Waterboard - Cappadonna, Vanderslice, The Flying Dutchmen

The Flying Dutchman

Ay, 'tis the phantom ship that forebodes doom

Yeah, motherfuckers, Flying Dutchmen

Lex Starwind, Jon Murdock, Cappadonna, the don of mic

Helium flash, star mode, apparent brightness, motherfucker

Ha, we shine brighter

You fucking with the hand of God, destruction’s right arm

Flying Dutchmen, pressurize, we brew a slight storm

48 volt power inversion, turn this mic on

Get your HD cameras, Canons and Nikons

Televise tellin' lies, tell the truth

Till there’s demons telling lies to the youth

Did the wolves in the den got his eyes on the coupe?

Did the troops and the Feds got they eyes over you?

Demonize for the proof

Black magic, acid rain dance, FIFA dream trance

Continental wing to wing feather span, the enhanced

Biometric, through the fire wire, pyrotechnic

The way the God sound through the mic when projected

Well protected method, Vanderslice craft perfected

Sound waves contract, expand, enhance when reflected

The audio acoustic substance viscus elusive

Trained for years for this shit we producin'

Upper echelon pantheons what we standin' on

Compared to Fisher-Price soundtracks and them candy songs

I’m never right, but I can’t be wrong

So how the fuck I’m s’posed to eat, feed my family, dog?

I’m straight hungry, concrete Congo iron monkey

Tryin' to see my problems thin when my pockets get chunky

Glock’ll click, pockets rip, blocka hit lovely

Jump and flip, hop and skip, got to get money

Guard your face, force the ox, box unorthodox

I caught a shot, you faggots call the cops or you call your pops

No respect, fuck him too, we chase him down

Rip him out of his Cadillac, then mace the clown

Battle ax him, move like Action Jackson

Back smack him, hack him in his back, make him back spin

Your moms rush to his rescue?

We smack her too

All because you rhyme wack just like Maganoo

We hate rappers that get promoted but can’t spit

We rob rappers at they show for they bracelet

We run circles around your favorite rap star

And make him think, what the fuck he even rap for

'Cause many people, thinking they bigger than Vinny Diesel

Until they hear him spit once and say, «That kid is lethal»

But they’ll never get signed to a major label

They’re too hip-hop, commercial rap is what’ll pay you

Let me tell you something, none of y’all can fuck with this

So you can scratch that right off your bucket list

You faggot weak sauce MCs could suck a dick

But you look gay, so you probably love this shit

I had a dream about fucking Shakira in front of a mirror

Sipping a beer with ice, no fucks, without a care in the world

Fuckin' it, suckin' it, huggin' it, rubbin' it, lovin' it

We on some other shit, hoverin' out of the mother ship

Drive and find you, Columbine you, silent nine you

If you can’t find your God, then Jon’ll find you

There’s a right and a wrong way to love somebody

You gotta dead your enemies, burn them with the shotty

Never let the evil ones take away your spirit

Fire, have it burn them, smash them with the lyrics

Someone blocked your blessings, the righteous don’t fear this

Jah keeping ya sane, stay unified

Mind detect mind, black Devils can’t hide

Never date a harlot 'cause she never on your side

Can’t trust the Pharisees, they based it upon lies

Befriend your friends, form alliance with your enemies

Jins come around, tryin' to suck up all your energies

Flying Dutchmen, we escaping all the penalties

Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, dark ministries

Father Cappadonna, yeah, we move like centipedes

Never falling victim to the love and them hate degrees

Maintaining our status, Wu-Tang, what?

Killa Bees