Play The Drum Lyrics - Late Night Tales - Arctic Monkeys

I want to play the drums (ah ha ah ha) 

In such a crazy way (come on, come on) 

And everyone around will say 

You ought to here him play (lick shots) 

Ya'll slippin' 

At your notebook leakin' 

I'm grim-reapin' 

Long days, no weekend 

Vacation, please 

You ain't Peep it? 

We're Ruling the scene right now 

Can't leave it 

Ain't an MC in the bay that could see this 

B-List they couldn't crawl through my sneakers 

Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus 

My pens alive all my lyrics are wild creatures 

If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to pieces 

Ferocious beast of speech 

Priest of reason 

Hip Hop nation? That shit treason 

My pen screams- "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!" 

Whatever it is you got we don't need it 

Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy right? Beat it! 

These ain't lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming 

I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden 

Life's streaming 

My rhymes are stars 

I'm crying by the river 

You singing Babylon songs 

II'm a young Yoda 

Yo, my tongue does yoga 

Soilder's son 

Run parumpah pum pum 

[Chours] 

This is Vision 

I proceed with the mission 

And stretch like guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm 

Collision of blends 

Classic selection of diction 

Surgically written precision 

Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips 

Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo' click 

Lookin' stiff to the playback 

Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it ain't 

I'm just saying since 2006 

And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's dick 

Counterfeit styles on some half off shit 

Same cats wanna give my dap talk shit 

Walk around the bar like they bought false tits (oh on) 

You can light a Molotov of this 

Arabs and robbers I chop off wrists 

Hip Hop fanatics better run and call KRiS 

If I see you on stage I'm a run and call- BLITZ! 

[Chours] 

I'll play and play and play and play some more 

As no on ever played the drums before 

At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick 

Feeling like I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did 

On- To the Grill Again 

Feel it in my fingers when I fill it in 

Killin' 'em, because they only push pens to minimum 

Please I give them what they've never seen 

My style has wings more than syllables 

Azeem make you fell the results 

Super hand my minds a Hulk 10 years 

Each fresher then the last one is 

You can't catch-up unless you got a magical wrist 

A mountain of coke and help from every rapper that lived in the biz 

Cheers.. 

Ask you're friends who's the illest 

On the mic niggas' screaming 

"Ismail tried to kill us" 

[Chours] 

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