Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Board
Josh Board
Songwriter
Sam Obey
Sam Obey
Songwriter
Gianni Franchesci
Gianni Franchesci
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ironically, couldn't tell you what semantics means
It's all the same from smaller veins to major arteries
Needed stents but did some stints and now they 're part of me
So pardon me, if I split ya three ways like the fleur-de-lis
Writing bars writ large so I don't deceive
Should've started a Kickstarter, start-up or an LLC
Haven't made scratch from this rap, it's just how I breath
I come in peace
Famous last words that were heard right before the feast
Captured, slathered, dipped into the fricassee
This kitty cat purrs like the furnace on the fritz again
Break through plaster I'm Eric Koston after kickflipping
Thats my intro, first impressions for the primitive
Bachelor's, master's, but you bastards couldn't fix a thing
I run it backwards with the balance of a Billy Goat
Unconcerned with greatness just the basics and the difficult
I'm in a different cult
Shout out shout outs this is one for my kindred folk
No doubt no doubts coming out from my inner globe
Corralled and riled, what about? I don't really know
I really don't, but I really would
Reroute my route to come hold down your aerial
Land, sea, dance floor, back drop, burial
Get all this and more, your best-case scenario
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week messed around and got a triple-double
Ever since a child I've been bound to rock
Illa still a little juvenile, you hear the sounds of "ha"
I'm dialed in, after hours, overtime around the clock
Hustle like a damn hound, I'm standing higher than a mountain top
Top of the key, drown the shot
Hoping to be astounding my ma
No matter what I release, whether the piece is profound or not
We surround your whole energetic boundary
Everybody come out with your hands up on the count of three
Sheesh, don't gimme the loot, let me give you the truth
We just maurade for ears, this is what we're here to do
Stick and move, how you gonna leave me uncontested
Game on the line, watch me operating under pressure
Not one to flex cause your boy's not too muscular
But boy do I hustle hard, go right for the jugular
That's a fact, man, I'm known to write a couple bars
You could find me out on the tracks LI double R
Throw back, Zo Jersey, old cat
New era, no cap, how the hell he do that
He stays raw and original
Emanating straight for the source and the mineral
For sport, we run a clinic on the cynical
Up and down the court, yes of course I mean this literal
Fuck going viral, I'd rather go vinyl
Go to the finals, team on my back like a spinal tap
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week messed around and got a triple-double
Written by: Gianni Franchesci, Josh Board, Sam Obey
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