[Intro]
"Who is nobs?"
"Worst--worst thing you can do to a child."
[Pre-verse 1]
Heads up!
Heads up, what's up?
Heads up!
Heads up, what's up?
[Verse 1]
Not talkin' to the police
Killin' brothers in the streets!
(Heads up!)
Protect and serve the only motto
Somethin' y'all can't follow!
(Heads up, what's up?)
Now I know it's just a few of you
But ya gotta police there too!
(Heads up!)
When it's all the suspense
And breathalyze your defense!
(Heads up, what's up?)
[Chorus]
Times are changing, that's a fact!
But we got each other's backs!
Heads up! Heads up!
Stand together crass brass!
No, yes, no, yes!
Right!
[Bridge]
To all the people in the power (Tyrannis!)
All the gangstas in the hood (Tyrannis!)
All the corporate execs (Tyrannis!)
In the woods Tom Jeff (Tyrannis!)
Sic!
Semper!
Tyrannis!
We ain't toleratin' no tyrants!
[Solos]
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
[Pre-verse 2]
Heads up!
(Yes, we have more bars than stars)
Heads up, what's up?
(And yes, incarceration is like money in the bank)
Heads up!
(But as always, the people will deal)
Heads up, what's up?
[Verse 2]
Not talkin' to the big chiefs
Lies define belief!
(Heads up!)
Not talkin' to Wall Street
The pan-handlin' obese!
(Heads up, what's up?)
Not talkin' to the industries
And suspect ministries!
(Heads up!)
Not talkin' to the big press
Pushin' special interest!
(Heads up, what's up?)
[Chorus]
Times are changing, that's a fact!
But we got each other's backs!
Heads up! Heads up!
Stand together crass brass!
No, yes, no, yes!
Right!
[Outro: Marcus Tenney]
You treadin' on me homie and I need you to get off
You standin' in my face, acting like you be the boss
Tellin' me what to do, givin' direction
And if you keep on, you're gonna need a lotta protection
Protectin' me from enemies, I don't need ya, I can handle my own
'Cause my style's solid not a carbon copy clone
Not a cookie-cutter case, they be chasin' me down
But when I need 'em they are nowhere to be found
I make my own rules (Don't tell me!)
I don't go by yours, I got the floor (Don't tell me!)
Every time I turn around they be comin' at 'em with more (Don't tell me!)
More suggestin', more managin', manage your own (Don't tell me!)
We ain't toleratin' no tyrants!
"Who is nobs?"
"Worst--worst thing you can do to a child."
[Pre-verse 1]
Heads up!
Heads up, what's up?
Heads up!
Heads up, what's up?
[Verse 1]
Not talkin' to the police
Killin' brothers in the streets!
(Heads up!)
Protect and serve the only motto
Somethin' y'all can't follow!
(Heads up, what's up?)
Now I know it's just a few of you
But ya gotta police there too!
(Heads up!)
When it's all the suspense
And breathalyze your defense!
(Heads up, what's up?)
[Chorus]
Times are changing, that's a fact!
But we got each other's backs!
Heads up! Heads up!
Stand together crass brass!
No, yes, no, yes!
Right!
[Bridge]
To all the people in the power (Tyrannis!)
All the gangstas in the hood (Tyrannis!)
All the corporate execs (Tyrannis!)
In the woods Tom Jeff (Tyrannis!)
Sic!
Semper!
Tyrannis!
We ain't toleratin' no tyrants!
[Solos]
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
(Sic, semper, tyrannis)
[Pre-verse 2]
Heads up!
(Yes, we have more bars than stars)
Heads up, what's up?
(And yes, incarceration is like money in the bank)
Heads up!
(But as always, the people will deal)
Heads up, what's up?
[Verse 2]
Not talkin' to the big chiefs
Lies define belief!
(Heads up!)
Not talkin' to Wall Street
The pan-handlin' obese!
(Heads up, what's up?)
Not talkin' to the industries
And suspect ministries!
(Heads up!)
Not talkin' to the big press
Pushin' special interest!
(Heads up, what's up?)
[Chorus]
Times are changing, that's a fact!
But we got each other's backs!
Heads up! Heads up!
Stand together crass brass!
No, yes, no, yes!
Right!
[Outro: Marcus Tenney]
You treadin' on me homie and I need you to get off
You standin' in my face, acting like you be the boss
Tellin' me what to do, givin' direction
And if you keep on, you're gonna need a lotta protection
Protectin' me from enemies, I don't need ya, I can handle my own
'Cause my style's solid not a carbon copy clone
Not a cookie-cutter case, they be chasin' me down
But when I need 'em they are nowhere to be found
I make my own rules (Don't tell me!)
I don't go by yours, I got the floor (Don't tell me!)
Every time I turn around they be comin' at 'em with more (Don't tell me!)
More suggestin', more managin', manage your own (Don't tell me!)
We ain't toleratin' no tyrants!
( NO BS! Brass )
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