We Be About Lyrics - Arsonists

[Verse One: Jise One] 

You can't handle what I'm about 

I'm smoked out in Amsterdam 

With two fans, I'm all about my fam 

Who's the boss? I used to love Sam 

My slang is mostly homemade 

Shoelace to hold my sweat pants 

They sag to have my balls right 

Rock chants carry ya weak stand 

Eat cans of ravioli 

Ghetto tours flyin on pan am 

I'm too busy being a man to sucking on any soundscan 

(Ayo, I bought a land!) 

Not me, I'm walking these rough lands 

that you reciting in your jams 

I observed with sharper image scans 

Slamdance give it a chance type talk 

Hailstorm across the face 

Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands! 

I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot sand 

Covered in coal with no hands 

Swallow your soul and shitted burnt spam (damn!) 

It's pretty easy to understand 

But you don't know this man 

Lt. doing his thang! (thang!) 

Manhandle the track to bang! (bang!) 

Nigga we got swang! 

Swank mag' beneath my sink 

I hold rank doing this thang! (thang!) 

[Hook: Arsonists] 

What you be about? - sunshine I try to prosper 

What you be about? - females and lookin proper 

What you be about? - spit rhymes that gotta rock yo 

We be about - math 

We be about - sex 

We be about - love 

We be about - life 

What you be about? - my fam we tryin to live well 

What you be about? - I'm just Swel, just tryin to be Swel 

What you be about? - pourin out for those who fell 

We be about - math 

We be about - sex 

We be about - love 

We be about - life 

[Verse Two: Swel Boogie] 

I'm about lights, cameras, action 

Status, mackin, Paris, relaxin 

Waxin oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn what 

Yeah that's me keep movin, never stay boaring 

I rather ride a bike with a walkman instead of walking 

and roll up to some freak chicks and start playing 

and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without paying 

A hook up is a hook up 

Dressin dip, that's my lookup 

And going to the clubs to do the blookup blookup 

from dusk to dawn 

then sleep till 4:30 in the afternoon 

And get ready for more 

The best time's the summer time, 

that's cruisin part 

by the end I done 

Went to every amusement park 

and I'm about tellin you to just let Swel be 

I have my fun and still get to hand in my next LP 

I be about... 

(Hook) 

[Verse Three: Q-Unique] 

I'm about grabin mics, wearin Nikes 

I was built to go through the rough shit 

head on like mountain bikes 

I'm about bookin world tours and showin up 

I'm about givin my seed the things I ain't have 

when I was growin up 

I'm about 5'9" with a rhyme 

that'll stand the test of any timeline 

out the fan base in to shine mine 

I'm about Puertorican women who make progress 

with a mind of a college professor and body of a goddess 

I'm about Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim, 

Albizu Campos, mayor Guilli.. nah not him! 

I'm about doing away with trash 

I'm about two seconds away 

from puttin my foot dead in a record execs ass 

I'm about platinum plaques for underground acts 

Shit, I'll spit on anything from Rocafella to Battle Axe 

I'm about tellin you what it's about 

before it's about to happen 

So be about ya biz 'fore this title 'bout starts to slappin 

(Hook)