Fuck Your Stuff

Yeah, LazerBeak And DTR, Doomtree Rhymesayers Entertainment Marijuana Deathsquads, oh [Hook] My whole crew's on some shit Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip [Verse 1] Looking out the window like Malcolm Just when I thought this culture was open they go and doubt him Fuck, dumbing it down, spit ice, skip jewelry Molotov cocktails on me like accessories Uhm, they can teach you how to front I am really raw, I ain't seen a mirror in a month But I stay fly, spinning man Flipping out with the breeze, I'm a ceiling fan I'mma get 'em, I can show you how to bump Something heavy in the back, marshall stacks in the trunk Got the windows down, I got the heat turned up On blast wagging on 'em on the West Bank Handling the style, or catch me on a mission Pissing in some convertible tryna create some tension Or in a book discussing Christopher Hitchens Or how to make bombs with shit you find in your kitchen, listen [Hook x2] My whole crew's on some shit Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip We don't watch the replay, we play [Verse 2] I never cared about your bucks So if I run up with a mask on Probably got a gas can too And I'm not here to fill her up, no We came here to riot, here to incite We don't want any of your stuff Keep sticking to the script, mane, we never seen that shit We knew the secret before they went ahead and Wiki leaked it Made a dump, bang it out the speakers Hoping to smash capital quotes on the word "leaders" They in the past, so we dancing on they ashes Onward, upward, laughing at the masses Thinking while they sit I just go off on they ass Wearing last year's trash ladies still be batting lashes And tryne smash us, the passion to go The lack of a muzzle and a style that's fucking irrational [Interlude] Fuck your stuff I mean for real We genuinely believe that all your shit is fake [Hook] I ain't kidding, I got this brick in my hand [Hook x2]