Power Songtext
von Das Racist

El run helper with no bling
Vitamin water and codeine
You think you know things but you know no things
I′m just waiting for the bell to go ding
Maybe we can sell the whole thing
Keep your hand in your pocket they can smell the gold ring
If somebody felled an old tree
Jokingly and only three people got the joke
Is the tree pine, maple, or oak, or other?

I'm the other brother from another mother
The other like me, you like me, I might be your father
Sister, sister, Roger, Roger
Trickster, figure, hipster, lipster
Too many factors listening for me to say ni-

If you don′t get it it's fine, let it rewind
Or never play it again, say it again Sam Raimi
Power


It's so easy
Even if I told you about it you probably wouldn′t even believe me
It′s so easy
Even if I told you about it you probably wouldn't even believe me

Danny the hybrid Harley jerking off with arthritis
′Nother episode you niggas still writing pilots
I'm the big dog, you′s a fire hydrant
The Big Mac, spend a thousand on the islands

I'm smoking violent, you′re smoking Miley Cyrus
I tell my hoes what they want to hear like I'm a psychic
Don't like young hoes, them bitches can′t cook
I eat an old hoe like the Big Bad Wolf
I cop a pound and every day throw a zone
That mean I got them grams like the old folks home
Bitches licking on the dick like it′s Mr. Softee
Blowing all on it like it's hot coffee
And she deep throat, and she lick my nuts
That′s a combination not lick and dick suck

That's racist like a black quarterback
Let me get a little of that for my cataracts


It′s so easy
Even if I told you about it you probably wouldn't even believe me
It′s so easy
Even if I told you about it you probably wouldn't even believe me

Ayo
Underground news feed, y'all know how I spit
Half internet, half high school cafeteria shit
I′m hype how the internet get, yo
Two by fours with like splinters and shit

White demons with green pockets
Line up at our shows to peep game how we rock it
No qualms with cock blocking white dudes from Boston
I don′t know why people think we give a fuck so often
We Waco, we Mako, but you are just a touch-up
Homie take your heart out your chest, no Brucker
Talk it how I walk it and mind you got nuff duck
Other birds you could get roughed up, tough stuff

Your band 'bout as lame as Staind or Train
Soul sister whole blisters on my brain
Probably think this song is about you, you vain
But me I′m burning one to call Thomas Summer Rain
Chilling, relaxing, having a good time

The name don't ring bells it break doors down
The neighbors hear yells from eight floors down
They say this here′s hell it's all yours now
All round nice guys get stuck for sport clown
Life check one two what is this?
Your money or your life and I′m like what's the difference?
And if the price is right I could buy all you dipshits
Put 'em near a mic and the rest not your business

Chumps, save yourself the lumps
Why shoot the five a hundred times when you could shoot the nine once?
I come and find a little guy could pack a super sized punch
Bar sixteen a pregnant verse come every nine months

Until next time, thanks for tuning in
The hooligans who tunes is too loony for the loony bin
This is how we do and doing this is how we do it again
Going ham, going in, going hard, going limp