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9 years ago
[Verse 1 – Cise Star]We are the milk crate raiders, keeping up on ya neighborsThe flavor that you savor, burning up like a laserHere and now, I be the lock, load, Blooka Blooka Blao!Fun and drop, the body getting downI am the Stephen King of these lethal thingsThe people sing, putting life to a tomb, making ya ears ringCatching the Holy Ghost, so we hopeChewing on Curry Goat, putting grease stains on the lyrics we wroteThe coolest pachyderm to twist a verbSometimes he touch the herb, but mainly he sips, just to calm his nervesAnd be that smooth nigga, cool waterAnd be that full finger dope, momma. My sell, so please hollaAnd be that pop collar rogue scholarAnd be that new kid—gimme some gin, a little tonic waterTaking a little sip and let it slipI am banana clip—fully automatic, flyin’ from the lip[Hook x2 – Cise Star]‘Cause everything we do, my God, electric blueSeven thousand watts, we hot, electric blueStrappin’ to the battery, bang—that’s what we doBurnin’ up ya amp. Too bad, blowin’ a fuse[Verse 2 – Cise Star]A rap mogul? Nah, nah, we transglobalCYNE blowin’ up ya spot—too hot just like ChernobylFuck ya flashy rocks—we roll and stay noblePeace to the fans. Of course we love GrenobleSo breath to the rhythm we bang to PositronicsTransmit this—we Wave Radio CollegeIt’s lights out but I remain in higher officeMy speech halogen-bright nice—this nigga awesome[Hook x2 – Cise Star]‘Cause everything we do, my God, electric blueSeven thousand watts, we hot, electric blueStrappin’ to the battery, bang—that’s what we doBurnin’ up ya amp. Too bad, blowin’ a fuse[Verse 3 – Akin]Ayo, mic-nificent, [fly baiting?]. Now I’m bringing honorWhere there’s glow in the dark [shark?] art that I’m rhymin’ with‘88 style, baby. It’s still futuristicFlorescent-lit brain waves stop for EinsteinsI’m that nigga, shop right mistaSwept off her feet, gave her power when I kissed herYo, legendary rap missionary lost at whirlwindVisionary wraith—future scary where the world endNow or never, the sunshine weatherThe storm blow way beyond, but nah, dog, I’m better[Verse 4 – Cise Star]Like it was Luke Skywalker, fire walker, Lord PalmerBullets in the blood. Say ya sorry for the saunaCool and collected while you other fuckers restlessYou listen to my record, then you wanna call correctionsFlee from the scene, then resume my regimeFlowing through ya circuit boards, vocal cords…Flowing through ya internet, interject my intellectUntil the dead resurrect on DVD and cassettePick it up on Netflix, funny, “Young and the Reckless”Such an 80’s baby, my Club stays Breakfast