Air 'Em Out - clipping.

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter

Cause it ain’t nobody dead, yeah

We who are about to bang them drums (Bang)

Beatin' on a dead body ridin' shotgun

Talkin' that shit, bitch bite your tongue

See that ship over your city, better run, run

Your war is like a board game where he come from

Already bored, claiming your gang, «Pyong!»

go the gun

Boy, he on some other shit, check your solar system bitch

Don’t let a motherfucker catch you sleepin' at the wrong sun (Wrong sun) Son

the haters, send 'em into orbit

Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it’s they purpose

Turned and asked your partner why he started acting nervous (Brrat!

) Keep talking, that’s lip service Rats!

Decided it was time to hit the surface Cats!

Sleepin' on it, write 'em off like cursive

Drown a fuckin' hater, his experience immersive

Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up

Whatcha gon' do about it?

Ain’t nothin' new about it

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter

Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders

Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!)

Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!)

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter

Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders

Try to play a killer soft like silk (Salt)

Ol' Frelk ass gotta pay for the milk

Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party

Where they got up in they o’s like some fuckin' Oankalis

So it’s whips and chains, that’s they game

Like it was in bulk, back when a mack could slang

With his partners tryna make his fuckin' name in the traps

All the way from Panshekara to the Kefahuchi tract

Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back

If somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back back

Back back, back back, stack racks, invisible

Five deep, strapped, hangin' out a black dirigible

Playin' shit is critical, masses massive

Masked mass murderer, mastiff, barking at the moon

That done been walked on, hit the kill switch

Your ass still movin' backwards when they choke you with that real, trick!

Whatcha gon' do about it?

Ain’t nothin' new about it

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter

Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders

Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!)

Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!)

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter

Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders

Come up off your smooth talk, playa this raspy (ahem)

You stuck on Morse code, playa, this is ASCII

Your birthright make you scared to get nasty

The keyword is Kemmer, that’s what yo' ass need (yeah)

Anybody buggin' get it in the mandible (shit)

Got a problem, better hit 'em on they ansible

Ain’t nobody flyin' just because they fly here

You could trip sets, real playas trip lightyears

Tightrope time, twinkle toes, and what?

Is you ridin' or not?

Everybody’s hands up

Who they want?

(Who they want?) Game over (Game over)

Ol' leech callin' anyone who ain’t sober

Old leakin' ass man in the corner

Talkin' that shit to the sky is a warnin'

You might wanna pay attention what he sayin'

'Cause the Ekumen ain’t everything and these killas ain’t playin', ho!

Whatcha gon' do about it?

Ain’t nothin' new about it

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter

Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders

Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!)

Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!)

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter

Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders

(Ride on, ride on, ride on)

(Ride on, ride on, ride on)

(Ride on, ride on, ride on)

(Ride on)