¡Mayday! - Believers Lyrics
The brain is still rattled from the shockIt ain’t even in the box, it’s enough to call medical in hereStopwatch, get a lock when I rockLet ‘em all just hop the blockBetter save your nameLet your kitties all know this taken battle is code for stranger nameMan, seal and some tapeBut they never call the cops, ex presidential would applyStrange bird, never had my own flightRight here when the base hits drop and the red lights blinkBut you just don’t stopGotta get that pot, gotta raise them clocksShe pop that top and the cat is lazyBut this rat pack is quite flavored, someone get us in the majorsTricking us, getting us, killing the ?? singing and slinging into a labor, y’allKick drums slamming, slaving you, split crumbs yo, we’re backing y’allSee, this one’s cut your stake in all, sick mix above and stable kindFeeling the vibe, flipping this steering wheel of this car that I driveThey wanna see our demise, they’ve got the coolest deviceIgnoring corners of foes like car alarms at a nineEven though they listen they don’t never really hear usTheir condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrorsWatch them turning up their radios and act like they don’t need usBut eventually the fact is that they all end up believers‘Cause even though they listen they don’t never really hear usTheir condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrorsWatch them turning up their radios and act like they don’t need usBut eventually the fact is that they all end up believersCan you dig in a world full of pigsWho’s coming to pick up all of the kidsWhen I tell ‘em don’t live like thisGet an act in the back of the ones with the tatsWe’re stalking where you liveThey don’t turn on the map, they watch you stackEverything that they want you to giveMan, they’ve been tuned in but ain’t got enough fruitThey all scared of the movement, grizzly elbows only way to break throughEven though we the truth, America eat the toothBut don’t fret, we erect, won’t get, mother*****er gotta ask the pimp coverYou about two crews came true, too, break through, lose the tunicsGot enough cuckoo when you screw like two ***** eunuchsPast life in a battle guard, mad Mikes in them shattered yardsYour man’s wife took a seat at love to cattle paw my cattle prizeNow it’s true dude, we cruise through them broke modes to fragranceWe Tom Cruise that ***** while they all turn to ashesAin’t *****ing with no samples ’cause I can’t clear these classicsNo need, we got that hippie, said we don’t need these bastardsEven though they listen they don’t never really hear usTheir condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrorsWatch them turning up their radios and act like they don’t need usBut eventually the fact is that they all end up believers‘Cause even though they listen they don’t never really hear usTheir condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrorsWatch them turning up their radios and act like they don’t need usBut eventually the fact is that they all end up believers.
