Electric Blue

We are the milk crate raiders

keepin' up on ya neighbors

the flavor that you savor

but burnin' up like a laser

here n now, I be the lock load

blooka blooka blaow

fun and drop, the body gettin' down

I am the Stephen king of these lethal things

the people sing puttin' life to a tomb

makin ya ears ring,

catchin the holy ghost so we hope

chewin on Curry Goat,

puttin grease stains on the lyrics we wrote

the coolest pachyderm to twist a verb

sometimes he touch the herb

but mainly he sips just calm his nerves

be that smooth nigga cool water

n be that full finger dope momma my sell so please holla

be that pop collar rogue scholar

n be that new kid gimme some gin and a little tonic water

takin a little sip n let it slip

i am banana clip fully automatic flyin from the lip

cause everything we do, my god, electric blue

seven thousand watts, we hot, electric blue

strappin' to the battery, bang, that's what we do

burnin up ya amp too bad we blowin a fuse (2x)

a rap mougle, nah nah we transglobal

cyne blowin up ya spot too hot just like chernobyl

fuck ya flash n rocks we roll n stay noble

peace to the fans of course we love Grenoble

so breath the rhythm we bang to positronics

transmittin' this we wave radio college

cause lights out but I remain in higher office

a speech halogen bright nice this nigga awesome

cause everything we do, my god, electric blue

seven thousand watts, we hot, electric blue

strappin to the battery, bang, that's what we do

burnin up ya amp too bad we blowin a fuse (2x)

eh yo, magnificent fly n paintin bringin honor

where there's glow in the dark show art that im rythm with

88 style baby, it's still futuristic

florescent lit brain waves except Einsteins(?)

I'm that nigga, shop right mista

swept her off her feet, gave her power when I kissed her

legendary rap missionary lost at whirlwind

visionary wraith just scary when the world end

now or never, the sunshine weather

the storm blow way beyond but na dog I'm better

it was Luke skywalker fire walker lord Palmer

bullets in the blood say ya sorry for the sonna

cool and collected while you other fuckers restless

you listen to my record and you wanna call corrections

flee from the scene and resume my regime

flowin' through ya circuit boards vocal cords...

flowin' through ya internet

interject my intellect

until the dead resurrect on DVD and cassette.

Pick it up on net flicks,

funny young and the reckless,

such an 80's baby, my club stays breakfast.