ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YCK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
YCK
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YCK
Producer
歌詞
Now the heat rise at the moment I arrived
And these fake motherfuckers taking notes, so contrived
You won't be like me, you won't be like us
DESERTBOYS made a ploy, so the sun will guide us
Feeling unleashed, 'bout be starting carnage
Fuck a mixtape, I'm throwing that into the garbage
Unoriginal spitting, you burn those words
Unforgivable sinning, you better heed this verse
Bitch, I feel the percies, they're in my nucleic acid
What you do could never hurt me, say I lie, you say I'm capping
Knew I should've seen it coming, people stay too tame for trapping
See me zooming down 130-41, two lanes, I'm tapping
Attacking from the left, catch me on the flippity-flip
You ain't part of any gang, you ain't got no drippity-drip
Well, I thought that you've been claiming you're the big bad wolf
But I've come to find myself that you're a big fat joke
Seeking attention, seeking approval, now they'll be just the same
Second we're pulling up, better roll it up, or the fucking ground will shake
No, I don't need a Grammy, wouldn't get snubbed if I don't even care
No, I just need my family feeding me drugs to go onto a tear
They can attempt to beat me, write 'em all off ain't sign no treaties
Making these calculations, I'll be fading, call me Archimedes
Stopping the broadcast, I can't hear a thing that's said and sold
Propaganda to command 'em, man, this shit is getting old
Kick the door down, light it up, we air it out
We don't give a damn, it ain't you we care about
Yeah, we got the sound, we're the thing you wanna be
Fuck an industry, we got the autonomy
Kick the door down, light it up, we air it out
We don't give a damn, it ain't you we care about
Yeah, we got the sound, we're the thing you wanna be
Fuck an industry, we got the autonomy
Don't try to crawl back, try to reconcile
Need to beat a fucking case, sold 'em out, pending trial
You a rat but I'm cold-blooded, vision going thermal
In the night, you the prey, I'm in the dark nocturnal
Everybody's got a fee and everybody's got to pay
Planted puppet, I'ma summon infidels by name
Gather 'round in a room and assemble to the damn board
But the offer's in vain it's until we fall on that sword
Behaving so duplicitous, it might be a coincidence
I'd rather be myself and bathe in hate than die as infamous
The dam is overflowing to the streets of the Euphrates
Take the throne and rule the underworld, I'm overthrowing Hades
Bitch, you running and folding, caught you up in the annulling
Half the shit you coming up with to move as art is damn insulting
Know what I'm 'bout, fuck it, no clout, we in the middle of a drought
I'm the best the city's offering and there ain't no doubt
Angering A&R's, no one to offer, play your cards
We don't need 'em putting a hand in anything, we made a start
No, to a serfdom and restraining any personal decision
No, to a chain of subjugation, 'cause these pussies lack ambition
No redeeming qualities, resort to being moochers
These executives have set it up to legally be looters
Laundering, pondering, flag the increased traffic
Become the plurality, whittle certain demographics
Kick the door down, light it up, we air it out
We don't give a damn, it ain't you we care about
Yeah, we got the sound, we're the thing you wanna be
Fuck an industry, we got the autonomy
Kick the door down, light it up, we air it out
We don't give a damn, it ain't you we care about
Yeah, we got the sound, we're the thing you wanna be
Fuck an industry, we got the autonomy
Written by: YCK