Demon Fighters ft. MadeOfClay Lyrics

Ooh, this beat just askin' to be spazzed on

Bro I'm 'bout to pop off on this shit

Man, we might just have to

We're gonna have to channel our inner juice on this bro

Facts bro, 999, follow after me

I'm a pro with the tools no logic

Changing the game like a topic

Me and my boy triple ninin'

Ice in my cup change the climate

Try not to get lost in our rhymin'

That just be the type of timin'

We on

Couple white boys no Shaun

We up right until dawn

Grinding to keep the lights on

Figured we'd just make a song

Me and bro Cheech and Chong

In the cut no salon

But we keeping it calm

I'm balling young like a hawk

I'ma pass it to Clay Dog

Keeping it calm

I got the world in my palm

I ain't droppin' bombs no Osam'

Seal team six take you out like it's prom

In my Saint Laurent

Bitch I ain't no pawn

AJ Brown I'm going long

Beat my chest like I'm King Kong

Yeah we be keeping it silent

Fe Fi Fo I'm a giant

Tearin' it up I'm a tyrant

On any beat like a migrant

Uh, on a diet

Sativa and indica hybrid

Flyin' we up in the private

Highjack it now I'm the pilot

Uh, trust me now

Straight up don't do no runaround

Bring this heat from the underground

Me and Clay 'bout to bust it down

Fight demons with no gun around

Only fist we go pound for pound

Bell ring don't need another round

Grab my wrist and hand me the crown yeah

Click clack, that the sound of my get back

On these raps I spit fire never lack

I attack the beat leaving no tracks

To retract no regrets

Hustle hard no setbacks

In the lab flowin' so intact

Boutta make an impact

In fact Jeff Simmons you get sacked

He just did that

Break it off kit-kat

Lemme get my lick back

Potty mouth no tic tac

They will all applaud

We just a couple of boys from the 'Nati

Rap is my vice man I need it so badly

Told me come over I said drop the addy

Uber right there I do not need a caddy

Hop in the backseat hit the gas please

Matter fact we turn right around I got the house key

She thought we were smashing she kinda trashy

Ain't even makin a dime yet

Ain't even in my prime yet

Wait 'til you see that mindset

On the mountain climbin'

We just out here fightin'

Scratching clawing bitin'

Just out here vibin'

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Out with the homie

Where are we going

Nobody knows we

Laughin' and joking

Out here smokin'

Fear invokin'

Shadow clonin'

Naruto-king

Keep it lowkey

Safe like goalie

Flow so holy

Follow closely

In my home need

Plaques and trophies

Future glowing

Need some Oakley's

Flick it like a Bic uh

Boutta take it like a pic uh

Hit a spliff and liftoff

Get it started kickoff

Next play that's a pickoff

Please don't get me pissed off

Real deal I'm no ripoff

You can call me big dog

Leave 'em frozen Kristoff

Euro stepping get crossed

Score right off an assist uh

Clay dimed me up Chris Paul

Beat ends I'm signing off

Just a little improv

We just made a hit song

Can't come close so get lost