Fuck Your Stuff

Yeah, LazerBeak

And DTR, Doomtree

Rhymesayers Entertainment

Marijuana Deathsquads, oh

My whole crew's on some shit

Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip

Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip

Looking out the window like Malcolm

Just when I thought this culture was open they go and doubt him

f*ck, dumbing it down, spit ice, skip jewelry

Molotov cocktails on me like accessories

Uhm, they can teach you how to front

I am really raw, I ain't seen a mirror in a month

But I stay fly, spinning man

Flipping out with the breeze, I'm a ceiling fan

I'mma get 'em, I can show you how to bump

Something heavy in the back, marshall stacks in the trunk

Got the windows down, I got the heat turned up

On blast wagging on 'em on the West Bank

Handling the style, or catch me on a mission

Pissing in some convertible tryna create some tension

Or in a book discussing Christopher Hitchens

Or how to make bombs with shit you find in your kitchen, listen

My whole crew's on some shit

Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip

Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip

We don't watch the replay, we play

I never cared about your bucks

So if I run up with a mask on

Probably got a gas can too

And I'm not here to fill her up, no

We came here to riot, here to incite

We don't want any of your stuff

Keep sticking to the script, mane, we never seen that shit

We knew the secret before they went ahead and Wiki leaked it

Made a dump, bang it out the speakers

Hoping to smash capital quotes on the word "leaders"

They in the past, so we dancing on they ashes

Onward, upward, laughing at the masses

Thinking while they sit I just go off on they ass

Wearing last year's trash ladies still be batting lashes

And tryne smash us, the passion to go

The lack of a muzzle and a style that's f*cking irrational

f*ck your stuff

I mean for real

We genuinely believe that all your shit is fake

I ain't kidding, I got this brick in my hand