Heathens

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Still rock the Nuke Proof I keep on rockin' in the free world Doot-doola-doot-doo It's Feeding Time at the Zoo II Q-Tip, the Last Zulu I brought the Tribe through Speak the truth like my hand's on the Bible Doing this 'til the Earth turn into a fireball Clever words to incite a riot But the crowd never heard—'cos the mic too quiet They'll probably turn it up for the headliner Spread the butter Drink a toast to the breadliner The Umpire, I watch the game from a distance The first one you wanna blame for all thе wrong decisions Became acquaintеd with the concept of optimism But soon forgot the wisdom Because I didn't have a pot to piss in Or a window to throw it out of A dead end street If you figured you know about us Until ends meet The possibilities are boundless Opportunities are rare And the dice rolls without us [Chorus] These slum lords must have thought we was born yesterday These young boys must have thought we got nothing left to say And all these non-believers who said Jesus couldn't levitate And all these other heathens [Verse 2] Tailor-made rhyme style Wake 'n' bake lifestyle Hood chicks look like Lady Pink in Wild Style Avocado Got the Charlie Brown profile Smoke the Bob Marley 'til I start to sound docile And forget where my keys at Quick with the tree strapped Quit, then I relapse Like... 'Ah, shit! Where the weed at?!' Next episode He's back with the recap Like Our Graham with the quick reminder Lit the fire, got Busy on the synthesiser They always said he was the sickest rhymer 'Til he shaved his head Like a Third Reich sympathiser But he think like Malcolm X Got the finished mixes But he didn't drop the album yet The outcome Of the numbers wasn't adding up Feeling like he had enough Wanna duck to Magaluf Lit a spliff bigger than a woolly mammoth tusk I wonder why it seem like everybody mad at us He might lose his mind and let the 'matic bust Take it easy Ken Kesey on the Magic Bus With a bag of dust To take the pain away The dragon huff and he puff And spit the flame again I wrote this On the front porch On a rainy day These slum lords must have thought we was born yesterday These young boys must have thought we got nothing left to say And all these non-believers who said Jesus couldn't levitate [Chorus] These slum lords must have thought we was born yesterday These young boys must have thought we got nothing left to say And all these non-believers who said Jesus couldn't levitate And all these other heathens