Lazerbeak
Rhymesayers Entertainment
My whole crew's on some shit
Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip
Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip
Looking out the window like Malcolm
Just when I thought this culture was open they go and doubt him
Fuck, dumbing it down, spit ice, skip jewelry
Molotov cocktails on me like accessories
Uhm, they can teach you how to front
I am really raw, I ain't seen a mirror in a month
But I stay fly, spinning man
Flipping out with the breeze, I'm a ceiling fan
I'ma get 'em, I can show you how to bump
Something heavy in the back, Marshall stacks in the trunk
Got the windows down, I got the heat turned up
On blast wagging on 'em on the West Bank
Handling the style or catch me on a mission
Pissing in some convertible tryna create some tension
Or in a book discussing Christopher Hitchens
Or how to make bombs with shit you find in your kitchen, listen
My whole crew's on some shit
Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip
Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip
We don't watch the replay, aye aye aye
My whole crew's on some shit
Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip
Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip
We don't watch the replay, we play
I never cared about your bucks
So if I run up with a mask on
Probably got a gas can too
And I'm not here to fill her up, no
We came here to riot, here to incite
We don't want any of your stuff
Keep sticking to the script, man, we never seen that shit
We knew the secret before they went ahead and Wikileaked it
Made a dump, bang it out the speakers
Hoping to smash capital quotes on the word leaders
They in the past, so we dancing on they ashes
Onward, upward, laughing at the masses
Thinking while they sit I just go off on they ass
Wearing last year's trash ladies still be batting lashes
And tryna smash us, the passion to go
The lack of muzzling and the style is fucking irrational
Ain't no fucking around
Fuck your stuff
I mean for real
We genuinely believe that all your shit is fake
Understand, my whole crew's on some shit
Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip
Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip
We don't watch the replay, aye
I ain't kidding, I got this brick in my hand
My whole crew's on some shit
Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip
Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip
We don't watch the replay, alright
My whole crew's on some shit
Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip
Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip
We don't watch the replay, we play
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