Salt Water
[Verse 1: Bisk]
No video, but so visual
Flipping notes, spitting flows, no sipping Mo
Where's my crown? Now bow down and hit the road
Sipping slow, oughta know with a bigger boat
No lock on the trap door
Pack it raw in a flat kitchen
Stand there sittin', while I do this for the cash and women
Like, what the fuck'd you rap for?
To the swamp on a ferry
I know shit's peak I'll be here when you're ready
Mr. N fell asleep with the telly on
Long story short, we don't get along
I guess it weren't meant to be
Put your hands in the air like it's ten to three
Why these pussies always tempting me?
Know I make the shit bang, no mp3
[Verse 2: Lee Scott]
C-curtains closed, to stop the sun shining in
Stressed out, suppressing the good guy within
Dilutin' me juice with crushed ice and gin
Like, 'Fuck life, let the fun times begin'
Fortune favours those who are born fortunate
And unfortunatly for you I was born fortunate
To be blessed with the skills to rob all your shit
Want it all, but when I've got it
I want more of it
What you tripping for?
Like you didn't know this was raw
I listen to me own shit in awe
You're so last week
I'm hype like Mozambique
It's just the way the low class speak
Before you and your life coach have agreed a fee
Watch a DJ Khaled motivational speech for free
I look in the mirror and take a bow for being me
I pay a legal fee with illegal P
[Verse 3: Salar]
Escape from Hell like Evil Dee
And transition from common thug to elite MC seamlessly
Tweedledum and Tweedledee agree with me
When you look at me it's like the first time you've seen the sea
I don't wanna be a legend, but they need me to be
So I fuck around and be a g like Eazy E easily
I keep it clean like Evisu jeans and a Fila T
Burger King crown with your queen feeding me
Bacon Double-Cheese
I'm 'bout that honey like bumblebees
Eastward stare got your bird weak in the buckled knees
With a scud of trees stuffed in her double d's
Geez
I get lifted on that Keith Murray steez
Brother please
I'm touching keys like Booker T
Black to the white are facts of my life
The nicest, dastardly like
Pass me the mic
The only rapper who says 'I'm the best' and is actually right
[Verse 4: Stinkin Slumrok]
I just robbed another wife from the cemetry
(?) want much from the seventeenth century
Trademark craft aroma therapy
Knock two down and eat the meledy
Doc you're mailin' me
You're tellin' me they wanna walk up in the woods?
Tryin' stompin' in the swamp while still retainin' all their goods?
You the type of nig my nanna call a poppet
Too slow for all that concious shit but still they want a crown of prophet
Thirteen Kool-Aid sachets in my goblet
You're auntie got that batty then I wants it
(?) fucker steady firin' from the cockpit
You can go and fuck your scene unless i'm claimin' from your profit
I ain't here to be your buddy buddy
Mr. Budget rode in rockin' with my rocket slowly throbbin' in your
Gabbie noggin
They slammed me in the house again, I chew her out to teach 'em nothing
Life has been a bitch for me, I guess thats how I got to love it
[Verse 5: Black Josh]
You can't stifel the kid, the rifle got clips
Aiming right at your clique, goodbye little bitch
You could say I was zev born i've been fly since the midge
I'm countin' money while you're reliant, typing your shit
Give a fuck about your gimmick, you're just lyin' you prick
You ain't intimidating no one, all these guys are a myth
Its Blah boys baby, better get to hiding your chick
I’ll get her lightin' my spliff while ridin' my dick
Watchin' Jeremy Kyreland(?) crips
High on the scripts, my mind's an abyss
Young sweg lord dying to flip
More money fuck problems man life is a bitch
We was hyper as kids
Now we cold sag, sippin' lean, grindin' some pif
Times that I missed, high off the shits
Don't involve either money or licks
I'm fully equiped, and gonna be rich
My brovado (?) dough
Gully as shit
Quit runnin' your lips
[Outro]
"Good evening children. Tonight we shall talk about atomic energy, and how discoveries—made about a hundred years ago—completely changed our perception of the elements, and the face of the atom."
