The Crew 2

(album: Generation Gaming XVII - 2019)

It isn't hard to make a bar with an homophone
I could do it in a bar while I'm on my phone
Own cars as a status symbol
Drum hard
Look at the state of the cymbal
As well as drive, fly high, it's a cool principle
But I want to see more skin I'm a High School principal
No training wheels I'm a grown adult
You're someone who makes people groan a dolt
I mean oh my God, Holy shit
I knew you where bad, but you're wholly shit
I forget, it's a lapse in memory
When I die, strip club funeral
Sit on laps in memory
Now that's a ceremony
Winning first place as if everybody wouldn't have done it in the first place
I get berzerk in a duel carried away
Break the speed limit down the dual carriageway
Name something faster, be my guest
Nothing but an actual light beam, I guess
But mate get too close
I do brake checks
Bank balance so big, I break checks
But with all the race prize money I accrue
I take on employees Hire crew
Slowcoach, I'm packing a high IQ
I smoke in traffic when I'm high I queue
Whether four or two wheeled
I'm equipped with more metaphors
Than a fellow ought to wield
Rally through the night to the misty morning
Your family crying, cause they missed you, mourning
I've travelled through time, battled and fought knights
You've just done a royale battle in Fortnight
You don't go backwards and neither forward
I'm working on a book I need a foreword

This is the chorus of the song
The Crew
It doesn't seem to be so long, since
The Crew
But I guess a sequel's over due to
The Crew
Take the same game and then add a two to
The Crew

Do please curb your enthusiasm
Or I'll leave you on the kerb
You're in fear, see, as I'm
Fiercely cleaning my lights
Rub my lamp sippin slow gin
What I mean is I'm a speed genie
You're a slow Djinn
So then
The ball's in your court
You'd better have big balls
Or you're caught
Phwoar, hear my engine roar
Grizzly
Pull out your entrails raw
Grisly
Give me gore
No ifs or buts
I'll leave you with sore butts
Kick your nuts
Below the waist
Your career's nothing, bub
A load of waste
I take it, it's plain to see
I'm taking this plane to sea
I'm a sick pilot
Fly like a bird flew
You're just sick
Could be swine or the bird flu
Turbine burning, turning the rotor
So get to work, it's your turn in the rota
From the West Coast
To the Soviet Bloc
If you're trolling me, well then
So be it, blocked
Don't want what you're spamming
Anyone can peddle wares
But can you slam it to the metal 'til the pedal wears?
Yes, wild animal
I'm well feral
Talladega nights
Adam McKay
And Will Ferrell
As well as beating you down
When we race the tracks
I delete your soundcloud
Erase the tracks
Leave your tyres slashed
You're Axl Rose
Crack your suspension
Your axle rose
Straight over the J.Edgar Hoover Dam
Looking round like "This place needs a hoover, damn"
And soon, when we land, and they're closing the hangar
I put my flight suit with my clothes on the hanger

This is the chorus of the song
The Crew
It doesn't seem to be so long, since
The Crew
But I guess a sequel's over due to
The Crew
Take the same game and then add a two to
The Crew