No Way

Lyrics

[Hook: Cecil Otter] Got cracks in our armor, got cracks in the ceilin' And this axe that we're wieldin' will react When we're feelin' that crack, attack, attack And we're on on ya like like a Mack Truck Your honor, we are that fucking filthy [Verse 1: Sims] It's 2000 and self destruct Everybody yellin' that shit's all fucked Yuck, never liked the construct of that square wheel Like, like "money ain't real" Wait... but that ain't real Oh, oh, now I get it We could take it all and split it, give it to the village Doomtree villains, out for the killin' - huh, no kiddin' Good man, but I went a bit bitter When they took a little dinner up off my plate High stakes - okay, I'll play But it ain't your game, and it ain't your rules And it ain't your world, and I brought my crew We some dirty lippin', "fuck your rules" livin' ugly goons, haha It's no kings - no way You're so vain, you probably think it's 'boutcha Well it is, and it ain't And it ain't, but it is I go so fuckin' nasty, no restraint Well I get props, and I play it off And I see them hot, but I fade 'em all Hello, world, it's L.O.P B.T.Z., keep the ring Move out my way, let me do my thing Lemme do my thing, I'mma do my thing [Verse 2: Mike Mictlan] Friction lock rivet Goonish as all fuck Prudent to all stunts Provin' the laws of logarithm Like the wag of a dog's tail, bark back (woof!) Light the rag on your cocktail, spark that Champ on that slang chop, chump on that chomp rap Prob'ly a stomp sack - man, give me my prop back Hold your tooth to my non dap, I ain't no Diddy boy That Beni know we go scrimp dance Dougie, don't stop that! Senor F-R-R Z-Three-R-Zero None other, who's kooler, hula-hoopin' through bank zeroes Hewlett-Packin', loogie yackin' on Don Hero's Bomb appearance, nights in Paris, raw dogging cross limos Toss demos, snot rockets blow up the sub-labels Long tables, callin' shots on a crowd potato The slang mongrel, fanged tonsils, we slay goblins Gay-ngly gay-ng violent, wrangling fake monsters [Hook: Cecil Otter] We got cracks in our armor, got cracks in the ceilin' And this axe that we're wieldin' will react When we're feelin' that crack, attack, attack And we're on ya like like a Mack Truck Your honor, we are that fucking filthy Got cracks in our armor, got cracks in the ceilin' And this axe that we're wieldin' will react When we're feelin' that crack, attack, attack And we're on ya like like a Mack Truck Your honor, we are that fucking filthy [Verse 3: P.O.S.] Ay, what's up? No kings No love for your made up things In the paint, but it ain't no game On the wall with a little complaint - leave that stain Weave through cities dodgin' rain No thing but an open door It's yours, no lie But you've got to get dirty, man, fix your pride We some "preach-em'-real" "Reach-'em", "steal-'em-from-low-ideals" type dudes With a stepped up set of skills And an ick style so kill that wills update daily No frills or pilled up babies No posture phony, just rock solid Un-fuck-with-able dropped knowledge No love for the bull Horns, give 'em Thorns, get 'em in Swarm, let 'em make friends with a storm Buddy up, get close to the war Insides out, no love for the boring Naw, bored, and I bet the heart's off And beatin' under hardwood flooring Poor man's Poe [Hook: Cecil Otter] We got cracks in our armor, got cracks in the ceilin' And this axe that we're wieldin' will react When we're feelin' that crack, attack, attack And we're on ya like like a Mack Truck Your honor, we are