Yeah I'm rollin' down rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Lick
Satellites and pair of mirrors and
And a man without a
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
I can see
Turn on the radio, nah fuck it, turn it off
Fear
Flip this capital eclipse
The vocal tone has got 'em sweatin'
Uh, got no card so I got no soul
Life is
The sistas are in so check the front line
It seems
Ughh! hey you, it's just another bombtrack ughh
Hey you, it's
This time the bullet cold rocked ya, yeah
A yellow ribbon
Hey, yo, let me be front
This is real and not
Greed, causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture lost in the
Come
Bring it on, bring it on now
Solo, I'm a soloist
Good evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly