Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F*ck Your Stuff, artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Song language: English
F*ck Your Stuff |
| Yeah, LazerBeak |
| And DTR, Doomtree |
| Rhymesayers Entertainment |
| Marijuana Deathsquads, oh |
| My whole crew’s on some shit |
| Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip |
| Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip |
| Looking out the window like Malcolm |
| Just when I thought this culture was open they go and doubt him |
| Fuck, dumbing it down, spit ice, skip jewelry |
| Molotov cocktails on me like accessories |
| Uhm, they can teach you how to front |
| I am really raw, I ain’t seen a mirror in a month |
| But I stay fly, spinning man |
| Flipping out with the breeze, I’m a ceiling fan |
| I’mma get 'em, I can show you how to bump |
| Something heavy in the back, marshall stacks in the trunk |
| Got the windows down, I got the heat turned up |
| On blast wagging on 'em on the West Bank |
| Handling the style, or catch me on a mission |
| Pissing in some convertible tryna create some tension |
| Or in a book discussing Christopher Hitchens |
| Or how to make bombs with shit you find in your kitchen, listen |
| My whole crew’s on some shit |
| Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip |
| Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip |
| We don’t watch the replay, we play |
| I never cared about your bucks |
| So if I run up with a mask on |
| Probably got a gas can too |
| And I’m not here to fill her up, no |
| We came here to riot, here to incite |
| We don’t want any of your stuff |
| Keep sticking to the script, mane, we never seen that shit |
| We knew the secret before they went ahead and Wiki leaked it |
| Made a dump, bang it out the speakers |
| Hoping to smash capital quotes on the word «leaders» |
| They in the past, so we dancing on they ashes |
| Onward, upward, laughing at the masses |
| Thinking while they sit I just go off on they ass |
| Wearing last year’s trash ladies still be batting lashes |
| And tryne smash us, the passion to go |
| The lack of a muzzle and a style that’s fucking irrational |
| Fuck your stuff |
| I mean for real |
| We genuinely believe that all your shit is fake |
| I ain’t kidding, I got this brick in my hand |