Big Bands

[VERSE ONE - MILES POWERS] Shorty thought she a thot, what’s the standard? I wish a man would come and front, yeah that’s manhood You ain’t that good but you call yourself a rapper Yeah I play the drums but I ain’t a drummer dumbass Oh was that harsh? Ain’t speak my language can’t talk I been that crazy vanguard, routine like Brady pass yards Routine like 80's dance halls, making your lady branch off I whip that lazy hands off, ain’t my Mercedes, thank God! [VERSE TWO - TEEAWGO] Ay yo move! Why you standing still, oh you think too cool? Don't wanna' get sweaty no one stepping on your shoes Don't you know that newer things are meant to be used? Holes in my kicks, big toes poking through Bummy ass kid living rich, yeah Spending more cash than I get, yeah I don't see the issue Cancel my subscription I need all my problems to be limited edition My anxiety is holographic Cool sounds when you scratch it Self-love is ultra rare I trade you if you have it I was living manic I never had card sleeves Now i live in panic I never let y'all see [VERSE THREE - CHRIS WRIGHT] My whole life full of bad motifs I put the blade in my mouth just floss my teeth Too busy tryna' stay human like I’m Jon Batiste Or Osterman, got em' sweating like they whole suit fleece Caught me dancing with myself, feel like Joaquin I’m jokin' lil momma, I’m just tripping blowing off steam Feeling like I’m Ozymandias when I’m off screen The purple so provocative the whole fucking mosh leaning Right stick hit coming to your breastplate Cemetery drive motherfucker I’m just dead weight Yeah, come alive, come alive, put up barricades Half witted, outside, punk bitches, in Escalades [HOOK - CHRIS WRIGHT] Ay! back off the block like a piston Ay! fuck up anybody that don’t listen Ay! all of my rhinestones glisten Ay! dying in the mosh pit is my mission [VERSE FOUR - CLOUD MAC] I told my mother I’m a rock star, I think i shocked her Double life, man is motherfucking Peter Parker Pop star, breakin’ hearts, boy is such a charmer Why you acting like a virgin when your name is not Madonna These pussies setting traps like they Veigar Never get surprised boy I see you on the radar Pull up to bank with some clips and a blazer Bout' to flip the lid like a Motorola Razr I’m a big fuck off monster bout’ to fucking dynamax May have lost my little mind but that was just a minor lapse Fuck a crowd surf, jump off stage and hit them with a down attack Electric type, paralysis, man we got them spinal taps [VERSE FIVE - ATWOOD] Fuck you and your momma's house This the type of shit they play that make you kick your momma out Pussy boys ain't spitting heat, fuck you talking bout' Unless you talkin' bout how they leaving the pussies cotton-mouthed Got em' like I don't need it Your whole square a bunch of hoes like a shotgun seen it Pop trunk, y'all suck, fuck all ya'll pissants My shit is gas city while y'all sussied in the mid-lands Ay, big bands, big bands, big bands Wonderin' how the fuck in seven days I made six grand Shit man this shit's payin' cos' this young sir's head got bars like a hitman [HOOK - CHRIS WRIGHT] Ay! back off the block like a piston Ay! fuck up anybody that don’t listen Ay! all of my rhinestones glisten Ay! dying in the mosh pit is my mission [VERSE SIX - MILES POWERS] Really been ‘bout, that rhythm I ride, my cynical mind Been filling up all of my time, yeah I was born the wrong year I see sociopathy, cocky but you like a poppy seed A spec insignificant, so check what you gifted with And check what you not I'm not impressed by your wit with this So, sit and listen closely mostly posted killin’ shit Ill intent, tense muscles, caught up in the hustle bustle What's the cause and what's the fuss? I trust that I can piece the puzzle