All Saints

I got momentum like I’m downhill rollin’ on a stolen bike

Killers on the loose, hold them bars how you hold your life

This is action by example, my **** no advice

Know yourself, know your enemies, and know your vice

If it’s skate or die, then I’ma have to skate on it

Another Wylie Morrison mixtape, I wouldn’t wait on it

You afraid to talk about it, I would put the bank on it

But I’ma say it loud, homie. I’ma put some stank on it.

Got a mean one, two, and thrice

Hit ya with the Bobby Bonilla then the Van Slyke

You heard of the third, Base God like a crackpipe

I’m on your feed next to #AboutLastNight

Straight outta Detroit

Ricky leave ya history department unemployed

Big voice, Black man, still soft spoken

Got the top down, volume up, bumpin’ Beethoven

It’s already in motion, don’t know why you in a hurry

These cold hearts wanna Bogart like Terry

Til cooler heads are willin’ to fill in with Fatal Furies

And somebody’s loved one is leavin’ out on a Gurney

Now I ain’t seen it all, but I seen enough to know

You can’t play the hand that ya never let go

All these mufuckas wanna talk about is what they hold

But if the givin’ aint a given then you gotta fuckin’ go

They wanna know my name

They wanna know my name

First guess: Parle vouz Francais?

The wheels down, they in they feels, now

And if they question where we headed

Mufucka, look up!

They wanna know my name

They wanna know my name

First guess: Parle vouz Francais?

The wheels down, they in they feels, now

And if they question where we headed

Mufucka, look up!

Holy Roller, overdrive, we out here like the CobraKair

And stuntin’ the summer year round cos that southern sun don’t seem to wanna die

Our normal looks like overhype. I time portal through your whole life.

Les Bon Temps Roulee, I show you what the future like

I might drive thru on a light cycle, throw deuces high on those school rivals

I don’t do mild, I don’t do idle, I’m a too wild voodoo child

You knew child this new fire will make’em say “What, who, now?”

Getcha bell rung like a clinical oncology textbook after school’s out

Bless up, cells down

**** sayin’ nothin’ like “Somethin’ somethin’ Mezcal”

Say it with yo chest, I don’t got time to read the text now

They seen me in the field, and now they callin’ for the checkdown

Tell the mayor “don’t forget. The promise is supported”

We will light the city brighter than the WhoVille Forest

Cindy Lou World Order, too hot to ignore it

I’m talkin’ all-seasons down at Tipitina’s Hallelujah, good mornin!

Yo’ sidework keep the bar stocked. My side work fill a car lot.

We merrily in solidarity then I blast off cos I’m a StarFox

This our street. This our block. No Paul Blart strip mall cop.

Give a fuck what you think with this city on 10-Man Unlock

There’s no rest for the wicked, so they discount your sleep number

Just before you visit loved ones they put into a deep slumber

I am the love. The BPM my heartbeat.

Keepin’ it a grand … Starfleet

They wanna know my name

First guess: Parle vouz Francais?

The wheels down, they in they feels, now

And if they question where we headed

Mufucka, look up!

They wanna know my name

They wanna know my name

First guess: Parle vouz Francais?

The wheels down, they in they feels, now

And if they question where we headed

Mufucka, look up!

Now, all my friends say that I changed

They say I’m radical

I’m radical

So, radical

My clothes are the same,

They Black & Gold

They Black & Gold

All Black & Gold

They say that I changed

They say I’m radical

I’m radical

So radical

But my clothes are the same,

They Black & Gold

They Black & Gold

All Black & Gold

They say that I changed