Lyrics Speakers Erupt - Lack Of Afro

Speakers Erupt

Don’t really gotta say nada
Coming to the table like «Ta-da»
What you’re seeing is the whole enchilada
Lotta them try to be the martyr like
They can take it farther, but tell 'em if they’re
Smart they wouldn’t bother
Try to charge it to the game, but their credit’s gone
Never read your palm but I can tell you
Future ain’t what you’re depending on
You’re the type that’s never wrong, right?
You get along, don’t pay attention to the
Shit you’ve been corrected on
Stand up
Turn it up until the speakers erupt
Hands up
The buck stops here, let’s keep it a buck
Come on
Picture Alyssa Marie giving up
It’s not happening, no need to discuss
Put up
It’s not happening, no need to discuss
She leaving anybody trying to disagree in the dust
Let’s go
Turn it up until the speakers erupt
The buck stops here, let’s keep it a buck
The upper echelon
I bring you down to earth
What’s your worth?
Your reply’s «I gotta count it first»
Pathetic, picture that like a thousand words
But if they’re yours
It’s just a bunch of empty nouns and verbs
No sustenance, no conviction
They don’t trust it so no one listens
This road’s tough, you don’t go the distance
But I show up so they know the difference
Stand up
Turn it up until the speakers erupt
Hands up
The buck stops here, let’s keep it a buck
Come on
Picture Alyssa Marie giving up
It’s not happening, no need to discuss
Put up
It’s not happening, no need to discuss
She leaving anybody trying to disagree in the dust
Let’s go
Turn it up until the speakers erupt
The buck stops here, let’s keep it a buck
I don’t say too much
Just enough to make it clear
I can hear the things they discuss
And my gut’s saying they could never make the cut
They wear the shoes but can’t lace 'em up
It’s too much (It's too much)
They do so little
Can’t hold their own, then what happens to their
Brittle bones when the load triples
Scared to take a shot so they only dribble 'til
They drop the ball and get pissed at the officials when they
Blow the whistle
When they blow the whistle
Stand up
Turn it up until the speakers erupt
Hands up
The buck stops here, let’s keep it a buck
Come on
Picture Alyssa Marie giving up
It’s not happening, no need to discuss
Put up
It’s not happening, no need to discuss
She leaving anybody trying to disagree in the dust
Let’s go
Turn it up until the speakers erupt
The buck stops here, let’s keep it a buck
So typical, simple-minded and basic
They’re fine with all the time that they waste
'Cause they got too much, but I don’t got enough to play with
So if they mess with mine, I take theirs to replace it
It’s mathematics, all the facts added
Could double what you’re doing even if I half-ass it
You wanna test it, pretty please, have at it
But don’t get mad when your respect is in that black casket