You with me!

The city is hot whether you like it or not.

I don’t. And for the record it’s blowing up my spot so cool out.

What’s the reason for bringing all this poison?

We’re killing all the bees and never lettin’ all the boys in.

What you say? You said you can’t believe.

Now you can’t see what’s right in front of you and me.

Now come on, it may be time we should come sit down. What we need is everybody coming out and getting loud, being proud.

I think we should be glowing up.

Not slowing down.

Everybody’s coming north but the vibes are going south.

Save all the kids from this heatwave.

We’re blowing it.

They should be chillin’ like they moms was back when the hype machine was solid and they had to call the bomb squad (BOMB SQUAD).

Now we’re out here fulfilling all the prophecies, praying to the factories, cutting down your daddy’s trees.

Now look what you’ve done when you keep your head down bol staring at the son, yo.

Don’t get caught with your head in the sand.

Or burn your eyes out and tell me that it’s God’s plan.

It’s too hot even if you wanna pop.

We’re all burning from the bottom to the top, make it stop.

I guess we’ll just wait on this floating rock.

Until a bigger rock comes and SLAM!

That’s when the beat drops.

Instead I think I’ll buy a brand new whip.

It runs on dinosaur bones and gets me one trip.

Now stay where you are. We’re going backwards, fast-riding in the same car.

Never tell me that we’re doing enough.

If it’s wrong or you think we got the right stuff (RIGHT STUFF).

Let’s keep dreaming even if it’s going dark.

I want to see how it ends and forget how it started.