Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This is that elemental brain rental
Bangin' out your forehead
If you came ready for war
You gon' need more lead
My number two cuts like Ginsu
Call her Consuela
Make the crowd jump, then run, grab an inhaler
Metaphors stitched in a verse like it's a tailor
Pen strokes inside this lucid dream, might scare you
With an optimist's flow
Pull my team like a tractor trailer
It's that simple
Infiltrate the mental Wu-Tang
It's just another banger from that Wakaan gang
Feels like Doctor Strange makin' a platform change
And then they looped it, grab my festival shoes and get ruthless
Wait for the drop, 'cause it's about to get stupid
[Verse 2]
'Bout to get, 'bout to get
It's about to get
To get
'Bout to get
[Verse 3]
Elemental, brain rental
Elemental, brain rental
Elemental, brain rental
It's about to get
[Verse 4]
It's about to get
It's about to get, 'bout to get
'Bout to get, 'bout to get
[Verse 5]
Throw up them W's
Came to do what we do best
Make sure every show we rock turns into Wakaan Fest
Have a laboratory test
Bars are guaranteed
And the only active ingredient is LUZCID's dream
Pure dope, not ketamine
Will a liquid controlled tractor beam
Force feeds bass stank face and then you have to scream
Oh my God, that shit is so stupid
Then you got abducted and you found out what the truth is
First, we dropped, then we scooped it
Lost, then re-cooped it
Grind all day, no need to make excuses
That hate with the caboose is where we tighten the nooses
There's only one word you can say when we play, and that's ruthless
Written by: Frederick C. Moore Jr, Neil Berry Jr
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