Fast Ones

Lyrics

[Sam King] When the boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising Don't be surprised when them rats start cannibalizing Sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped teeth From mistaking the reef from being shallow, hollow and weak I watch 'em wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumptions This ain't the place for the faint of heart It's cold and it loves nothing Snare, kick, hi-hat Boom bap, doom raps Fast cash, class war Click clack Who that? See me with a sword, better head for the door Double-time, chop chop Deep throat neck gash Am I really gonna have to slow it down for all you dummies in the back? [Refrain:] Pulled a fast one Our sleight of hand got it past them They always absent 'til the cash come Come fuck around and catch a bad one A bad one Pulled a fast one Our sleight of hand got it past them They always absent 'til the cash come Come fuck around and catch a bad one A bad one [Ceschi] Sometimes we gotta pull a fast one I have seen many intelligent beings act dumb Quick lick, up on the streets fools make a lot of excuses Endless stories, call 'em slick rick Bitch boys like to act tough 'til the moment erupts You can punch drunkenly at me but I'll probably be dropping a Nazi Click click, pop pop, twelve gonna put me in cuffs It's okay, if I get locked up, i'ma be swimming in honey buns Commissary paid, I don't need to break a leg, no I never had much luck Only got a lot of love, thanks to my day ones, hip hop, and punk rock Y'all so short-sighted trend-hoppers biting Ain't nobody gonna get up in the way of my energy and they better be ready For what the universe brings Bitter pill, Fentanyl I don't got enough fingers to count the friends it killed Yes, I've kissed the floor before, linoleum Girls have called me a fat wreck but now I win We don't do this for the motherfucking fame, that's so fucking lame Punk rap poseurs get the fuck out of our way We were born into this game, fuck your Instagram That brand new mohawk must have scrambled your brain [The D.O.C.] Ay, we used to say fuck the coppers on ayahuasca All I want is knockers and poppers to keep it poppin' I've been living so off balance That even drowning's a fucking challenge Violence every day This ain't fuckin' fantasy island Niggas wildin' I was when it used to be attitudes Now it's just a minstrel, black fists It's black fools Clowns in blackface Night of the fucking baseheads you fuckin' laced Your homie is part of the fuckin' feds (ahhh) But I saw light on that fuckin' mic That fuckin' Fat Mike played some shit that I fuckin' liked Sketchy motherfuckers from the night painted fucking right We gon' stick our fuckin' fingers in the world's dykes Trying to get these words out Pushin' these fuckin' kites Cuz you gon' serve a third of your fuckin' life Tryin' to keep it hot boy Got you another strike Fuckin' with that pop boy Eazy as Eric Wright All I want is guns, food, and fun Land, moon, and sun Sovereign, watching my problems burn a trillion ones On a bunch of bad bitches Who gag his ass snitchin' But fuck 'em cuz this shit ain't the same That's how they livin'