Sayin Damn

All Chinese
«We want your thumb!»
One sample of us will put your plans in a rut
I’m just a diamond that came from a grain of sand in the rough
Drink a cannibal’s blood
Hunt the mammal for tusks
You get trampled by tyrannical tarantulas, uh
Tryna handle one line, I can channel and bust
Will incinerate your teeth into enamel and dust
Homeboy, you ain’t ample enough
That drunken rambling has got you down to gamble your thumb
My blade is sharpened on the anvil of trust
I grip the handle and thrust to your mechanical guts
Now that I’m amplified, scramble and run
What can I say?
I’m just a motherfucking animal, what?
(They saying damn)
What you had to sacrifice?
(It goes down)
Like their glance when you’re passing by
(We get plowed)
'Til we can’t rationalize
We’re type foul, lights up and lights out, right now
(They saying damn)
What you had to sacrifice?
(It goes down)
Like their glance when you’re passing by
(We get plowed)
'Til we can’t rationalize
We’re type foul, lights up and lights out, right now
You are the instant rapper
With standards to hold up
In Pampers and pull-ups and plasticky gold fronts
We roll-up like Dunlop to keep you below us
The buck stops here your hot shit is rotten cold-cuts
To all those rapping babies
I bring that pain you repress
Like the Sandpeople CD to feed the fiends that are needy
An evil deed when I speak, death
I get up on more pages than Inkjet
You’re missing your Sway like King Tech
Watch as we blow up
We roll deep though, cuz
You can’t steamroll us
And you will see no love
We got that weed smoke buzz
And no, we won’t budge
We chopping c-notes
Watching keyholes where we keep those drugs
And when we roll blunts
Bet we chief those buds
All the fiends know us
We off of Keystone, plus
If you have beef, Sandpeeps won’t be no punks
We’d rather smash geeks than have beef and see bones crush
(They saying damn)
What you had to sacrifice?
(It goes down)
Like their glance when you’re passing by
(We get plowed)
'Til we can’t rationalize
We’re type foul, lights up and lights out, right now
(They saying damn)
What you had to sacrifice?
(It goes down)
Like their glance when you’re passing by
(We get plowed)
'Til we can’t rationalize
We’re type foul, lights up and lights out, right now
We’re on the wrong side of indie, armed with a press kit
Points Of View, All In Vain, onto the next shit
Calm and collected until all that we’re left with
Is a fist in the air to represent the disrespected (What?)
Fuck them somethings tryna get they cash right
From the slap on the ass until they’re read their last rights
That ain’t a fast life, it’s a slow funeral
And don’t touch that mic, closed casket, you ain’t suitable
I stay suited bro (yep), name brand denim
This time next year we rocking Sandpeople emblems
Our work efforts endless
Pleasingly aesthetic
We accepting cash money, credit cards, and debit
Like, uh--I'd love to slap the taste out your mouth
Like, uh--I'd love to fill your head full of doubts
It goes, uh--yea, you can buy our friendship
But my love for you’s pretentious and financially sound
(They saying damn)
What you had to sacrifice?
(It goes down)
Like their glance when you’re passing by
(We get plowed)
'Til we can’t rationalize
We’re type foul, lights up and lights out, right now
Sandpeeps is in your deck
More deep than