Air 'Em Out

(альбом: Splendor & Misery - 2016)

(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, yeah

We who are about to bang them drums (Bang)
Beating on a dead body riding shotgun
Talking that shit, bitch bite your tongue
See that ship over your city, better run, run
Your war is like a board game where he come from
Already bored, claiming your gang, "Pyong!" go the gun
Boy, he on some other shit, check your solar system bitch
Don't let a motherfucker catch you sleeping at the wrong sun (Wrong sun)
Son the haters, send 'em into orbit
Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it's they purpose
Turned and asked your partner why he started acting nervous (Brrat!)
Keep talking, that's lip service Rats!
Decided it was time to hit the surface Cats!
Sleeping on it, write 'em off like cursive
Drown a fucking hater, his experience immersive
Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up

Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothing new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muhfucking riders
Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muhfucking riders

Try to play a killer soft like silk (Salt)
Ol' Frelk ass gotta pay for the milk
Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party
Where they got up in they o's like some fucking Oankalis
So it's whips and chains, that's they game
Like it was in bulk, back when a mack could slang
With his partners tryna make his fucking name in the traps
All the way from Panshekara to the Kefahuchi tract
Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back
If somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back back
Back back, back back, stack racks, invisible
Five deep, strapped, hanging out a black dirigible
Playing shit is critical, masses massive
Masked mass murderer, mastiff, barking at the moon
That done been walked on, hit the kill switch
Your ass still moving backwards when they choke you with that real, trick!

Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothing new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muhfucking riders
Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muhfucking riders

Come up off your smooth talk, playa this raspy (ahem)
You stuck on Morse code, playa, this is ASCII
Your birthright make you scared to get nasty
The keyword is Kemmer, that's what yo' ass need (yeah)
Anybody bugging get it in the mandible (shit)
Got a problem, better hit 'em on they ansible
Ain't nobody flying just because they fly here
You could trip sets, real playas trip lightyears
Tightrope time, twinkle toes, and what?
Is you riding or not? Everybody's hands up
Who they want? (Who they want?) Game over (Game over)
Ol' leech calling anyone who ain't sober
Old leaking ass man in the corner
Talking that shit to the sky is a warning
You might wanna pay attention what he saying
'Cause the Ekumen ain't everything and these killas ain't playing, ho!

Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothing new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muhfucking riders
Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muhfucking riders

(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on)