Public Domain from Public Domain by Korry Deez

Public Domain plays out like a street‑level panorama, dense with the intensity of an artist who now walks with the calm menace of someone knowing exactly what they are capable of. Deez threads bravado with lived experience, humour with grittiness, and sharp imagery with the kind of confidence that cannot be faked. There is a cinematic sweep to the way Korry shifts from personal grind to collective struggle, from private victories to public declarations. Every bar feels like a camera cut — close‑ups, wide shots, and sudden flashes of danger. Public Domain reclaims space as Korry Deez steps into the light on his own terms, reminding listeners that some artists don’t fade into nostalgia, they evolve into something even more formidable.

Tracklist

1.	Public Domain	2:55

Lyrics

Korry Deez - Public Domain (lyrics)
Verse 1
I put it down in public. Gatekeepers try to make me stop. I tell them fuck it. Til I hit the dirt, I’m working verses, pulling skirts and making ducats. Saying shit you like to make you love it. Yo! Fuck age, one of the best to hit the stage. Think it's a warning shot? Hand on the pump. I’m itching to make the gauge. Blow! Now they wanna know me, before they couldn't remember me. Phony tenderonies ain't all that they pretend to be. Gather my students and hit the stage like it's assembly. Your shit is fucked and I don't feel empathy. Let me have at’em. Track has’em. Feeling back spasms. Coaching players til heir handing me the Jack Adams. That mad I'm peeling back your skin. Me and my Africans we have to win. Singapore slinging and bringing back the gin. It's profit sharing. Poking out eyes to stop the staring. Got you swearing cause my track record to yours they’re not comparing. Know why?
Chorus 1
We put it down in public. Ain't worried ‘bout the shit you people covet. We rise above it. Saying shit you like to make you love it. We spit to keep you thinking of it. Their days is numbered, yo. We put it down in public. See me in the streets you better watch your nuggets. My nigs is rugged. We put it down in public. Ain't watching what you got. Just keep it rugged. We rise above it.
Verse 2
I put it down in private too. Ladies hitting the hotel just to peep the things that I would do. Handle your business, but watch your shit. I'm a fool. See me and poke your head out, then they post you in that ICU. Bossy. Hitting your chick and your posse. Putting it down. There's nobody that you can get to stop me. Yo! Deez is flossy with it. Rich Gaddafi with it: black gold. You scramble to hold the shit I bought me with it. Life’s cold. How could I not be frigid? People are hopping out in broad daylight aiming to pop me with it. We put it down like there's no other option. It's either rob for everything that you got or rot in a coffin and crumble. You thinking I'm subtle? My middle finger ain't humble. I was bathed in the struggle, raised in the jungle with people. We lethal and keeping heat in the bundle. Wanna rumble? You speak like you’re deep. See us and stumble. Know why?
Chorus 2
We put it down in public. Ain't worried ‘bout the shit you people covet. We rise above it. Saying shit you like to make you love it. We spit to keep you thinking of it. Their days is numbered, yo. We put it down in public. See me in the streets you better watch your nuggets. My nigs is rugged. We put it down in public. Ain't watching what you got. Just keep it rugged. We rise above it.

Credits

from Public Domain, track released February 26, 2026
Produced by Nish

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