Deviiser - Head to the Lab Lyrics

This is that music that the cops don't wanna hear so make sure that you turn it up cuz f*ck em
Don't let em tell you nothin
This is that music that the cops don't wanna hear so make sure that you turn it up cuz f*ck em
Don't let em tell you nothin
This that Gross beat that you can ride to
You want that street sound
Then I'll provide you
Let me head to the lab so I can cook
Let me head to the lab so I can cook
I'm ready for war
This right here is a competitive sport
Better get your lines in order like Columbia deals cuz I never come short when I head to record
Pulled the lever to Hell's door and headed in for, a deal with the devil to be on a level beyond comprehension to settle the score, and win all my battles with treacherous force
Learned to produce and it earned me the juice in the rap game
I'm sleighin everyday like it's Christmas Eve
I diminish the beats that I'm makin
Treat the mic like a weapon whenever I step in the booth
I cannot be faded, like permanent markers
Talk your shit cuz' I love the hatin
My shit can be played in the streets
Your shit can be played to retreat
That 808 make that booty drop and bounce
Have you heard from all around the block when you cruise in the whip with the kicker
That shit that make 5-0 suspicious and bitter to pull your car and harass you cuz' they profile daily to try to earn cheddar
Man f*ck the police
I ain't down with a pig in a blue uniform
They killin' civilians for nothin
I wanna take a spike to their head like a mother f*ckin unicorn
I put the truth on wax when I'm in the booth
It's facts
I could give two shits what a copper thinks
Now cruise to that
This is that music that the cops don't wanna hear so make sure that you turn it up cuz' f*ck em
Don't let em tell you nothin
This is that music that the cops don't wanna hear so make sure that you turn it up cuz' f*ck em
Don't let em tell you nothin
This that Gross beat that you can ride to
You want that street sound
Then I'll provide you
Let me head to the lab so I can cook
Let me head to the lab so I can cook
I'm that cracker with flow from California, down in the ghetto where we have them corners
Loaded with soldiers concealing the weapons for rivals that want it whenever they storm in
Been to parties where pistols were popped, instead of the liquor for shots
They scatter like roaches, when the four four gets to smokin and cops come to visit to block
I ain't a gangsta, but I'm affiliated
I built relations, so if degradin my name you'll make it into a hearse to the desert and buried so respect the alias
It's the land of the heartless
Survival is key
You can be eyed on the scene as a target for nothing
Left dead in the rain or get mugged whether night or morning
I've squared up, and I've been jumped
Got stomped out and got back up, cuz if I lost a fight when I headed home,
Tough love
I'd get smacked up
Had to go harder
I'm glad I was raised to not pussy out
Pushed me to rage
So mother I thank you for all that you've done cuz it also helps me when on stage
Throw your hands up if you've had it rough
Wave a finger and grab a cup
Take a sip and say f*ck the world to the haters talkin
The trap is tough
To you bitches with opinions that wanna talk shit on where I come from
If you ain't lived in it, then don't mention it cuz' you don't know the slums son
This is that music that the cops don't wanna hear so make sure that you turn it up cuz f*ck em
Don't let em tell you nothin
This is that music that the cops don't wanna hear so make sure that you turn it up cuz f*ck em
Don't let em tell you nothin
This that Gross beat that you can ride to
You want that street sound
Then I'll provide you
Let me head to the lab so I can cook
Let me head to the lab so I can cook