Verse 1:
Nostradamus Clay, get you played I'm getting paid
wits be frayed the way we break the beat apart
Cassius suede, shoes blue crooning Blue Moon shooting
Pray the spray will stay the way it was when I was looting through the crates
All em fakes say they don't like jakes
But call the boys in blue when Sweeps be detonating the breaks
At high stakes, kid the take was fucked up like smashed plates
I'll smack ya face, in any case kid I'll smash ya date
Kid this is fate the way I'm handling irregular
Metaphoric atmosphere's appearing like a senator
Forever clever, pulling levers while you bucks been tethered
To wack beats that you lease kid I can win whenever
This ain't a test: yo I'm shooting when you start to flex
Up next: rappers long forgotten used to gargle Becks
You're in the wrong place, send a friend a fucking text
Needing help, red beard been aiming at ya chest
Hook:
Stone cold chilling, Sweeps been chilling
Grease take it back like ’88 Top Billing
Yo Dunes ain’t the clique you wanna f@#$ with
Jack Poole rude, Grease crude, and kid Sweeps brings the ruckus
Stone cold chilling, Sweeps been chilling
Grease take it back like ’88 Top Billing
Yo Dunes ain’t the clique you wanna f@#$ with
Jack Poole rude, Grease crude, and kid Sweeps brings the ruckus
Verse 2:
DeLorean Beige, we sway the way they used to throw a knuckle
Letting out a chuckle as the ribs split, start to buckle
This huckster's trouble spitting venom tipped sticks
Get my kicks whipping hicks with fly quips like I'm Bertrand Russel
Don't appreciate ya looking like that
Ya rhythm flat like ya stack, I'll rob you blind behind ya crooked back
It’s fade to black whenever Bill Grease starts to rap
Confirming your fears, I'm drinking beer, kid ya mother’s fat
Never mind, its fine, I get mine, you’re getting stabbed
Funny how a Stuart Hughes suit can turn to bloody rags
They used to call the kids like you limp wrist hacks
Hip-hop brats deserve an axe through their fucking backs
Yo ya amateur, I'm raising up the temperature
Incredible, his words come out the furnace spitting flames at ya
My misdemeanor put to meter - as we proceed
To give you what ya need – a large, fatty liver
Hook:
Stone cold chilling, Sweeps been chilling
Grease take it back like ’88 Top Billing
Yo Dunes ain’t the clique you wanna f@#$ with
Jack Poole rude, Grease crude, and kid Sweeps brings the ruckus
Stone cold chilling, Sweeps been chilling
Grease take it back like ’88 Top Billing
Yo Dunes ain’t the clique you wanna f@#$ with
Jack Poole rude, Grease crude, and kid Sweeps brings the ruckus
