MIIDDY - Announcement (feat. Beechey) Lyrics

Warning. MIIDDY, Beechey. Check

Uh, I think it's time for an announcement
Bitch we in the house now our sound is surrounding
Every ounce of energy, the whole crowd's bouncing
Place about to pop, we don't ever need a sound check

For this moment, nothing could prepare you
Underestimate me motherf*cker oh I dare you
Howling at the moon you don't want it with the werewolf
Catch me in the zone, Godzilla, prone to tear roofs
Back up in the building fire warning when that heat drop
Toxic with the venom bet that shit'll hit a sweet spot
I been on so much shit man I really need a detox
Still I go and hotbox just to let that beat rock

This is war yeah my jaw got that raw static
Tore the fabric of your reality, caused panic
Automatically, dark and cloudy, that's what the forecast is
We're on the storm front get on the floor or fall back bitch

Deep bass give your DNA an orgasm
Put you in a dream state and rearrange your thought patterns
These days I could leave your brains all scattered
So DJ drop that beat you played more fatter

Door slammer in the building with a force that'll shatter
Bitch I put it down like Thor's hammer
Push your head into the ground f*cking six feet
When it's this deep, motherf*ckers say they miss me
Risky when I'm tipsy off the whisky
And I'm skitzy, bad and pretty trippy
I drop nukes in your city keep it busy shell shock have you seeing split screens

From vertical to vertigo, don't look out your window yo
This a no-fly-zone my jet engine just broke, woah

Now we got the whole crowd bouncing, and
They don't, they don't, they don't, they don't
Mic check think it's time for an announcement
They don't want no smoke, no smoke, no smoke, no

They ain't really wanting my smoke cause I just go go go
Flow so low I never stop I drop it chopping like a helicopter smoking crack
It's what I gotta do when I got a few pockets full of rocket fuel and vodka in my shot glass
Your casket's made, basket case breaking out of shop class
Lots of bass, raise the waves, change the way you drop that
I hit the tarmac, an alien in contact, interrupt the programmed with a urgent broadcast

Mic check. Live from the simulation. This is an announcement

Deep bass give your DNA an orgasm
Put you in a dream state and rearrange your thought patterns
These days I could leave your brains all scattered
So DJ drop that beat you played more fatter

RRAGHH, I think it's time for an announcement
Bitch we in the house now our sound is surrounding
Every ounce of doom got the boiler room bouncing
Place about to pop we don't ever need a soundcheck, check it

They don't, they don't, they don't, they don't
No smoke, no smoke, no smoke, no smoke
They don't, they don't, they don't, they don't
No smoke, no smoke, no smoke, no smoke