Chemistry - Ondubground, Chill Bump

Move back mother fucker.

This a Homicide scene

Can’t count the bodies and the horror’s I’ve seen

Anyone can get it if they’re not on my team

Fuck New or old school — I’m a Colombine teen

Polystyrene — Rappers crack and crumble

If I smell a bit of pride then I’ma snatch it from you

You can’t really rap then start acting humble

I put gats to your trap and make rappers mumble

You think you got mean swag and seem bad?

My sack can’t fit in your slim jeans — my jeans sag

Finna slap a rapper while his team dab

He can’t react like paraplegics getting tea-bagged

Fall back

We stepped in here holding our ball sacks

Rappers got swag but ain’t all that

Where the fuck all that tough talk at?

Time to talk back !

Cause…

We ain’t playing x4

I know you barely know me

Not your average master of ceremony

These rappers hate me, but fear me low key

They keep repeating all my rhymes like a karaoke

Catch me backstage where the air is smokey

Where there’s OE and where these daring hoes be

Where’s your girl at?

You never know G

You gone find me?

You gone fight me?

yeah, we gone see…

I’m with your chick in third base.

Dick in her face

Wet fingers in between her miniature waist

I’m bout to slide up in your kiddies birthplace

While you’re working at the office with Ricky Gervais

Cause you’re a sack of shit.

Your daughter snapped a pic

She begged me for a selfie and I autographed her tits

Me and your sister made a pornographic flick

We bout to meet up with your moms and have an orgie after this cause…

We ain’t playing x4

Scratchs:

The scene’s in a sick state, there’s tedious click bait

All these tedious trends that the media dictates

Rapper tools on who they get people to fixate

Somebody dies their hair and all your penis' inflate

Journalists can suck a mountain of dicks

This album’s the shit — and you ain’t wrote about the shit yet?

Recognize that I’ma beast or I’ma pounce at your neck

You fucking clowns… don’t deserve an ounce of respect

But yet we bound to keep rocking

If thousands keep flocking

If the crowds keep copping all these albums we dropping

If the power cuts out, we’ll be out their beat-boxing

Leaving ennemies screaming out «how do we stop em ?»

Fall back

We stepped in here holding our ball sacks

Rappers got swag but ain’t all that

Where the fuck all that tough talk at?

Time to talk back cause…

We ain’t playing x4

Sample:

United we stand.

Divided we fall

Divided, the dark ages return

United, we can save and guide the world