Contra-Banned

Lyrics

[Intro] Contraband Meaning: goods that have been imported or exported illegally Synonyms: smuggle, black market, bootleg or under-the-counter This is that illegal dope shit we've been banned for [Verse 1: Skits Vicious] Click click, picture a corpse Selfie stick, filter of course Healthy choice, fix a divorce Donkey kick, bitch I'm the horse I piss on the walls of the court house Ruff! Ruff! Who let the dogs out!? Fallout, blackout, all out war Shit you never heard before [Verse 2: Jay Reaper] Once more we taking this shit to ridiculous heights And I'm never a quitter, I fight for my life You can call me whatever, I do what I like (But you can't talk no more) when you head is on ice See, my mind not quite right (Nah!) I been dealing with the devil all my life (Yeah!) Now I'ma stay a rebel to the day that I die And I know y'all praying for the day that I die [Verse 3: Skits Vicious and Jay Reaper] Wasteline with the Persian blade Spreading like a vermin plague Turn the page, early stage Safe to say we got a murder case You get turned to steak, scorpion I'ma burn ya face, earn your place You gone, learn one way Words like a dagger I'm stabbin' away The lion is loose better get out the way Caged in, pasing around What's that sound? T-Rex shakin' the ground Taking 'em out real steady Goons in the back still ready Eyo, fetch my machete Swinging and singing Andrea Bocelli My niggas is sinning like Ed, Edd 'n Eddy Looking for Gucci y'all niggas is petty I'm looking for beasts that are heavy like chevy [Hook: Skits Vicious and Jay Reaper] This is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro Keep your rewards and your late-night show Stick it where the sun don't shine, bitch This is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro Keep your rewards and your late-night show I'ma keep it real till I die, bitch [Bridge] It's all bullshit, folks It's all bullshit and it's bad for you Now, you wouldn't know it [Verse 4: Skits Vicious and Jay Reaper] The radio can suck my dick They ain't givin' us plaques They ain't playing our tracks Like we ain't got a bunch of hits If you ain't givin' me a pass, I don't give a rat's ass They judge the book 'cause we ain't on the same page Fuck yo plugs, i'm still on the main stage Came with a bag full of contraband D.O.D. Army across the land We across the globe, we lost all hope Your mission is impossible, we stoppin no Walkin' like the maffia, we cock and load And rushin' like a razzia we trap 'em all It's time for a new age, new ways Rid niggas like tooth ache What a do? I'ma stuff 'em in a duvet Dude lame, dude late. Wanna full rate? We got a noose for your neck (Saddam Hussein) We came, we saw, we conquered Insane, no wax and inconcert As we take control, true to the game You know the name, that's why This is not for the radio