[Verse 1]
I ain‘t got no motherfuckin cape or tights. I ain‘t capable of
Breaking walls or taking flight, changing form or falling from
Amazing heights, but I ain‘t afraid to brawl of face my frights
Face it y‘all: I‘m unbreakable when I take the mic
It takes some might to get up on the fucking stage and preach
Expose the fake shit and then make sure that the fake impeached
The game‘s our bitch, we came to save her like her name was Peach
And when the show‘s over we‘ll both be leaving with two ladies each
I‘ll break your teeth and send ‘em flying through the roof
Your troops are crying, yelling truce, as I spit fire in the booth
If you are Iron Man I‘ll fry you through the iron in your suit
Spiderman gets tied up to his web, I‘m tightening the noose
I‘m the lightning killing Zeus, striking biters in their tooth
My freezing rhymes will leave you guys stiff in cryogenic boots
But why use my super powers, brothers, I am living proof
That you can be a true hero just by inspiring the youth
It‘s time to introduce, the flyest, illest group, the hardest duo:
Chill Bump, the smartest artists you know
Your squad is too slow. We ain‘t got no time for your B.S
Dimes wanna be with us and their guys all aspire to be us
[Chorus]
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight away. We‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
Til every fake ass rapper fades away
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight away. We‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
[Verse 2]
Hold up, chill, wait up y‘all. Get your weight up y‘all
What you waiting for ? This your wake up call, so inspirational
The game‘s in thrall. Follow me and say no more
Let‘s piss these major labels off and take our art back out the Gator‘s jaw
Raise the bar, this isn‘t limbo. They set real low
These little britle spitters are soft as silk or feathered pillows
Follow me, follow me, independent heroes
Let‘s piss off mumbo jumbo rappers, bragging about their swag and pecadillos
Let‘s Knuckle up with these weak clowns. Motherfuckaz get beat down
I‘ll uppercut them and punch up in the sky right through the bleak clouds
Comic readers gon read pow, when I knock all of their teeth out
I‘ll have ‘em seeing more stars than if they were in the VIP lounge
Shouts to homies who hold me down. Those that test me get thrown around
One punch and they going down like Gorgeous George and then Golden Brown
They cough up blood they choke and drown, they dead and burried below the ground
Where we know that they won‘t be found. We ain‘t joke around…
Yo we got one goal. Yo we got one role
To throw you artists off the stage and take control
To make the crowd root for us, have a fun show
And leave our enemies piled up in a bundle
Yo we got one goal. Yo we got one role
To throw you artists off the stage and take control
To make the crowd root for us, have a fun show
And have em going fucking coucou cause they want more
[Chorus]
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight away. We‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
Til every fake ass rapper fades away
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight away. We‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
I ain‘t got no motherfuckin cape or tights. I ain‘t capable of
Breaking walls or taking flight, changing form or falling from
Amazing heights, but I ain‘t afraid to brawl of face my frights
Face it y‘all: I‘m unbreakable when I take the mic
It takes some might to get up on the fucking stage and preach
Expose the fake shit and then make sure that the fake impeached
The game‘s our bitch, we came to save her like her name was Peach
And when the show‘s over we‘ll both be leaving with two ladies each
I‘ll break your teeth and send ‘em flying through the roof
Your troops are crying, yelling truce, as I spit fire in the booth
If you are Iron Man I‘ll fry you through the iron in your suit
Spiderman gets tied up to his web, I‘m tightening the noose
I‘m the lightning killing Zeus, striking biters in their tooth
My freezing rhymes will leave you guys stiff in cryogenic boots
But why use my super powers, brothers, I am living proof
That you can be a true hero just by inspiring the youth
It‘s time to introduce, the flyest, illest group, the hardest duo:
Chill Bump, the smartest artists you know
Your squad is too slow. We ain‘t got no time for your B.S
Dimes wanna be with us and their guys all aspire to be us
[Chorus]
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight away. We‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
Til every fake ass rapper fades away
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight away. We‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
[Verse 2]
Hold up, chill, wait up y‘all. Get your weight up y‘all
What you waiting for ? This your wake up call, so inspirational
The game‘s in thrall. Follow me and say no more
Let‘s piss these major labels off and take our art back out the Gator‘s jaw
Raise the bar, this isn‘t limbo. They set real low
These little britle spitters are soft as silk or feathered pillows
Follow me, follow me, independent heroes
Let‘s piss off mumbo jumbo rappers, bragging about their swag and pecadillos
Let‘s Knuckle up with these weak clowns. Motherfuckaz get beat down
I‘ll uppercut them and punch up in the sky right through the bleak clouds
Comic readers gon read pow, when I knock all of their teeth out
I‘ll have ‘em seeing more stars than if they were in the VIP lounge
Shouts to homies who hold me down. Those that test me get thrown around
One punch and they going down like Gorgeous George and then Golden Brown
They cough up blood they choke and drown, they dead and burried below the ground
Where we know that they won‘t be found. We ain‘t joke around…
Yo we got one goal. Yo we got one role
To throw you artists off the stage and take control
To make the crowd root for us, have a fun show
And leave our enemies piled up in a bundle
Yo we got one goal. Yo we got one role
To throw you artists off the stage and take control
To make the crowd root for us, have a fun show
And have em going fucking coucou cause they want more
[Chorus]
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight away. We‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
Til every fake ass rapper fades away
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight away. We‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
( Chill Bump )
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