Power

Lyrics

[Intro: Jimmy Nice] Oh yeah What up, Illy Al? What up, 60? It's my turn, man It's my turn [Verse 1: Jimmy Nice] I'm livin' in a Forty level terrace that towers out of the heavens I'ma pull out a rock from my bag made out of Hessian Try to knock out my windows, invite the deceased to party Make it rain out of everywhere we steppin', a'ight They call me Jimmy Dean or James Flames, it's all the same Hayne or Federer: ain't no one better in the game Got a bird's-eye view, meanin' hella good aim A voicemail that records whenever y'all prayin' I'm a triple six in the sky, I'm fuckin' unpredictable (Hey) Sunshine in the summer, I'm fuckin' up that ritual (All right) Try to send me to Satan for playin' cards, skippin' school Kept one up my sleeve and tricked you fools I'm a joker, formulatin' my set, I forget Where my ball went? The news—Henry the Fifth's head (Shit) Get us some petty, I think we gonna hit red Six eggs left to throw at my racing bed Got the real James Dean to chauffeur me there instead Wouldn't be half bad if [?] half dead This my halfway home, half white, half red Ask Fred who bedrock it the hardest in the bed ([?]) He gon' tell you my name, Betty say Lu If he tell me your name we gon' say, "Who?" Horrorshow and Joyride make up the crew And we been puttin' in work, check the résumé, dude 2002, we recorded through computer mics Seven rappers in one take, make sure you do it right [?] to droppin' a cameo for Swarmy (Swarmy) Then we dropped The Future's Bright [?] the Light Call me cocky, but I can do this with my eyes shut Mouth shut when talkin' to cops, put five up School teacher told me that "There's no I in team" In turn, I'm tellin' him my team run the I-Dub Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, lyrically put the chalk around ya I'm tired of bein' short-changed like a water fountain Maybe that's karma for all the times that I stole from 'em See gold, got a hold like Gollum [Interlude: Nick Lupi] Uh Yeah A-Diddy, loop that up for me, man If you would be so kind, haha [Verse 2: Nick Lupi] Turn up the speakers, I still Got instrumentals playin' in my inner monologue (Still) I'm in a zone once I get the lyrics poppin' off Furniture movin' and the lights flickin' on and off (Uh) Paranormal shit when we in your city rockin' spots (Uh, uh, woo) One Day is the clique, Spit, Horrorsquad Joyride 'bout to shut 'em down, just give 'em what you got ([?]) I sleep when I'm dead (Dead), let's get a bottle, boss Way too much pussy to be tamed to be noddin' off And, yo, I'm wide awake, in a state, higher place Kush in the air, I'm in an elevated mind state Hold up, let me just find my place Let me take it back for a sec, yeah, let's rewind the tape (Uh) Rockin' shows in high school, yeah, I had a fake ID Faded every weekend, still I aced the HSC (98) There were no girls back then, was mainly me But now the girls at our shows look like they from an agency (Haha) Like Priscilla's, I ain't talkin' 'bout a desert queen (Uh-uh) I'm talkin' 'bout some dime pieces in the mezzanine (Oh yeah) And she lookin' damn fine in them denim jeans (Uh, uh) West Coast, evergreen, twisted like some fettuccine We in Perth, we rock a show, we hit the strippers (Uh) They lookin' at us like, "These cunts ain't gonna tip us" The country girls ask me, "Nick, do you have a missus?" I said, "Even if I did, would it really make a difference?" Ohh, she do it vicious, damn, I need a witness We get a bit of hate, but it's mostly well-wishers Mostly well fit bitches, I'm tryna put some Ticks on my wish list, gourmet shit on my dishes [Outro: Nick Lupi] Yeah, we back up in this Chief got the weed and [?] got the [?] [?] this that One Dayer's business We back up in this [?]