Steel Caps
If you're up against me, shit you already lost
I don't spit bullets, I got missiles to launch
Like Tugg Speedman I scorch you six times
With a little Viet kid that I got throwin' knives
It'll take more than nine lives to defeat me
A dog in these streets, you all pussies beneath me
The sea breeze is what we spray in your face
Don't even have an album, just made one mixtape
In one day, we paved the way for this rap game
And our name speaks for ourselves in the same way
The King and Queen, don't take no lean for you to bow down
When we come through, know we speak with a foul sound
A fish out of water, squirming all around
You're not used to this noise, cause it's too underground
While you're getting 'lit', I'm just getting drunk
I keep it old school, so I never lose the funk
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
I'm the last fuckin' pirate thats left on the seas
With ease I flow with seven personalities
Funk trees, I smoke weed for the hell of it
The devil sent his medicine, I robbed the fella for his shit
Funk phenomenon, yea you know the rhyme
My words are bombin' all of you one breathe at a time
Straight shooter the fuck you choppin' up some lime for
Door, I break in with no permission
Breaking up rocks at every intermission
Slither-in shivering' spikin' spice for that season
Don't approach me without a fucking reason
Hard time breathin' when Stevey gets even
An eye for an eye so the people hardly seein'
Hard time breathin' when Stevey gets even
An eye for eye so the people hardly see it
WAAAAH
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
I don't spit bullets, I got missiles to launch
Like Tugg Speedman I scorch you six times
With a little Viet kid that I got throwin' knives
It'll take more than nine lives to defeat me
A dog in these streets, you all pussies beneath me
The sea breeze is what we spray in your face
Don't even have an album, just made one mixtape
In one day, we paved the way for this rap game
And our name speaks for ourselves in the same way
The King and Queen, don't take no lean for you to bow down
When we come through, know we speak with a foul sound
A fish out of water, squirming all around
You're not used to this noise, cause it's too underground
While you're getting 'lit', I'm just getting drunk
I keep it old school, so I never lose the funk
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
I'm the last fuckin' pirate thats left on the seas
With ease I flow with seven personalities
Funk trees, I smoke weed for the hell of it
The devil sent his medicine, I robbed the fella for his shit
Funk phenomenon, yea you know the rhyme
My words are bombin' all of you one breathe at a time
Straight shooter the fuck you choppin' up some lime for
Door, I break in with no permission
Breaking up rocks at every intermission
Slither-in shivering' spikin' spice for that season
Don't approach me without a fucking reason
Hard time breathin' when Stevey gets even
An eye for an eye so the people hardly seein'
Hard time breathin' when Stevey gets even
An eye for eye so the people hardly see it
WAAAAH
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Better sit ya, sit ya, sit ya ass down boy
Credits
Writer(s): No Intent, Isidora Vuceta
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