All Year Next Year

no need for no UN arms inspection you know where the bombs at
NOUN detonating on contact
cardiac muscles contract to these rythms
as we give em explanations how we living
now these children they can learn from us
but if we dont spit correct they will turn from us
word I must let loose on this urge to bust
its been about a year or so that you aint heard from us
gotta fulfill fantasies before I turn to dust
thats why that feeble small talk aint concerning us
they dont know about the flames and the fire that burns in us
we revolutionizing science like Copernicus

(Arka)
its murder thus well probably end up doing time for it
drop the wax through our lawyer have the kids standing in line for it
cause they just bored with the same old same
but Arkatek he aint playing no games nah man

(Arka)
the way the Supersci emcees add text to beats
got cats salivating all over the next release
vexed and unpleased - where the fuck the LP at
simmer down we about to serve you with a healthy stack
on both aluminum and wax counting numerous tracks
about to hit you like a Louisville aluminum bat
to the headpiece - cant noone get away this year
we serve all curve bitch thatll break your ear

(mr Noun)
yeah we trooping down the street drunk as fuck
freestyling whilding screaming punks whats up
carrying a boom box with the volume level cranked up dumb loud
catching more odd stares/stairs than the Gr Lund funhouse
a run down inner city basement be the place in
which we creating sounds that we arrange in
curious patterns and forms like atoms and storms
shattering norms of the planet we on

(Arka)
we here to provoke thought and furthermore to stoke ya
up in your face with lines to murder for like coca
you think that youll make a career of your rhymes
youll only make MTV shaking your rear on the grind

(mr Noun)
I know said h***o at the show but that dont make you my man
I rhyme in english but that dont mean I dont hate uncle Sam
might find me flirting with your girl cause I aint afraid of madames
plus I dont like them pigs so I aint ate up the ham

(Arka)
got d*** we took it far - and yall cats didnt
if you want it you can get a cookie jar of ass whipping
but you better keep them sticky fingers out of it kid
to try the sci you must be out of your head

(mr Noun)
so you doubted wed get this here shit together
man Im proud of my click - this year till forever
bring the sound that be thick - just turn up the levels now
as loud as it get - Ark and Noun this is it



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Oun, Tobias Lindberg, Erik Liden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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