Why you gotta do 'em like this
Good lord!
They ain't even see it comin'
Heard the baseline humming'
They just don't ever make 'em like this
Any more
We going back to the basics
Rhyming from our basements
Pushin' all the limits
Til it's abouta break
Shakin' windows
Rattlin' doors
Bumpin' nails up out the floor
I'm seasoned like cast iron
Put through the fire
Rock solid and electric
I guess I'm hard wired
Rough around the edges
And I'm always startin' static
I'll push you in the pool
If I think you're problematic
I'll be comin' atcha wild (feral)
Running with a hatchet
I don't like how you're acting
'Bout to knock you off the planet
Droppin' heavy like granite
Body bouncing snappin' necks
Flak jackets are required
From the flyin' fragments
Catch yourself a concussion
From bobbin' head reflexes
Put a hole in your lip
From overbite excesses
Now get checked up
Cuz I took it to the rack
I'm on a cookout yo
With these nasty ass tactics
It's kinda tragic
You're lost in your habits
Got no clue where you are
Now put the lotion in the basket
Why you gotta do 'em like this
Good lord!
They ain't even see it comin'
Heard the baseline humming'
They just don't ever make 'em like this
Any more
We going back to the basics
Rhyming from our basements
The hypeness
The same kind of likeness
That you heard before
But now we back
Don't try to fight this
Much much older, prouder
Like 10 times louder
Winning over chart toppers
Plus the average doubter
Thought we stopped a while ago
Now we bringing all the flow
Steady body rocking
Pop locking at the grocery store
Freezer section
Cuz my style is so cold
But still a hot tamale
If I may be so bold, like
Jalapeños, feeling extra
(Like the teens go)
Dragon's breath, blow fire
See what I mean yo?
Way out of pocket
The level when we drop it
Try pumping the brakes
But ya still can't stop this
Too much to overcome
Look at what we've gone and done
Try to look past it
Now you wanna come and get you some
Yeah and I don't blame you for a second
Don't ever second guess it
We old school, but still be
On some next shit
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Why you gotta do 'em like this
Good lord!
They ain't even see it comin'
Heard the baseline humming'
They just don't ever make 'em like this
Any more
We going back to the basics
Rhyming from our basements
Pushin' all the limits
Til it's abouta break
Shakin' windows
Rattlin' doors
Bumpin' nails up out the floor
I'm seasoned like cast iron
Put through the fire
Rock solid and electric
I guess I'm hard wired
Rough around the edges
And I'm always startin' static
I'll push you in the pool
If I think you're problematic
I'll be comin' atcha wild (feral)
Running with a hatchet
I don't like how you're acting
'Bout to knock you off the planet
Droppin' heavy like granite
Body bouncing snappin' necks
Flak jackets are required
From the flyin' fragments
Catch yourself a concussion
From bobbin' head reflexes
Put a hole in your lip
From overbite excesses
Now get checked up
Cuz I took it to the rack
I'm on a cookout yo
With these nasty ass tactics
It's kinda tragic
You're lost in your habits
Got no clue where you are
Now put the lotion in the basket
Why you gotta do 'em like this
Good lord!
They ain't even see it comin'
Heard the baseline humming'
They just don't ever make 'em like this
Any more
We going back to the basics
Rhyming from our basements
The hypeness
The same kind of likeness
That you heard before
But now we back
Don't try to fight this
Much much older, prouder
Like 10 times louder
Winning over chart toppers
Plus the average doubter
Thought we stopped a while ago
Now we bringing all the flow
Steady body rocking
Pop locking at the grocery store
Freezer section
Cuz my style is so cold
But still a hot tamale
If I may be so bold, like
Jalapeños, feeling extra
(Like the teens go)
Dragon's breath, blow fire
See what I mean yo?
Way out of pocket
The level when we drop it
Try pumping the brakes
But ya still can't stop this
Too much to overcome
Look at what we've gone and done
Try to look past it
Now you wanna come and get you some
Yeah and I don't blame you for a second
Don't ever second guess it
We old school, but still be
On some next shit
Good lord!
They ain't even see it comin'
Heard the baseline humming'
They just don't ever make 'em like this
Any more
We going back to the basics
Rhyming from our basements
Pushin' all the limits
Til it's abouta break
Shakin' windows
Rattlin' doors
Bumpin' nails up out the floor
I'm seasoned like cast iron
Put through the fire
Rock solid and electric
I guess I'm hard wired
Rough around the edges
And I'm always startin' static
I'll push you in the pool
If I think you're problematic
I'll be comin' atcha wild (feral)
Running with a hatchet
I don't like how you're acting
'Bout to knock you off the planet
Droppin' heavy like granite
Body bouncing snappin' necks
Flak jackets are required
From the flyin' fragments
Catch yourself a concussion
From bobbin' head reflexes
Put a hole in your lip
From overbite excesses
Now get checked up
Cuz I took it to the rack
I'm on a cookout yo
With these nasty ass tactics
It's kinda tragic
You're lost in your habits
Got no clue where you are
Now put the lotion in the basket
Why you gotta do 'em like this
Good lord!
They ain't even see it comin'
Heard the baseline humming'
They just don't ever make 'em like this
Any more
We going back to the basics
Rhyming from our basements
The hypeness
The same kind of likeness
That you heard before
But now we back
Don't try to fight this
Much much older, prouder
Like 10 times louder
Winning over chart toppers
Plus the average doubter
Thought we stopped a while ago
Now we bringing all the flow
Steady body rocking
Pop locking at the grocery store
Freezer section
Cuz my style is so cold
But still a hot tamale
If I may be so bold, like
Jalapeños, feeling extra
(Like the teens go)
Dragon's breath, blow fire
See what I mean yo?
Way out of pocket
The level when we drop it
Try pumping the brakes
But ya still can't stop this
Too much to overcome
Look at what we've gone and done
Try to look past it
Now you wanna come and get you some
Yeah and I don't blame you for a second
Don't ever second guess it
We old school, but still be
On some next shit
Writer: Kevin Carr, Joe Chuita
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