For Those That Don't Know Songtext
von Gully Platoon
For Those That Don't Know Songtext
You mighta heard it on the grapevine, Gully′s back
Canines running like a train line's cardiac
No more fuckin′ around, this ain't a party track
Bring it down to earth, we don't understand
Extra, extra, where′s the buddha?
The showdown in Little Tokyo with Yakuza
You operate in a constant state of delusion
Shut the fuck up and concentrate on the music
This ain′t rappin', it′s a telepathic blood sport
Fools are gettin' mentally jumped like parkour
Pigs don′t do it, there's a witness on the top floor
Task force lookin′ for the picture on your passport
Hardcore bangers from the Hoviest guest list
Knockin' blocks off and I don't mean Tetris
You got a penchant for killin′ like Chechen guerrillas
And I bet you′re familiar with the nosebleed section
My flow speaks essence like an oracle star sign
Holdin' more knowledge than historical archives
Thoughts hemorrhage like abdominal sharp ice
Dark minds plottin′ like cops in apartheid
"For those that don't know about my flow, let me introduce you"
"The squad that would dead it instantaneous"
"That′s right"
"Yes, the beat is like what?"
"For those that don't know about my flow, let me introduce you"
"The squad that would dead it instantaneous"
"That′s right"
"Yes, the beat is like what?"
Bad choice, bad boys, flamboyance
Stress runnin' through my veins like rap poison
Paranoid, waiting for a deal to come off
Checkin' my rearview, livin′ in fear of the cops
No sincerity lost, we droppin′ speech upon a beat
Regulated like Warren G at quarantine
Leavin' a trail of nominees up on their knees
Gully platoon, just what the genre needs
Demonic three that we due to come
Like a flamethrower spittin′ over pluto drums
Who can stop this? Who can? Dude, there's none
From lightin′ up the scene like a shooting star
We move the bar up and provin' on the standard
Futuristic manner, leavin′ pugilistic damage
Play the jackass like Bam Margera
While our force get heavy like Max Cavalera
We're makin' heads flip like capoeira
Gettin′ dirty in this bitch like Aguilera
"For those that don′t know about my flow, let me introduce you"
"The squad that would dead it instantaneous"
"That's right"
"Yes, the beat is like what?"
"For those that don′t know about my flow, let me introduce you"
"The squad that would dead it instantaneous"
"That's right"
"Yes, the beat is like what?"
Canines running like a train line's cardiac
No more fuckin′ around, this ain't a party track
Bring it down to earth, we don't understand
Extra, extra, where′s the buddha?
The showdown in Little Tokyo with Yakuza
You operate in a constant state of delusion
Shut the fuck up and concentrate on the music
This ain′t rappin', it′s a telepathic blood sport
Fools are gettin' mentally jumped like parkour
Pigs don′t do it, there's a witness on the top floor
Task force lookin′ for the picture on your passport
Hardcore bangers from the Hoviest guest list
Knockin' blocks off and I don't mean Tetris
You got a penchant for killin′ like Chechen guerrillas
And I bet you′re familiar with the nosebleed section
My flow speaks essence like an oracle star sign
Holdin' more knowledge than historical archives
Thoughts hemorrhage like abdominal sharp ice
Dark minds plottin′ like cops in apartheid
"For those that don't know about my flow, let me introduce you"
"The squad that would dead it instantaneous"
"That′s right"
"Yes, the beat is like what?"
"For those that don't know about my flow, let me introduce you"
"The squad that would dead it instantaneous"
"That′s right"
"Yes, the beat is like what?"
Bad choice, bad boys, flamboyance
Stress runnin' through my veins like rap poison
Paranoid, waiting for a deal to come off
Checkin' my rearview, livin′ in fear of the cops
No sincerity lost, we droppin′ speech upon a beat
Regulated like Warren G at quarantine
Leavin' a trail of nominees up on their knees
Gully platoon, just what the genre needs
Demonic three that we due to come
Like a flamethrower spittin′ over pluto drums
Who can stop this? Who can? Dude, there's none
From lightin′ up the scene like a shooting star
We move the bar up and provin' on the standard
Futuristic manner, leavin′ pugilistic damage
Play the jackass like Bam Margera
While our force get heavy like Max Cavalera
We're makin' heads flip like capoeira
Gettin′ dirty in this bitch like Aguilera
"For those that don′t know about my flow, let me introduce you"
"The squad that would dead it instantaneous"
"That's right"
"Yes, the beat is like what?"
"For those that don′t know about my flow, let me introduce you"
"The squad that would dead it instantaneous"
"That's right"
"Yes, the beat is like what?"
Writer(s): Leigh Roy Ryan, Joseph Francis Newberry, Ryan Leaf, Tirren Staaf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
