Molotov Music Lyrics

Crash that gate. Smash, grab, take

Blast that bass til the system breaks

Cloud of smoke, ghost no trace

Molotov music written in flames

Super vicious, violent voice of the new religion

Hugest shift in human interest since the crucifixion

new zeitgeist, all knife fight & superstition

Trendsetter of vendetta, not the music business

Still spit it so fresh, breath's scented w/ eucalyptus

We are nowhere near you, our rear view is futuristic

Praise the Lord & pass the Ammunition

When the tanks ride by w/ the booming system

Fuel the engine w/ cruel intentions

Dudes a legend for them bad influences

Pass a brutal sentence like a hanging judge

Ragamuff, tap dancing out the ankle cuffs

Slick talking fugitive on my Ras Kas

My chick's a bad ass in the hoodie & the gas mask

Walking backlash until my last gasp

Brushin broken glass off the clothing from the smash grab

Crash that gate. Smash, grab, take

Blast that bass til the system breaks

Cloud of smoke, ghost no trace

Molotov music written in flames

The language of the unheard returning as razorbacks

The abyss gazes back through the eyes of a maniac

Auto biographical, crash dummy post cards

Wild animal the minute that the show starts

Loose screws & broke parts, can't find the manual

Trap jaw, Iron mandible, the guy's mechanical

Move with pure elegance ride on war elephants

Bass cabinets rattling your skeleton

Spitfire, roast that Note Lab gridiron

Paper cuts, lace em up with triggers & trip wires

How a French kiss feels w/ electric eels

Nothing but bad reputation & sex appeal

Puffin sensamille that's green as centerfield

Swinging tempered steel w/o a record deal

And the headline reads: I'm a wet my beak

Til iv'e said my piece to the XYZ

Crash that gate. Smash, grab, take

Blast that bass til the system breaks

Cloud of smoke, ghost no trace

Molotov music written in flames

The party call is Martial Law vs. Mardi Gras

Party for your right to fight, the writing's off the wall

All bad, on blast like a rocket launch

You know it's popping off when I soccer ball a Molotov

Burn it down to ashes & dance through em

Carve my name in the rubble & the date of man's ruin

Message ain't subtle but might be translucent

Said I can't do it, least I can be is a damn nuisance

Outta pocket like Cam Newton, Vamoosing

Criminal w/ the visual of Stan Kubrick

Merely hearing me's an act of conspiracy

Cheering these beers w/ me fair to say is heresy

So don't push me, I'm just a stone's throw

You got the message, ya'll don't want no smoke