Whatever, Whenever Lyrics - Arsonists

[Chorus: Arsonists] 

Whether eyes closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED) 

Who's man enough to brawl and roll (LET'S RIDE) 

That's how it's done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) 

We keep our pyros tight, ain't that right? (THAT'S RIGHT) 

[Verse One: Jise One] 

I seek the meek that shall inherit the surrogate means of life 

Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for half trife 

Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here) 

Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over like you were dice 

Splice my words, saddle my conscience 

It's rich the hell with peasants 

Tenants of apprehensive board games and beast incentives 

Relative to the back of my hand 

Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death in war stance 

We playin hangman! (Hotdamn!) 

We soldiers to phantoms spittin these street anthems 

Quiet niggas to tantrums 

We baggy denim to fashion, live band niggas to Samsung 

Live ass niggas who ring but then run 

Somebody's son that die young callin himself "dunn" 

(Chorus 2x) 

[Verse Two: Q-Unique] 

Illimination of your whole generation next 

Cover your earth span in a deep breath 

and took three easy steps 

One son in awe questionin what his man saw 

He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was like morphed into gigantor" 

Crowds gatherin like enquirin minds to panelist 

Pen scribblin with more thoughts than psycho analysts 

Under hand suspects check for a clear coast 

I've influenced an independent movement like Pedro Albizu Campos 

Except to connect and lift to the next sector 

Take the light, you shine and spit it back like a bike reflector 

Move with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom 

Plaque playas of the dark age with they designer armor on 

[Verse Three: Swel Boogie] 

Wondering murder it was, left no fingers- and footprints 

An intelligent mind, clever, how ever this crook thinks 

but crook is a bad word, I'm raising knives and illin 

Doing my people favors and savin lives by killin 

Consider me hero, my body resume is jam pack 

Startin a war, you either stand up or stand back 

This man's wack, out of his crane, just do what he says to do 

Don't want to see him hurtin or killin the rest of you 

I'm a psychopath, sickest of the psychopaths 

Tickin bomb, ready to blast, dirty man cleanin the trash 

but don't get it twisted, I'm only after a certain desease 

'cause what I'm talkin about y'all, is hurtin MCs 

(Chorus 2x)