Just the same, get the fist to ane' 'til the wrist is sprained
We taking distant lanes in twisted ways, instant rain
Getting deeper still like menstrual pain
Preach the old, but meant for change
Keeping hold of pencils the essential thing
On a need to know
Sweltering heat for your pizza dough
Takeaway flavour for your fever, bro
Ayo, what's poppin' over there?
Ayo, we're chillin' over here
All my people in the place throw whatever in the air
True bredrin, spiritual monks
We in the groove session shit is ridonc
Ayo, what's happenin' over there?
We're just chillin' over here
All my people in the place throw whatever in the air
True bredrin, spiritual monks
We in the groove session shit is ridonc
Well, I'm a sarcey motherfuckin' arsonist
But flames can't harbour this
I'll write a partial list of cunts to merk to this with bargain chips
No half in this, a full English cocky bastard, a Darwinist
The herbalistic lyricist taking the piss endorsing this
Demolish this, no substitute but who resists?
Picking off rappers like who's the shit?
Fucking up things like an activist
Buss a mic drop and you're all dismissed
I'm informed of your poor form in this
I'll send a swarm of locusts in sandstorms
You're doomed in this
The ancient streets of Paris, where his parish?
By moon recite the kaddish
Serve daikon radish to the abbott
Monastical
Syntactical jiu-jitsu when it hits you
Grammatically precise like the blade of Yoshimitsu
Bomb like Mogadishu, fanatical
The pattern stay intangible and weave with undeniable ease
Yo, they say his literary style is neoclassical
He's back from his sabbatical and ran through the trees
Ayo, what's poppin' over there?
Ayo, we're chillin' over here
All my people in the place throw whatever in the air
True bredrin, spiritual monks
We in the groove session shit is ridonc
Ayo, what's happenin' over there?
We're just chillin' over here
All my people in the place throw whatever in the air
True bredrin, spiritual monks
We in the groove session shit is ridonc
Yeah, yeah
Scratch Bandits are back on the track to come merk that
CMR run tings they don't play 'bout
Chinese Man down with the sound and the comeback
Baja come through, watch them bun that
Scratch Bandits are back on the track to come merk that
CMR run tings they don't play 'bout
Chinese Man down with the sound and the comeback
Baja come through, watch them burn that
Chinese Man
CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
Scratch Bandits Crew
CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
Baja Frequencia
CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
Youthstar, Illaman
CMR, hold tight, yo peep that (A State of Mind)
CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
Written by: Benjamin Bambach, Cyril Vigan, David Penning, James Morgan Davies, Jeremie Delorme, Jonathan Busson, Louis Jules Ramanitra, Maik Schindler, Simon Djamdjian, Sylvain Langlet