No video, but so visual
Flipping notes, spitting flows, no sipping Mo
Where's my crown? Now bow down and hit the road
Sipping slow, oughta know with a bigger boat
No lock on the trap door
Pack it raw in a flat kitchen
Stand there sittin', while I do this for the cash and women
Like, what the fuck'd you rap for?
To the swamp on a ferry
I know shit's peak I'll be here when you're ready
Mr. N fell asleep with the telly on
Long story short, we don't get along
I guess it weren't meant to be
Put your hands in the air like it's ten to three
Why these pussies always tempting me?
Know I make the shit bang, no mp3
[Verse 2: Lee Scott]
C-curtains closed, to stop the sun shining in
Stressed out, suppressing the good guy within
Dilutin' me juice with crushed ice and gin
Like, 'Fuck life, let the fun times begin'
Fortune favours those who are born fortunate
And unfortunatly for you I was born fortunate
To be blessed with the skills to rob all your shit
Want it all, but when I've got it
I want more of it
What you tripping for?
Like you didn't know this was raw
I listen to me own shit in awe
You're so last week
I'm hype like Mozambique
It's just the way the low class speak
Before you and your life coach have agreed a fee
Watch a DJ Khaled motivational speech for free
I look in the mirror and take a bow for being me
I pay a legal fee with illegal P
[Verse 3: Salar]
Escape from Hell like Evil Dee
And transition from common thug to elite MC seamlessly
Tweedledum and Tweedledee agree with me
When you look at me it's like the first time you've seen the sea
I don't wanna be a legend, but they need me to be
So I fuck around and be a g like Eazy E easily
I keep it clean like Evisu jeans and a Fila T
Burger King crown with your queen feeding me
Bacon Double-Cheese
I'm 'bout that honey like bumblebees
Eastward stare got your bird weak in the buckled knees
With a scud of trees stuffed in her double d's
Geez
I get lifted on that Keith Murray steez
Brother please
I'm touching keys like Booker T
Black to the white are facts of my life
The nicest, dastardly like
Pass me the mic
The only rapper who says 'I'm the best' and is actually right
[Verse 4: Stinkin Slumrok]
I just robbed another wife from the cemetry
(?) want much from the seventeenth century
Trademark craft aroma therapy
Knock two down and eat the meledy
Doc you're mailin' me
You're tellin' me they wanna walk up in the woods?
Tryin' stompin' in the swamp while still retainin' all their goods?
You the type of nig my nanna call a poppet
Too slow for all that concious shit but still they want a crown of prophet
Thirteen Kool-Aid sachets in my goblet
You're auntie got that batty then I wants it
(?) fucker steady firin' from the cockpit
You can go and fuck your scene unless i'm claimin' from your profit
I ain't here to be your buddy buddy
Mr. Budget rode in rockin' with my rocket slowly throbbin' in your
Gabbie noggin
They slammed me in the house again, I chew her out to teach 'em nothing
Life has been a bitch for me, I guess thats how I got to love it
[Verse 5: Black Josh]
You can't stifel the kid, the rifle got clips
Aiming right at your clique, goodbye little bitch
You could say I was zev born i've been fly since the midge
I'm countin' money while you're reliant, typing your shit
Give a fuck about your gimmick, you're just lyin' you prick
You ain't intimidating no one, all these guys are a myth
Its Blah boys baby, better get to hiding your chick
I’ll get her lightin' my spliff while ridin' my dick
Watchin' Jeremy Kyreland(?) crips
High on the scripts, my mind's an abyss
Young sweg lord dying to flip
More money fuck problems man life is a bitch
We was hyper as kids
Now we cold sag, sippin' lean, grindin' some pif
Times that I missed, high off the shits
Don't involve either money or licks
I'm fully equiped, and gonna be rich
My brovado (?) dough
Gully as shit
Quit runnin' your lips
[Outro]
"Good evening children. Tonight we shall talk about atomic energy, and how discoveries—made about a hundred years ago—completely changed our perception of the elements, and the face of the atom."