Ratatatattle

(albüm: Why's It So Grey Out? - 2022)

People don't even wanna know the drill
You wanna turn the channel, go ahead, fool, turn the channel
If you wanna learn, shut your mouth and listen to me for a minute

[Asher Roth:]
Stuck with industrious, oh, enough of this, it's just the tug and twist
Of coming up is just enough to pucker stiffened upper lips
Luck or chips, everything else is just some sucker shit
Maybe pass the buck, leave it up to all the younger kids
Most corrupt govern, mean-mugging us
Feed the fiend up in us, leave the scene covered with some double-spit
Trouble is, need some leaders
Who ain't some greedy neo-leaning weenies if we are really to move the needle
We don't believe you, ordinary people
Even Tiki can feel the heat if you ain't preaching what you practice
Facts not the facts, it's
Fascist bad actors, run it back backwards (Elohssa)
Classic, distract the activist, mad all tweet
While they pass acts fast, big bagging it
Tax the rich, megalomaniacs is past sick
Tell 'em who's saying that, that Ash did, underground's massive

[Blu:]
Ratatatattle, a beast to some cattle, you don't wanna battle
You'd rather take a bite of a poisonous apple
Have my boys attack you, it's no way you could avoid the hassle
It's such a joy to slap you, show you what Mags do
Blast you out of commission, I couldn't come from a prouder division
Southern Cal, karate-kicking it
Killing it, give you a out-of-body experience
Neo-nazi experiments, niggas is gas
Compost what you compose, niggas is trash
John Doe you with a venomous laugh, hm-ha-ha-ha
Spliff of some grass'll get me lifting like a giraffe
Ready to rip it just like someone passed
Every mic that I grasp deconstructs from the touch
Your heart gets crushed like one erupts tryna run with us
Uh, because cuz can bust
I love the bucks but in God we trust

[Lord Apex:]
It's like who want hear no evil, see no evil, uh
And most important, never speak it
Far from a prime or a zenith, my nigga, up your bandwidth
Flow smoother than the hair on a man who scripts
Sanskrit, skip plans just to hit randoms
Fifty-six [?]
I prefer lambskins, predicaments handled
Rub hands like he Birdman, might not know me
Local, but they know me 'round the world, fam
Area code holds, I'm serving a boatload
I'm clearly a dope soul that can give 'em
Music from the p.m. to the a.m. how I'm living
Gotta save 'em 'cause I'm really with the give 'em
Still there's more I gotta give 'em, know some shit was not forgiven
Cold chilling might just rattle the bone
Making raps with a cat in my home
No pops, just a man on my own
[?] of an electric
Next shit, niggas hexed 'em, shit was hectic
Still he made it 'cross the water, switch the metric
Pulled off in a Lexus with something named Alexis
Come selling sex for exits, tequila got me flexes
Couple exit checks and, huh
I can't see you 'cause we way up, baby
Every night another vibe, A-P stay up, baby
Niggas really used to ball, I had to lay up crazy, like

[Kota the Friend:]
(Yeah)
I'm out the loop, though
Meditating on a beach, finding inner peace, something like a loophole
All I see is trauma
Going back and forth like a tennis match, they don't wanna get to that
They'd rather sit and judge until they being judged
A lot of pain, so it's hard for us to see the love
Politics, parlor tricks, I don't want no part in it
I am dodging every single trap that they falling in
Never see me stressing 'bout the news, I'm just tryna get my mind right
Sharpen up my tools, making sure I am aligned
When you self-aware you can read between the lies
So in tune, I can see the evil with my eyes
Only give my energy to people in my tribe
On my side it is love, it's a high
When the world in a loop, we don't know what is real
What is true, what I feel, how to grow, how to heal
What the deal?