thug from the 90’s, I’m cryogenically frozen
Avenger, but yet I be the Joker and the Riddler
With a mindset that’s switched like Harvey Denture’s dent
The Dark Knight, fuck a Clark Kent
Martin Lawrence when he traveled back in time with suspense
Suspended, animation when my brain reacts
Don’t belong in this world like I’m Samurai Jack
Click Clack on the Glock, seventeen get me
Then put the Ghostface so we can empty the cream
Cash rules everything around me surrounding
The ditch where they dug the darkness that’s shrouding
Found me, Nemo, ego Kanyeezy
Bruh I’m from a city where niggas they con easy
Where they quick to pull that trigger, never a squeegee
Then make it on the late night news, nigga, good evening

[Interlude: Sample]
“Yeah, Mike, things are quite here now at Miami, Carol City High School, but earlier today was quite the scene when nearly the entire student body walked out of the school to protest Trayvon Martin’s murderer. Signs in hand, chanting, “Justice for Trayvon.” Now Trayvon actually went to school here at Carol City last year so some of these kids actually knew him personally, and they say his murderer should be behind bars

[Chorus]
Moshin’ to nostalgic rock shit, I’m Brock, bitch
Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
Wait, and tell ’em I’m mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit
One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit

Moshin’ to nostalgic rock shit, I’m Brock, bitch
Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
Wait, and tell ’em I’m mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit
One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit

[Verse 2]
I’m Acid, fornicating with crack shit
Cheated with the virus that took over the life of Magic
Sharing a needle, with the common-slash-hobo
Sterilize with the spit that shoots from a Komodo
Dragon, gun chuck, fire, I’m blasting
Dope and sick , that shit is just a classic
Huh, that’s a hit for you bastards
That’s the shit for you bastards
I’m lugubrious because I’m from a place where niggas
Shoot at shit and never on no Buddha shit, that knock-knock
And who is it? Am I really losing it? Maybe
Trapped in a white room with a dead baby
Am I going crazy? Is my name Casey?
Anthony, then the baby turns into an amputee
God damn I’m really losing my mind
Or should I end it all just by grabbing a nine?
But, it’s too easy, Demonz of my mind leave me leave me
Put me into isolation so you wouldn’t see me
Free me from misery and un-easy
Pain, emotions from the crypt I gain
Yet another young brain slain, mane…Dang!
He just lost consciousness
That’s life when you live without consequence
Death over sixteen shots, his head is split
Dead