[Intro: SVDP]
Uh, blvck, turn my shit up
Turn my shit up
Huh?
[Verse 1: SVDP]
I said came for the money bag, stayed for the pussy
Gangrene from the bullet wounds, blood from my bully
Bulletproof blvck windows on a blvck Cadillac
Blvck leather, blvck gloves, blvck metal, blvck mask
Back, back in this bitch with a bag of new tricks
New kids on the block, boy, bands comin' in
Bands come in all colors now, worldwide poppin'
Sideways non-stoppin' when the reaper come knockin'
Like bang, bang, bang, bang! Tell him I ain't home
And I ain't never plan to answer it, we been goin' ape
And staying loaded with banana clips
Wish a dummy would and watch us turn 'em into mannequins
Pulled up to the disco, watch the people start to panic
And all we еver wanted was a shot at being hеard
Instead of being shot at by the local news and all the cameramen
All we ever needed was each other for the come up
While our stomach always starvin', while we looking for some answers
And tryin' to get any leg up on anybody tryin' to come and body us
Before we get a chance to benefit, Oedipus, Oedipus
Motherfucker really had no clue with who he messin' with
Runnin' amok and movin' through zombies who dead already
They label us all as radicals, animals with machetes
But we don't move with no weapons, the blade is my mother tongue
And the only language I'm speakin' when piggies is runnin' up...
[Interlude: SVDP]
Get 'em, yeah!
Burn that shit down!
[Chorus: SVDP]
'Til the day they take away my sacred shining (Hey!)
Shut it down, burn it all, they gon' find out in time and (Hey!)
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
'Til the day they take away my sacred shining (Hey!)
Shut it down, burn it all, they gon' find out in time and (Hey!)
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
[Verse 2: Backxwash]
What the fuck is this scene? Need a starter machine
To start it up 'cause the spark is so gleam
The Martin, the King, the Xs, our art in the scene
But art is not seen, reflections are far in-between
One verse: swarm the elites
Pardon the scheme, it's part of a larger belief
I feel like Harden, hard in the knees
As he targets a three, you think it's foul 'til you up in the seats
Swish, swish, don't claim to be a poet
Feel like Fela Kuti with the handpicked explosive
Feel like Femi Kuti with the gangrene component
'Bout to blow the building, fuck up the ceiling
I'm Grace Jones with an A-bomb
Running up the fuckin' State Farm, now bitches better stay calm
Ray Charles with an 8 ball
Shooting up your fucking paywall, one shot to filet y'all
I'm Grace Jones with an A-bomb
Running up the fuckin' State Farm, now bitches better stay calm
Ray Charles with an 8 ball
Shooting up your fucking paywall, one shot to filet y'all
[Chorus: SVDP]
'Til the day they take away my sacred shining (Hey!)
Shut it down, burn it all, they gon' find out in time and (Hey!)
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
'Til the day they take away my sacred shining (Hey!)
Shut it down, burn it all, they gon' find out in time and (Hey!)
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
[Outro: SVDP]
(Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?)
