Believers Lyrics - Singles - ¡mayday!

My brain is still rattled from the shock 

When they leave it in the box 

It's enough to call it medically opt 

Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock 

Let 'em all just hop the block (Ok) 

Better save your neighbor (Neighbor?) 

Let you kiddies all know 

This Snake and Bat is code for Stranger danger 

Man, stealing some paper 

But they never call the cops 

Ex-presidential with a plot 

Strange bird never had my own flock 

Miami where the bass here's drop 

And the red lights blink 

But you just don't stop 

Gotta get that guap 

Gotta raise them crops 

She pop that top 

And the cat is lazy! 

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Well this Rat Pack is quite flavored 

Sammy Davis in a manger 

Drinking a Guinness, killing the faith in her 

Singing and slinging into her labia 

Kick drums hum enslaving you 

See, this one's cut your steak in a 

(Sick mix up of unstabler times, feeling the vibe 

Gripping this steering wheel of this car that I drive) 

They wanna see our demise 

They've got the greenest of eyes 

(Ignoring warnin' of foes 

Like car alarms in the night) 

Well, alright! 

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Even though they listen 

They don't ever really hear us 

Their condition is conditioned 

Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors 

Watch 'em turning up their radios 

And act like they don't need us 

But eventually the fact is that 

They all end up believers, because 

Can you dig? In a world full of pigs 

Who's coming to pick up all of the kids 

Wanna tell 'em don't live like this 

Get an ax in the back 

Of the ones with the 'taps 

Who been stalking where you live 

They gonna turn on a map 

Then watch you stack 

Everything that they want you to give 

Maaan, they've been tuned in 

But ain't got enough loot 

They all scared of the movement 

Greasy elbows, only way to break through 

Even though we're the truth 

America eats its youth 

But don't fret, me and Wrek won't dip 

Motherfucker got an ax to pick, how 'bout you? 

About two crews came through to 

Break through, lose the tunics 

Veteran of cuckoo when you screw 

Like two nudie eunuchs 

Past life in a battle guard 

Mad mics I done shattered y'all 

Your dad's wife took her saddle off 

To catapult my cattle prod! 

It's true, dude, we bruise through 

Them broke molds to fragments 

We Tom Cruise that bitch 

While they all turn to ashes 

Ain't fucking with no samples 

Cause I can't clear these classics 

No need we got that heat besides 

We don't need these bastards