Breaking News (feat. A.S.M)

I invoke the right to call out Those vultures scoping the trout to haul out And fight the small bout like (I know them) Catch a Hadoken from the biro pen "Round 1" Ding, everybody rides backseat Fact-sheets at the ready skimping on the baksheesh Same routine: nobody's on your team then Suddenly you're butter and they wanna catch cream "Round 2" Previously all in absentia Crawl from the cracks for the sold-out Olympia Please, strictly crew to the death and the Few that spread true love and affect I-o-n in the li-o-n's den Stay up out the Zen you ain't coming in Mumbling something in my ear about "Dude, we should roll together", fair weather It's breaking news: I adore your bad style Oh, with confidence you thrive When you make up your own big stories Would you think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? It's breaking news: I adore your bad style Oh, with confidence you thrive When you make up your own big stories Would you think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? Extra, extra, see through the texture Peek when the vectors align like a star sign See what you find in the constellations Aware that we're merely oscillating Molecules in solitude contemplating about our food Fuel, and our social status Lay the routers down, hooters out Bring the loot around for the coup de grace With the sound a villainous killer Now you're biggin' up the drinks we shared (drinks we shared) From the mouth I'm the illest rhyme spitter Gold, glitter ain't shit, evidently frère (evidently frère) So what you think we had was an illusion We ain't never pinky sweared or went boozing Never skipped through the land, hand in hand Or added boom to bap and kept grooming It's breaking news: I adore your bad style Oh, with confidence you thrive When you make up your own big stories Would you think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? It's breaking news: I adore your bad style Oh, with confidence you thrive When you make up your own big stories Would you think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We took the wig out, you What's up, monday? Walking next to your groups Get a grip to your wallets, baby Going out to the loot It's breaking news: I adore your bad style Oh, with confidence you thrive When you make up your own big stories Would you think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? It's breaking news: I adore your bad style Oh, with confidence you thrive When you make up your own big stories Would you think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? Think to count me in it? Breaking news