Turntables in the Van

Fuck around, say no worries, like your Jamaica trip

You better worry about it ‘cause Imma bust your lip

Needle nose pliers, your crew is feature buyers

You washed up rappers got shrunk in the dryer

Lames is too lame

Time is running out

So you better set your alarm

That’s on your night stand

You’re way too pop, name drop

Your failure is gonna be swift

Name drop on a shirt

Sample in a jar

Old man Cap, Goldman Sachs

I have a hairy chest

And I’ll slam you into the boards like Barry Beck

You need to show more respect

We got turntables in the band

We got an MPC in the band

We got turntables in the band

We got an MPC in the band

I’ll take you to the maximum

You want to step up?

You want to step up, I’ll fuck your whole rep up

It’s called being an artist

And me and my crew

Goes the hardest

On the planet

This is the way it should be done

Scott Da Ros, Deadly Stare is at it again

I’m iller

Just like beats from Dilla

You need to mind your own business

Not an an emcee pyramid scheme

Your crew miscalculated again

And I got it right all four times that I did it

Crew is so dope that we have so much equipment

Pack and repack the van

We got turntables in the band

We got an MPC in the band

We got turntables in the band

We got an MPC in the band

We got turntables in the band

We got an MPC in the band

We got turntables in the band

We got an MPC in the band

Ready to go on a campaign with 10,000 soldiers

To install socialism into the rap community again

We tolerate dissent so you can mumble rap and buy features

Just to get clout

I give a fuck less

I’m sure to take a turn driving on an award tour with these veterans

I’m certain that I took it straight to the backboard

Won't stop rocking until I retire, bitch

Or at least until all of us go on that Canadian Tire trip

We keep needle nose pliers in the back of the van

With extra battery, stickers

Driving across the Canadian Shield

Pick up laundry

From here

To Sault Ste. Marie

We will cross the river to the other side

Our van is turning

And we got turntables in our band

Our band is turning

And we got turntables in the van

I hope you get stuck

In the rope

The skidoo driver doesn’t even notice

Meanwhile, Gladys

You're art school but I’m pure mathematics

Plus I hang with the art school kids

You think you’re a weirdo

So they sit on the other side of the cafeteria

In Montreal / In Toronto

You're edgy, cool!

Anger when you need to be embarrassed

Tie my kangaroo down like Rolf Harris

I see you waddling

Down the street

Here to put everyone in a bad mood

Abstract Rude from Project Blowed

Throw up the peace sign

Think of the accomplishments

The underdogs are overcoming adversity

What’s your address, Grump? I’ll send you a postcard

Our van is driving

And turntables drive our band

Our van is driving

And turntables drive our band