クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LiftedPro
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nigel Dante Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lifted Productions
Producer
歌詞
To me
Spittin is a routine
You see
It's written on the wall
In poutine
Youth too keen
On only making music for new memes
Drives me cooky
Bonkers live at a concert
They only dance when I shoot feet
These global goofies
With a total floozie
From a 2 piece to a nude beach
Even drive-in movie
The crude freak want you to buy her boutique
But before you eat the sushi
Place a plate straight on her booty (Ooh Whee)
Juicy
Little tantalizer (yuck!)
Even a roofie can't surprise her
Turn a tuff guy to a muff diver
Appetizer open, slide soaked in
Saliva
Several hits of sativa an salvia
Spin around in my cloaked out Pallia
I ain't in it for the power bruh
Just wanna shed some nostalgia
Do this really sound that loud to ya?
Up in your ears?
Abundant and clear?
They wondering' who really gun run it this year?
They only rep my brand
If it's steamed on their rear like a Steer
Damn it's here
Misused fear made the youth here confused over coke that taste like root beer
Sounds like we're doomed dear
But not to fear
I'm here to have you conscious cleared
Of all the nonsense weird
That its me to set you free
But you pressed play an its meant to be on
Is it wrong, that I identify as a song?
Only getting high from a bong
I call it turbulence
It's like playing God by burning ants
An you lame frauds aint earned your chance (what)
To burn this plant
I mean set fire to facilities
Like you smokin out some killer bees
We underground like the hills beneath
Your building beams
Audio flooded by a billion streams
Bass lines of civilian screams (hey)
Takes time to fulfill these children's dreams
And we ain't raising no filtered queens
Blazing amazing off-kilter beings
Take a leap off your silver screens(And what you see?)
Something in the water
They say there's something in the water (drink!)
Pumping in us harder
The dumb are getting smarter
Smart more retarder
I swear it's something in the water
Ain't nothing live'r
Than my saliva
I'm gonna leave your heads for the divers
And your mami still hopin' that they find ya
Shoulda known when I crept up behind ya
Can you feel it dripping down?
Can you feel it dripping down?
Can you feel it dripping down?
Im bout to flip this now
This is rap roulette
Before I pass the tech
And that ass get wet
Better step with more than just rapid text
Think you massive threats
With that elastic flex
Can't craft shit
So you always try attack the rep
Go head an vent
An you can get pyroclastic swept
Go fathom fetch!
Have a rap
Have a sandwich
Have a gatt brandished
Have a dap hand switch
Have a spat at the man
Til this habitat is land rich
You can't understand it
All the peoples panic
Been branded
Cause they treated unequal
Since the ships have landed
They take art
And rape the canvas
Rip apart any smarts that our hearts had planted
All we wanna do is merk the satanic
Burn all the pedo's
Then learn equal antics after we clean this evil planet
Famine for all the filth that took it foregranted
For there own wills and killed for lavish thrills
And the spirits echo a sadness still
And my lyrics let go of madness built
They never had this guilt
But Fuck all the worrying and whining
We escaped all the flurries and the sun's shining
Summertime in Van island
Blessed by the beach and the speech we stylin
Long mile in the place to be recognize it
That the face is me and the bass is free
And the hats and raps and everything else is free
I don't charge a fee
I just put it out there for y'all to be
A part of me
My arteries and my heart on sleeve
Bare with me
This is therapy
And shit gets scary deep
Leave you frauds unprepared to speak
Impaired and weak
The futures bleak
The air is thick
The Creatures here to creep
Fear the reap and smear the meat
The flesh is weak
Obsessed with grief
The lesson brief
Don't compete with peeps that have less than me
Expectancy is not destiny (Let this be)
Something in the water
They say there's something in the water
Pumping in us harder
The dumb are getting smarter
Smart more retarder
I swear it's something in the water
Ain't nothing live'r
Than my saliva
I'm gonna leave your heads for the divers
And your mami still hopin that they find ya
Shoulda known when I crept up behind ya
Can you feel it dripping down?
Can you feel it dripping down?
Can you feel it dripping down?
Im bout to flip this now
Written by: Nigel Dante Jordan