BLVCK

[Intro: SVDP]

Uh, blvck, turn my shit up

Turn my shit up

Huh?

[Verse 1: SVDP]

I said came for the money bag, stayed for the pussy

Gangrene from the bullet wounds, blood from my bully

Bulletproof blvck windows on a blvck Cadillac

Blvck leather, blvck gloves, blvck metal, blvck mask

Back, back in this bitch with a bag of new tricks

New kids on the block, boy, bands comin' in

Bands come in all colors now, worldwide poppin'

Sideways non-stoppin' when the reaper come knockin'

Like bang, bang, bang, bang! Tell him I ain't home

And I ain't never plan to answer it, we been goin' ape

And staying loaded with banana clips

Wish a dummy would and watch us turn 'em into mannequins

Pulled up to the disco, watch the people start to panic

And all we еver wanted was a shot at being hеard

Instead of being shot at by the local news and all the cameramen

All we ever needed was each other for the come up

While our stomach always starvin', while we looking for some answers

And tryin' to get any leg up on anybody tryin' to come and body us

Before we get a chance to benefit, Oedipus, Oedipus

Motherfucker really had no clue with who he messin' with

Runnin' amok and movin' through zombies who dead already

They label us all as radicals, animals with machetes

But we don't move with no weapons, the blade is my mother tongue

And the only language I'm speakin' when piggies is runnin' up...

[Interlude: SVDP]

Get 'em, yeah!

Burn that shit down!

[Chorus: SVDP]

'Til the day they take away my sacred shining (Hey!)

Shut it down, burn it all, they gon' find out in time and (Hey!)

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

'Til the day they take away my sacred shining (Hey!)

Shut it down, burn it all, they gon' find out in time and (Hey!)

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

[Verse 2: Backxwash]

What the fuck is this scene? Need a starter machine

To start it up 'cause the spark is so gleam

The Martin, the King, the Xs, our art in the scene

But art is not seen, reflections are far in-between

One verse: swarm the elites

Pardon the scheme, it's part of a larger belief

I feel like Harden, hard in the knees

As he targets a three, you think it's foul 'til you up in the seats

Swish, swish, don't claim to be a poet

Feel like Fela Kuti with the handpicked explosive

Feel like Femi Kuti with the gangrene component

'Bout to blow the building, fuck up the ceiling

I'm Grace Jones with an A-bomb

Running up the fuckin' State Farm, now bitches better stay calm

Ray Charles with an 8 ball

Shooting up your fucking paywall, one shot to filet y'all

I'm Grace Jones with an A-bomb

Running up the fuckin' State Farm, now bitches better stay calm

Ray Charles with an 8 ball

Shooting up your fucking paywall, one shot to filet y'all

[Chorus: SVDP]

'Til the day they take away my sacred shining (Hey!)

Shut it down, burn it all, they gon' find out in time and (Hey!)

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

'Til the day they take away my sacred shining (Hey!)

Shut it down, burn it all, they gon' find out in time and (Hey!)

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

[Outro: SVDP]

(Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?)