Feed - Sweatshop Union

Yall tryna climb and get it

Just ‘cause Simon said it

I rather fly instead it’s built into my genetics

I’m always pushing harder, yall really shouldn’t bother

You’re wearing wood and armor, my armor’s good and stronger

Much nicer too, with all sorts of jewels on it

Your whole team’s corny, yall dogs and fools on it

My whole team’s awesome, my whole team is gossippin up the sleeve

Anybody tryna feed off em

So take precautions

You’re sleepwalkin through a mine field

I’m tryna wake you up as a peace offering

They called me tree frog in '02 by your free conscious

20−13, it’s Steve Hawking

Never been afraid of the darkness

Yea, I’ve been a slave to this nonsense

You could probably take these words out of context

And realize I’m too complex, man I’m far fetched

Gone, peace, see ya later

But don’t come back contact the lunar crater

When the sky go black, fall back

The star vapors so the walls don’t crack

If they do I might make a move

Zoom, rap typhoon

We up in the peek, high noon to high noon

Something’s gotta live inside of my goons

‘Cause I feed on the fumes opposes, no fake personas

We keepin it real, don’t try and console us

We keep it concealed if you try to control us

We been takin the wheel

And while our minds burn out, find out

We gon heal, baby it’s okay

Sweatshop, Snak The Ripper

Yea, I got it

Guns and roses for you bums and posers

Punching noses son, I’m dumb ferocious

Acting like you grimy but this one’s the grossest

Doses of these drugs got you under hypnosis

Look how easily Snaky work the pen

Catch you motherfuckers countin black word from 10

It’s this earth, don’t even know what universe I’m in

Leave it to the last minute but my verse is in

Dominant mind state, violate the opposition

Offer no escape before exposing our position

Finally skinning house pets, I’mma rob their mission

From the offer up but ain’t nobody wanna listen

Fuck em, this beat is dirty like the toilet at the mall

Don’t wanna spoil the surprise but there’s some soil in the stall

Sippin gasoline and smoking dirty oil in the hall

When it comes to killin toys I’m loyal to it all

I can smell the fear across the room, it’s clear

A hungry lion on the loose, you’re like a wounded deer

An easy target for the pride, about to disappear

An irregular time is near, for real that’s like Bieber versus fear,

the fuck up outta here

Bout to feel the full so it’s like purpose versus pack of hawkers

And feel the levee or a semi with these rhyming corpses

Death 3, I’m heavy like a flyin portion

Droppin bombs on you prime so hear me clear through the distortion

Dog fighter writer when we serving you the same hand

A royal flush against your nothing to you cavemen

Out there busy clubbing while I’m workin on my gameplan

That’s why my flow is fire like a lighter to a spray can

Higher than a space man, I’m on a different planet

While you stranded on some damage, little can but screamin dammit

Tried to step and did a face plan

Landed on your hand prints

The whole city think you shitty, you ain’t strong enough to stand yet