Save the Day

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I ain't got no motherfuckin cape or tights. I ain't capable of Breaking walls or taking flight, changing form or falling from Amazing heights, but I ain't afraid to brawl of face my frights Face it y'all: I'm unbreakable when I take the mic It takes some might to get up on the fucking stage and preach Expose the fake shit and then make sure that the fake impeached The game's our bitch, we came to save her like her name was Peach And when the show's over we'll both be leaving with two ladies each I'll break your teeth and send 'em flying through the roof Your troops are crying, yelling truce, as I spit fire in the booth If you are Iron Man I'll fry you through the iron in your suit Spiderman gets tied up to his web, I'm tightening the noose I'm the lightning killing Zeus, striking biters in their tooth My freezing rhymes will leave you guys stiff in cryogenic boots But why use my super powers, brothers, I am living proof That you can be a true hero just by inspiring the youth It's time to introduce, the flyest, illest group, the hardest duo: Chill Bump, the smartest artists you know Your squad is too slow. We ain't got no time for your B.S Dimes wanna be with us and their guys all aspire to be us [Chorus] So call us up to save the day And we finna turn up straight away. We'll line 'em up, make 'em pay Til every fake ass rapper fades away So call us up to save the day And we finna turn up straight away. We'll line 'em up, make 'em pay [Verse 2] Hold up, chill, wait up y'all. Get your weight up y'all What you waiting for ? This your wake up call, so inspirational The game's in thrall. Follow me and say no more Let's piss these major labels off and take our art back out the Gator's jaw Raise the bar, this isn't limbo. They set real low These little britle spitters are soft as silk or feathered pillows Follow me, follow me, independent heroes Let's piss off mumbo jumbo rappers, bragging about their swag and pecadillos Let's Knuckle up with these weak clowns. Motherfuckaz get beat down I'll uppercut them and punch up in the sky right through the bleak clouds Comic readers gon read pow, when I knock all of their teeth out I'll have 'em seeing more stars than if they were in the VIP lounge Shouts to homies who hold me down. Those that test me get thrown around One punch and they going down like Gorgeous George and then Golden Brown They cough up blood they choke and drown, they dead and burried below the ground Where we know that they won't be found. We ain't joke around… Yo we got one goal. Yo we got one role To throw you artists off the stage and take control To make the crowd root for us, have a fun show And leave our enemies piled up in a bundle Yo we got one goal. Yo we got one role To throw you artists off the stage and take control To make the crowd root for us, have a fun show And have em going fucking coucou cause they want more [Chorus] So call us up to save the day And we finna turn up straight away. We'll line 'em up, make 'em pay Til every fake ass rapper fades away So call us up to save the day And we finna turn up straight away. We'll line 'em up, make 'em pay