Lockpicks, Knives, Bricks and Bats Songtext
von P.O.S

I want to show them all that we can′t be touched
That we're too out of hand and we move too much
And we can take all that pressure
′Cause we don't want nothing at all
Except for maybe some more of us
Down here tucked tight
Just as ready to pound as we are ready to fight
And we don't want none of that
We ain′t even looking at y′all
Nah, I'm looking through dirty lenses


So happy to be alive
That death thinks I would ruin the vibe
I′m not invited, I'm not crying
Calling out crimes, acting in kind, not blindly
Just looking for alignment, read what′s under the bed
The last threads, unrest in the flesh and restless
Can't choose to stop us
We some bad news maracas
What′s a law but a leash?
Can't lock, got tools to pop those reckless
And just out of your reach
Happy underneath
Mock fools and rock shows, checklist
Treat them how they treat
Goonish with the newest set of rules and the sharpest set of teeth
I'm a lion with the eyes on the meat
Try defying any awe
Highly motivated y′all, you can hear it in the speech

Mothafuckers see I was born like this
Pissed with a twist
Raised in the Midwest where they hate with a grin
Came of age, thicker skin, no contest
Bigger smile, I′mma fuck off
Didn't get in to win ′cause I don't respect the game
I got up with all my friends and picked a repellent name
I constantly recommend a little bit of disdain
A little bit of resistance
They can hang
I was a new jack trying to decide where I fit
I got busy
I destroy the walls how I live
And they ain′t got the balls or the ovaries to get a fucking grip
So content to let it slip
Hellbent, none held in
Their story full of holes, some of y'all fell in
How could I possibly offer up anything except dissent?
Get on the fucking bus


I′m trying to show them all that we can't be touched
We're too out of hand and we move too much
And we can take all that pressure
′Cause we don′t want nothing at all
Except for maybe some more of us
All here tucked tight
Just as ready to pound as we are ready to fight
And we don't want none of that
And we ain′t even looking at y'all
That′s a lot of fucking pressure

Ain't no particular road, ain′t no particular mission
Only impossible goals, only defy definition
They only kept us as cold
Probably 'cause they only listened to everything that they told
We critical, kicking thermometers hot
We don't stay down
We keep watch, we risk getting caught
Better when running, ready or not
It′s all playground, it don′t stop
We risk getting caught
Better when running, ready or not

Trying to show them all that we can't be touched
We′re too out of hand and we move too much
And we can take all the pressure
'Cause we don′t want nothing at all
Except for maybe some more of us
So where you at?
Mixed in lockpicks, knives, bricks, and bats
And we can take all the pressure
And we ain't even looking at y′all