Lyrics

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] Fire marshall on speed dial Swinging towards the farthest branch Back at the ranch, meanwhile Torch lit, cough up bad shit like brother in green mile It's your local broken release valve Now Roads are to ease down Me and your the cliqua kicking freestyles over pollo guisado That autograph will cost you a shiatsu and a grease-down Rockin' a geese down Stones Throw's in your glass house Cooking casseroles to them assholes down to their last out Fresh out of the manhole into the madhouse, and how I roll with a shamwow for cleaning your cache out Cats in 4-D, heard demons get cast out And back at age fourteen, females I asked out That's when I passed out [Verse 2: yU] I love it when the puppet interrupts the puppeteer Man up, you got a hand up your back, tuck in your tears Taking is overrated, I'm asking what did you give One of your ribs like you was Adam for real Doesn't matter if you had a fatter shadow than him Razzle dazzling your peers with that [?] ain't even payed for Four times more than what you could have payed Could've stayed [?] from now to the grave You addicted to that bullshit they kicking, huh? Sounded all young with the ticket-ticket-ticketron Style, got enough to spare I could lend you some Go for what I know first, then you up in your come Comfortable, yeah, got a lung full of air Saying prayer before I share like a monk with no hair I titter round with the honor Line up the rest whether major or minor Falling behind this diamond district [?] [Verse 3: Tah Phrum Duh Bush] Your record labels don't shine me, but they know how to find me Act blindly, [?] lip service and no eyes like [?] I'm not your [?], I say that from my spacecraft In your swimming pool with socks on, a hairy chest and a shaved back No heroics, I'm diffusing you homophobics Benching fifty in my zumba class and doing step aerobics Get my wild guy freestyle on, fly like Arizona in your [?] [?] like sock-hop [?], get your '78 style on I do this shit that makes the people who makes the industry Standers want to shoot me Like driving around with a dime piece and bird-shaped covered [?] Do what I want to do Do what I'm gonna do Play that background on your [?] Your style is [?] Lightweight like [?] is two [?] very rarely do Kinda like the summer flu If you didn't get it you need to rewind Put my dick in your conscious and fuck with your mind Tell you mom to be at the [?] around three She bought the condoms last time, now they on me [Verse 4: Shad] From the land of beavers and Bieber and meaters instead of feed 'em features, free verses, my field of research Teacher at the school of hard knocks where I lecture on leisure Leader of the new school, Ph-deeper than Steve Kurth [?] girth of Khalida, my means still got the speed burst Down the baseline, reverse a lay-up, I'm leaner I'm like either like free political prisoners are selling t-shirts With jail bars underneath them reading "free merch" Sell them after shows for like double what the T's worth You could spend half the fee on some fried Arabian cheese curds Eat first and rip the mic, [?] Rapid be the beats, dirty singing the key words Even scream it loud as the crowd in the bleachers It's [?] to be heard, murder mics that seep through your speakers That won't find peace in police searches Street persons to keep urbans, we all the same people, let's keep working