Das Racist - Power Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]L. Ron Hubbard with no blingVitamin Water and codeineYou think you know thingsBut you know no thingsI'm just waiting for the bell to go 'ding'Maybe we can sell the whole thingKeep your hand in your pocketThey can smell the gold ringIf somebody felled an old treeJokingly and only three people got the joke"Is the tree pine, maple, or oak, or other?"I'm the other brother from another motherThe other light meatYou like me?I might be your fatherSister, SisterRodger DodgerTrickster, Big BirdHipster, blipsterToo many crackers listening for me to say "Ni—"Ahem, if you don't get it, it's fine, let it rewindOr, never play it againSay it againSam RaimiPower, responsibility[Hook: Kool A.D.]It's too easyEven if I told you about itYou probably wouldn't even believe me[X2][Verse 2: Danny Brown]Danny the Hybrid hard like jerkin' off with arthritisAnother episodeYou niggers still writing pilotsI'm the big dogYousa fire hydrantThe big mack, spend a thousand on the islandsI'm toking violentYou're smoking Miley CyrusI tell my hoes what they wantTo hear like I'm a psychicDon't like young hoesThose *****es can't cookI eat an old ho like the big bad wolfI cop a pound and everyday (?) is onThat means I got the grams like an old folks' home*****es licking on the dick like it's Mister SofteeBlowing all on it like it's hot coffeeAnd she deepthroatAnd she lick my nutsThat's a combination nut lick and dick suckDas Racist, like the black quarterbackLet me get a load of that for my cataracts[Hook: Kool A.D.]It's too easyEven if I told you about itYou probably wouldn't even believe me[X2][Verse 3: Heems]Otherworld NewspeakY'all know how I spitHalf-internet, half-high school cafeteria shitI'm hype how the internet getYo, 2x4's with like splinters and shitWhite demons with green pocketsLine up at our shows to peep gameHow we rock it?No qualms with *****blocking white dudes from BostonI don't know why people think we give a ***** so oftenWe Waco, we MaacoBut you are just a toucherHomie, take your heart out your chest, no (?)Talk it how I walk itHimanshu got 'nuff guffOther words: you could get roughed up, tough stuffYour band about as lame as Staind or Train"Soul Sister" hold blisters on my brainProbably think this song is about you, you vainBut me, I'm burning one to Carl Thomas's "Summer Rain"Chilling, relaxing, having a good time[Verse 4: Despot]The name don't ring bells: it break doors downThe neighbors hear yells from eight floors downThey say "This here's Hell, it's all yours now"All around nice guys get stuffed for sport, clownLife check: 1, 2, what is this?"Your money or your life?"And I'm like, "What's the difference?"And if the price is right, I could buy all you dipshitsPut him near a mike and the rest not your businessChumpsSave yourself the lumpsWhy shoot the five a hundred timesWhen you could shoot the nine once?And come and find a little guy can pack a supersize punchBar sixteen, a pregnant verse come every nine monthsUntil next timeThanks for tuning inThe hooligans whose tunes is too loony for the loony binThis is how we doin', doin'This is how we do it againGoing HAM, going in, going hard, going limp
