Blood Stream Songtext
von Sean Strange

[Hook: Vic Mensa & (Sean Strange)
This is what you picture in mind
Every time somebody says to bring it back

Back, back, back
This is how to kick a fucking rhyme
Stay in line, somebody ′bout to get clapped
Clap, clap, clap, clap

I feel it in my blood stream
This beat is warning you
This is every thug's dream
Turn into a nightmare, this is what I′m born to do

Hesitant, talking to the president
Talking to the street nigga, talking for the residents
Crooked ass cops, they ride around planting evidence
Niggas planting seeds to smoke but never regular


Only in America, you can buy a passport
You can see a killer Michael Myers with his mask off
You can see a cop shot, you can see the task force
Breaking up weed with the lights from my dashboard
I don't need a pastor, I don't need a psych ward
I just need a hype crowd when I turn the mic on
Posing for pictures from your Canon and your Nikon
Guess a nigga nothing but an icon, right or wrong

Welcome the guillotine, still a dream, nightmare, they hope we there
I talk shit before the guillotine ropes begin

Rap bullying, swinging his rusty flintlock
Take the word "victory" down to the fucking print shop

This is Sparta but harder, armor′s beautiful
Harborin′ pharmaceuticals, mob at a martyr's funeral
I′m feeling like Superman, strolling past
Talk shit, I'll put a hole in your ass bigger than Yucatan
Sean Strange, tell ′em I was born tamed
Now they keep me in the junkyard, foaming upon my long chain
Mainstream media disown me
I run around town with more little shooters than Kony

I gave you fair warning, Sean Michael, night of the creep
I need my Vicodin and the right to the beat
To me, your rhyming is weak


You now rocking with a true goonie
You looney, talking all that harm you wanna do to me
Rudely awaken all you taking a nap
Invasion the track
They call me Bane, I'm breaking your back
Cremating the track, turn it into ash
I am god for real

With how I′m burning up the game like Fire Marshall Bill
Ill Logic, I will be coming to take your crown and throne
I'll fucking climb into your window when you in the house alone
I'm cold-blooded like a mammal that kill
You fuck around and I′ma hammer your grill
Yo Vic, tell ′em

If this was a perfect world, then everybody would feel me
Laughing at my competition like, "Y'all ain′t serious, really?"
I can feel it in my bloodstream, about to let the virus out
Better speak up now cause nobody's feeding us silent mouths
I′m living life with no regrets, you hating cause you overslept
My finger's on the trigger, your pistol ain′t out the holster yet
We grind hard on a mission to let the world know
We won't quit or be a single on Turnstile
While DJ's going crazy, letting that Drake spin

We in the wake of destruction, riding this wave in

And fuck the game, we got it locked and it′s bound tight

You wanna kick a rhyme, this is what it sounds like