Rollin' in a cool three-fold while he restin' Bust through school a trillion people in
A second Rappers more disgusting than a tray of school
Lunch food Stagger before I'm gushin' when the J's passed
In blunt hues demask chumps are lurkin' ya dangled off
The pergola Bangles striped tiger bite guards a secret
Formula I found I need a new sound
I move round quick and tear the roof down I'm nasty as shit, blastin' my shit just as
Loud as it get Till the cheese slide with Ease and tapes
Sell in crates your joints are paperweights My rhyme speakers blow up like minesweepers
Catch me jack money from the meters, the fine reaper
Kick a mountain down a stretch for bare shit
Hit you with a thousand pounds of pressure per square inch
Squeeze knees till they snap in half MC's tracks are wack, playin' back in to
Back So much brain and not enough like lobotomy
Pull up to the scene, the fiends munchin' on a pot of weed
Takin' so much head, Isis think that I'm a prodigy
Eight car garage just to make the bitches fond of me
Da Vinci on the phone, it's the renaissance Way too many flows, way too many fonts
Everybody wanna know when the chairs launch But I guess you'll find out when the chairs
Launch Got an early flight tomorrow that I'm probably
Gonna miss New restaurant, 80k for a dish
Give me all your money like it's f*ckin' Make-A-Wish
And I'm diagnosed with takin' all your shit
This the new HQ, we said the new HQ, you know who after you
The cops got the message and they tryna see it through
But it's too late, the chair man flew
Bought some microplastics, cut it up and packaged to the masses
Random pills and antacids, clients feelin' fantastic
Guaranteed to get the spine all flaccid They'll hit the ground like a fire, it's happenin
You better stop, drop, and roll When Nasty pulls the hammer, hits the switch
And lets it blow In broad day, the cover isn't blown
All the homies wear bags with makeshift eye holes
Keep pace, keep pace, keep going, the place blowed and bowed
Towards the roof, coup shots chip your tooth, the booth stench is new
Don't start shit, the carpet's stained Never miss, I got... aim
Alias change my name, make the DA split We take flips and place bids on pre-aged sticks
Kick your door, heater in my winter coat, it's bricked
This the flow, split the four like a solo gig
Track 02 Video (MV)
Performed By: Chairs
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Darren Coleman, the Chairman, Nasty A.
Chairs - Track 02 Lyrics
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English
Rollin' in a cool three-fold while he restin' Bust through school a trillion people in
A second Rappers more disgusting than a tray of school
Lunch food Stagger before I'm gushin' when the J's passed
In blunt hues demask chumps are lurkin' ya dangled off
The pergola Bangles striped tiger bite guards a secret
Formula I found I need a new sound
I move round quick and tear the roof down I'm nasty as shit, blastin' my shit just as
Loud as it get Till the cheese slide with Ease and tapes
Sell in crates your joints are paperweights My rhyme speakers blow up like minesweepers
Catch me jack money from the meters, the fine reaper
Kick a mountain down a stretch for bare shit
Hit you with a thousand pounds of pressure per square inch
Squeeze knees till they snap in half MC's tracks are wack, playin' back in to
Back So much brain and not enough like lobotomy
Pull up to the scene, the fiends munchin' on a pot of weed
Takin' so much head, Isis think that I'm a prodigy
Eight car garage just to make the bitches fond of me
Da Vinci on the phone, it's the renaissance Way too many flows, way too many fonts
Everybody wanna know when the chairs launch But I guess you'll find out when the chairs
Launch Got an early flight tomorrow that I'm probably
Gonna miss New restaurant, 80k for a dish
Give me all your money like it's f*ckin' Make-A-Wish
And I'm diagnosed with takin' all your shit
This the new HQ, we said the new HQ, you know who after you
The cops got the message and they tryna see it through
But it's too late, the chair man flew
Bought some microplastics, cut it up and packaged to the masses
Random pills and antacids, clients feelin' fantastic
Guaranteed to get the spine all flaccid They'll hit the ground like a fire, it's happenin
You better stop, drop, and roll When Nasty pulls the hammer, hits the switch
And lets it blow In broad day, the cover isn't blown
All the homies wear bags with makeshift eye holes
Keep pace, keep pace, keep going, the place blowed and bowed
Towards the roof, coup shots chip your tooth, the booth stench is new
Don't start shit, the carpet's stained Never miss, I got... aim
Alias change my name, make the DA split We take flips and place bids on pre-aged sticks
Kick your door, heater in my winter coat, it's bricked
This the flow, split the four like a solo gig
A second Rappers more disgusting than a tray of school
Lunch food Stagger before I'm gushin' when the J's passed
In blunt hues demask chumps are lurkin' ya dangled off
The pergola Bangles striped tiger bite guards a secret
Formula I found I need a new sound
I move round quick and tear the roof down I'm nasty as shit, blastin' my shit just as
Loud as it get Till the cheese slide with Ease and tapes
Sell in crates your joints are paperweights My rhyme speakers blow up like minesweepers
Catch me jack money from the meters, the fine reaper
Kick a mountain down a stretch for bare shit
Hit you with a thousand pounds of pressure per square inch
Squeeze knees till they snap in half MC's tracks are wack, playin' back in to
Back So much brain and not enough like lobotomy
Pull up to the scene, the fiends munchin' on a pot of weed
Takin' so much head, Isis think that I'm a prodigy
Eight car garage just to make the bitches fond of me
Da Vinci on the phone, it's the renaissance Way too many flows, way too many fonts
Everybody wanna know when the chairs launch But I guess you'll find out when the chairs
Launch Got an early flight tomorrow that I'm probably
Gonna miss New restaurant, 80k for a dish
Give me all your money like it's f*ckin' Make-A-Wish
And I'm diagnosed with takin' all your shit
This the new HQ, we said the new HQ, you know who after you
The cops got the message and they tryna see it through
But it's too late, the chair man flew
Bought some microplastics, cut it up and packaged to the masses
Random pills and antacids, clients feelin' fantastic
Guaranteed to get the spine all flaccid They'll hit the ground like a fire, it's happenin
You better stop, drop, and roll When Nasty pulls the hammer, hits the switch
And lets it blow In broad day, the cover isn't blown
All the homies wear bags with makeshift eye holes
Keep pace, keep pace, keep going, the place blowed and bowed
Towards the roof, coup shots chip your tooth, the booth stench is new
Don't start shit, the carpet's stained Never miss, I got... aim
Alias change my name, make the DA split We take flips and place bids on pre-aged sticks
Kick your door, heater in my winter coat, it's bricked
This the flow, split the four like a solo gig
Writer: Darren Coleman, the Chairman, Nasty A.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid