S.K.T.Y.U. Songtext
von K. Tones

(Google Boy, am I a Google Boy? Am I a-)

We′re on the coast of Nigeria, next year we'll be in Siberia
We′re the worldwide travelers, every airline we've been passengers
And we don't make figures, we go figure
Making connections like gold diggers
No American dream, this ain′t Hilfiger
But we′re going global and we're mils richer
Hah, airplane the mode is on (Google Boy)
Hop on a jet, we gone (Google Boy)
I just got my visa, we on (Google Boy)
Yeah, yeah, I go where I want, fugio (Google Boy)
Stack up the cards, Yugi-Oh (Google Boy)
The whole world is my studio (Google Boy)
Yeah, yeah


Aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.!
Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.!
Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.!
Aye, aye (Google Boy, am I a Google Boy?)
S.K.T.Y.U.! (Am I- Am I a Google Boy?)
Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! (Am I a Google Boy?)
Yeah, S.K.T.Y. - (Am I a-)


They busy washin′ they hands after launderin' money
They tried to foil our plans, I think that it′s funny
I proctor my gambles like Procter and Gamble
I stay watchin' Scandal, I′m watching their scandals
Your values ain't worth all the dirt in my sandals
I got some leverage for shit you can't handle
Mismatched Canadian tux, green eye won′t give you good luck
I′m too clean, I still got the suds, I'm movin′ with integral sums
Mismatched Canadian tux, green eye won't give you good luck
I′m too clean, I still got the suds, I'm movin′ with integral sums
Fit Purple Haze Killa Cam, these pigs killin' on cam
Brew me an herbal remedy, I'm straight-edge, no Xan
Tinted big body black truck, coupe and sedan, no vans
Quick pull-up to the shoe shop, Stan Smiths, Jordans, and Vans
The keys to the kingdom stay locked in a safe, up and away
So that when these shooters think one day it′s for the take
We run ′em they fade
Said, the keys to the kingdom stay locked in a safe, up and away
So that when these shooters think one day it's for the take
We run ′em they fade, Tone

Aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.!
Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.!
Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.!
Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Yeah, S.K.T.Y.-

Bottoms up for the sneak attack
You took one of ours, so we'll take you back
Deadbolt the door, chain him to the rack
Don′t kill the lights, fade it to the black
Now everybody's comin′ at your neck
Somethin' about an "Off with your head"
I do not diss the dead, so moment of silence, quiet on the set