Plane Gang

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Reks] I been on my raw shit, my oh shit, my killer tall shit With the Plane Gang, boomerang tosses Fantastic four-ces flowing like faucets A bunch of F you's abusing artists All this is is optimist forming Competition is boring, yawning Y'all in no position to forget your mittens When the fingers in the oven, think of Dan Gloving Racist ass [?] with the standard headhunting Dammit I be bugging, pandemonium loving Plan to blow a bug then reduce us to carcass Impostors, posse of the four-headed monsters [Verse 2: Akrobatik] Yeah Plane Gang the team who you respect We stay above the clouds like Preme, Guru and Deck I brutalize you little guys that's new to the set Unless you true to the vets, this is how crucial it gets We giving hip-hop protection like the feudalist set And in return all we ask is come through and respect The message that the song is meant to give I'm with my city's strongest representatives Infinity bars how long we're meant to live Immortal techniques, we're born to let our raps speak You know how the story go, the ageless primordial Champs you can't handle here Dropping jewels on you like a chandelier The quiet killer like a panda bear [Verse 3: Edo G] Plane Gang maintain the bang bang Gold chain gang, spit slang to spit game Is whip flames with fangs, vampire shit here Scary story campfire shit You turnt up, I don't get that high No style, SkyMiles, you don't get that fly You a wildcard, you don't get that buy I'm a stand up dude, you a sit down guy Edo's the nigga for it, ill 16s with ill chorus Giving rappers all rigarmortis The hare against the tortoise, we restore this Carry torches building a fortress [Verse 4: Termanology] Passport T, Plane Gang T First things first, free Wais the P-I-M-P Thank God for my necklace And thank God for giving me the heart to protect it, I'm reckless Big tit grabber, big tip leaver Bedroom bully, hotel trasher Fuck 'em 'til they gasping like I ain't got asthma Asperine gon' be needed after this trashing Me, I'm on my second passport, the first one's a wrap More stamps than the post office, stop it Rolled up so high to the TSA They said, "Where you flying, son?" I said, "up, up and away" [Chorus] Representing for the East Coast Reks, Akrobatik, Edo G, Termanology The grind don't stop, aim for the sky The grind don't stop, aim for the sky [Verse 5: Akrobatik] Yeah, Eastern Standard Time got the people all standing in line Just to see skills, I'm brandishing mine All the knockoffs'll vanish in time Over the banister, they fall short like Tyrian Lanister [Verse 6: Reks] Game of Thrones chance with the asswhooping for amateurs In a foreign land with the band of lyrical bandits A view that's panoramic [?] nobody can handle us We animals, the Eastern standard slang as the beat bang [Verse 7: Edo G] Edo, Termanology, my momma proud of me Reks, Ak, them my dudes solemnly Now follow me, my balls hang, no skinnys Y'all stepping over dollars to make pennies [Verse 8: Termanology] I hit the stage with the greatest performers you ever seen Army fatigues but you can never call me fatigued You know the breath control is so cold Follow the flow, that's why we the greatest that's unknown [Chorus] Representing for the East Coast Reks, Akrobatik, Edo G, Termanology The grind don't stop, aim for the sky The grind don't stop, aim for the sky Representing for the East Coast Reks, Akrobatik, Edo G, Termanology The grind don't stop, aim for the sky The grind don't stop, aim for the sky