Lyrics Chemistry - Ondubground, Chill Bump

Chemistry

Move back mother fucker.
This a Homicide scene
Can’t count the bodies and the horror’s I’ve seen
Anyone can get it if they’re not on my team
Fuck New or old school — I’m a Colombine teen
Polystyrene — Rappers crack and crumble
If I smell a bit of pride then I’ma snatch it from you
You can’t really rap then start acting humble
I put gats to your trap and make rappers mumble
You think you got mean swag and seem bad?
My sack can’t fit in your slim jeans — my jeans sag
Finna slap a rapper while his team dab
He can’t react like paraplegics getting tea-bagged
Fall back
We stepped in here holding our ball sacks
Rappers got swag but ain’t all that
Where the fuck all that tough talk at?
Time to talk back !
Cause…
We ain’t playing x4
I know you barely know me
Not your average master of ceremony
These rappers hate me, but fear me low key
They keep repeating all my rhymes like a karaoke
Catch me backstage where the air is smokey
Where there’s OE and where these daring hoes be
Where’s your girl at?
You never know G
You gone find me?
You gone fight me?
yeah, we gone see…
I’m with your chick in third base.
Dick in her face
Wet fingers in between her miniature waist
I’m bout to slide up in your kiddies birthplace
While you’re working at the office with Ricky Gervais
Cause you’re a sack of shit.
Your daughter snapped a pic
She begged me for a selfie and I autographed her tits
Me and your sister made a pornographic flick
We bout to meet up with your moms and have an orgie after this cause…
We ain’t playing x4
Scratchs:
The scene’s in a sick state, there’s tedious click bait
All these tedious trends that the media dictates
Rapper tools on who they get people to fixate
Somebody dies their hair and all your penis' inflate
Journalists can suck a mountain of dicks
This album’s the shit — and you ain’t wrote about the shit yet?
Recognize that I’ma beast or I’ma pounce at your neck
You fucking clowns… don’t deserve an ounce of respect
But yet we bound to keep rocking
If thousands keep flocking
If the crowds keep copping all these albums we dropping
If the power cuts out, we’ll be out their beat-boxing
Leaving ennemies screaming out «how do we stop em ?»
Fall back
We stepped in here holding our ball sacks
Rappers got swag but ain’t all that
Where the fuck all that tough talk at?
Time to talk back cause…
We ain’t playing x4
Sample:
United we stand.
Divided we fall
Divided, the dark ages return
United, we can save and guide the world