Our Music Is Art - Down Under (Prod. Cub$kout) Lyrics

Going hard in the paint
Ain't looking like a saint
When I let the draco blast off in his face
Blast off when I took Jimmy Neutron's place
Up in outer space
I could really pop your safe
Rolling like a renegade
Need the cash back so I have it made
Need a hellcat and a bluray
Teach a lesson put it on a bluray
Blowing up on a Tuesday like Hussein
Cold shots like I'm Cobain
To the dome blow red powder no cocaine
Blowing up like propane burn 'em like the rogaine
Kill the whole game asking if I'm okay
F*ck what a ho say no way when I'm going back to my old ways
Bottom of the ninth no ball game
I could slaughter more groups if they all came and
I'm cuffing all these bitches you would think the fall came
Definitive women are really just killing we thrilling
And spilling a villian
Then we ripping the willing
We ritalin and fiddling
No finger twiddling
Belittling did them in
Get me the medicine
So I could reminisce
Get wet up like a French kiss
Motherf*ckers comin up and get dismissed
And I'm comin out the cut like a quiz
Trying to smoke with wiz
Y'all just quit or get split
'Cos everybody really know that I get ripped
Chop like a chopper but
No cops and robbers
You needing a Doctor
When we out for commas
Got a holy flow like the Dhali Lama
I can run up in your house
Thinking I'm a squatter

Body on the track
That's a fact
When we go under
Had Intruders in our house so now we sit here and we mumble
Got crumble up in our dishes, c'est la vie that's how we living
Too many snakes in our business this shit has got me so livid. Bounce

Track after track after track after track
Got em screaming out loud oh boy relax
Confusing me with A.B 'cos I'm fat
With a beard and I'm only smokin' on loud packs
Huh, It's funny to me 'cos the card on my sleeve is forcing a reprieve
Causing tendencies deep within me to rip at the seams
Sprout a new seed but the fact that I breathe is not good enough for me
No. Ask if I want amphetamines, well, no
I asked for a ride so I don't lag behind
But they left me waiting on death row (row)

Body on the track
That's a fact
When we go under
Had Intruders in our house so now we sit here and we mumble
Got crumble up in our dishes, c'est la vie that's how we living
Too many snakes in our business this shit has got me so livid. Bounce

Get sprayed like a Chem trail when I set sail
Get a motha f*cka down here for my set bail
Watch them fail I get derailed with 12 on my scale and 12 on my tale
Wake up and it's crunch time
Like I crunch rhymes
Eat up all the punchlines skip a lunch line
Get an ak have a fun time
Spitting dumb rhymes
And I feel so confined
Like I'm out of my mind
F*ck hos and the bro code
Get a .44 with a dope scope
Step up in the rose bowl
Standing ten toes with the cold flow
Crunk off a loko hit a lick and it's fly solo

Body on the track
That's a fact
When we go under
Had Intruders in our house so now we sit here and we mumble
Got crumble up in our dishes, c'est la vie that's how we living
Too many snakes in our business this shit has got me so livid. Bounce

Ain't nobody better it's a fact lets be honest
I'm on it symbolic iconic
But it is so ironic I'm hypnotic
Not a prophet
So stop it or drop it popping and mopping
Up remains of the sobbing
Ho's get left on read by Neff
Who foul but all refs they knowing best
F*ck with Neff get the vest
You might collect whatever's left but then you know you really get in your chest

Body on the track
That's a fact
When we go under
Had Intruders in our house so now we sit here and we mumble
Got crumble up in our dishes, c'est la vie that's how we living
Too many snakes in our business this shit has got me so livid. Bounce

Thanks for the memories
Stabbed in back cleverly
Life is in jeopardy
I have no energy
Dealing with sensory
Input so dastardly
Strawberry Cough all up in my chest cavity
Gravity keeping the smoke in my lungs
Cough so much you think we speaking in tongues
Can't climb this ladder 'cos there are no rungs
Cracking the blunt 'cos we about to turn up
Apathy absently traveling
In my mind lavishing
All of my laxity, it is a tragedy
Trait in me that I haphazardly activate
Anxiously I wait to see the turn of my fate
Arrive at a pause, Parallel levitate then he go off
Never knew what it was
He stay having my back in search of a cause

Body on the track
That's a fact
When we go under
Had Intruders in our house so now we sit here and we mumble
Got crumble up in our dishes, c'est la vie that's how we living
Too many snakes in our business this shit has got me so livid. Bounce

Ain't nobody better it's a fact lets be honest
I'm on it symbolic iconic
But it is so ironic I'm hypnotic
Not a prophet
So stop it or drop it popping and mopping
Up remains of the sobbing
Ho's get left on read by Neff
Who foul but all refs they knowing best
F*ck with Neff get the vest
You might collect whatever's left but then you know you really get in your chest