Believers - ¡MAYDAY!

My brain is still rattled from the shock

When they leave it in the box

It’s enough to call it medically opt

Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock

Let 'em all just hop the block (Ok)

Better save your neighbor (Neighbor?)

Let you kiddies all know

This Snake and Bat is code for Stranger danger

Man, stealing some paper

But they never call the cops

Ex-presidential with a plot

Strange bird never had my own flock

Miami where the bass here’s drop

And the red lights blink

But you just don’t stop

Gotta get that guap

Gotta raise them crops

She pop that top

And the cat is lazy!

Well this Rat Pack is quite flavored

Sammy Davis in a manger

Drinking a Guinness, killing the faith in her

Singing and slinging into her labia

Kick drums hum enslaving you

(Split crumbs up we’re baking you)

See, this one’s cut your steak in a

(Sick mix up of unstabler times, feeling the vibe

Gripping this steering wheel of this car that I drive)

They wanna see our demise

They’ve got the greenest of eyes

(Ignoring warnin' of foes

Like car alarms in the night)

Well, alright!

Even though they listen

They don’t ever really hear us

Their condition is conditioned

Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors

Watch 'em turning up their radios

And act like they don’t need us

But eventually the fact is that

They all end up believers

Because even though they listen

They don’t ever really hear us

Their condition is conditioned

Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors

Watch 'em turning up their radios

And act like they don’t need us

But eventually the fact is that

They all end up believers

Can you dig?

In a world full of pigs

Who’s coming to pick up all of the kids

Wanna tell 'em don’t live like this

Get an ax in the back

Of the ones with the 'taps

Who been stalking where you live

They gonna turn on a map

Then watch you stack

Everything that they want you to give

Maaan, they’ve been tuned in

But ain’t got enough loot

They all scared of the movement

Greasy elbows, only way to break through

Even though we’re the truth

America eats its youth

But don’t fret, me and Wrek won’t dip

Motherfucker got an ax to pick, how 'bout you?

About two crews came through to

Break through, lose the tunics

Veteran of cuckoo when you screw

Like two nudie eunuchs

Past life in a battle guard

Mad mics I done shattered y’all

Your dad’s wife took her saddle off

To catapult my cattle prod!

It’s true, dude, we bruise through

Them broke molds to fragments

We Tom Cruise that bitch

While they all turn to ashes

Ain’t fucking with no samples

'Cause I can’t clear these classics

No need we got that heat besides

We don’t need these bastards

Even though they listen

They don’t ever really hear us

Their condition is conditioned

Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors

Watch 'em turning up their radios

And act like they don’t need us

But eventually the fact is that

They all end up believers

Because even though they listen

They don’t ever really hear us

Their condition is conditioned

Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors

Watch 'em turning up their radios

And act like they don’t need us

But eventually the fact is that

They all end up believers