Fallout

(Chorus: Dutchmassive) Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) (Verse 1: Celph Titled) (Yo, who the fuck are you?) Don Juan steeze be razor splitting you Rubix Cuban unsolvable, the high tech arsenals Shiny metal things spit something horrible Vocal arrangements inaudible Pistol whip you Mandatory, not option, what you stupid? My clique consists of dirty dogs, and Cuban mafia children Plastic explosive play dough the money is mine if I say so Ain’t no thing in this universe that could ever be my match Celph Titled without fly raps is like Slick Rick without an eye patch Now how you like that? Yup, my recipes dope I’m used to the game like Jeopardy under the oath And lethal like white boys in trench coats Straight up and down I’m serving niggas with 16 bar sentences My spoken word is contagious and cancerous I cancel kids like answering messages left by solicitation receptionists Like my man Dutchmassive, we aggressively repping shit (Ain’t no question kid) Lurking in the everglades While you at home watching cartoons I’ll be sitting on the dock of the bay, with a harpoon (Chorus: Dutchmassive) Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) (Verse 2: Walkman) And pissed off the wrong one Hand break my pencil piece when I write this A head storm shatter skulls Speaking of blood sport, splatter over all pearly white Fresh contest blazing adrenaline behaving rude and absurd While the out of states criticize from the outside viewing In observing and stressing us, the tropics Fuck all you corn hole fuckers with no logic Brining the heat, scorching your bare feet Sprinting butt naked, long distance Decking moving objects, direct shots but beaming optics And that’s the instincts of a natural at time If you ain’t heard right, I split bricks, strictly certified blaze shit Light speed I’m sonically inclined with godly insight Niggas get blow to bits like megabytes Can’t fuck with this, alright Storm dash trooper, the cybernetic intelligence The 5th element regiment, crush your residence into sediments Encrypted flows with the centrifugal dialect The Puerto Rican cybernetic one Authentic while you synthetic son I hold down the galaxy with unanimous connections Quantum physics expert ripping holes right through your guess shirt The seven squadron dynasty get down and dirty violently Walkmen and freestyles with the emcee seeking missles Atomically stay blazing accurately bout to black out of this Is Tampa’s side of things and that’s what 8-1-3’s about (Chorus: Dutchmassive) Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) (Verse 3: Dutchmassive) Yo, I sense anger, how you going to diss a total stranger Talk about my records, I’m a have to rearrange you Feel this laser, you’re not who you pretend to be Knock off your identity and aim for longevity Fuck your concepts, I can do without your comments The liveliest player on a catcher burning comet You make me vomit, sick of all your trends If I break all keyboards before tracks the wackness ends Constantly stay blazing, F-L-A is dumb hot No Glocks baby boy, I’ll smash your jaw with a cinder block Hard knock not, I’m just a little anti-social We word wide, while y’all still think we local My name is Dutchmassive, remember that shit I’m killing kids, girls that diss me, get the di-dick Only got a few close friends and that’s way too much Cause soon they all jock us when we blow the fuck up