No Way Lyrics

Doomtree - No Way

[Cecil Otter]

Got cracks in our armor

Got cracks in the ceiling

And this axe that we're wielding

Will react when we're feeling

That crack, attack, attack

And we're on you like a Mack Truck

Your honor, we are that fucking filthy

[Sims]

It's 2000 and self destruct

Everybody yelling that shit's all fucked

Yuck, I never liked the construct

Of that square wheel

Like, like "money ain't real"

Wait, but that ain't real

Oh, oh, now I get it

We could take it all and split it

Give it to the village

Doomtree villains

Out for the killing, no kidding

Good man but I went a bit bitter

When they took a little

Dinner up off my plate

High stakes, okay, I'll play

But it ain't your game

And it ain't your rules

And it ain't your world

And I brought my crew

We some dirty lip fuck your rules

Living ugly goons, haha

It's no kings, no way

You're so vain

You probably think it's about you

Well it is and it ain't

And it ain't, but it is

I go so fucking nasty no restraint

Well I get props and I play it off

And I see them hot

But I fade them all

Hello world it's L.O.P.

B.T.Z., keep your ring

Move out of my way

Let me do my thing

Let me do my thing

I'ma do my thing

[Mike Mictlan]

Friction lock rivet

Goonish as all fuck

Prudent to all stunts

Proving the laws of logarithm

Like the wag of a dog's tail

Bark back, woof!

Light the rag on your cocktail

Spark that

Champ on that slang chop

Chump on that chomp rap

Probably a stomp sack

Man, give me my prop back

Hold your tooth to my non dap

I ain't no Diddy boy

That Beni know we go scrimp dance

Dougie, don't stop that

Senor Frreal Z three R zero

None other, who's cooler?

Hula-hooping through bank zeroes

Hewlett packing, loogie yacking

On Don Hero's

Bomb appearance, nights in Paris

Raw dogging cross limos

Toss demos, snot rockets

Blow up the sub-labels

Long tables, calling shots

On a crowd potato

The slang mongrel, fanged tonsils

We slay goblins

Gangly gang violent

Wrangling fake monsters

[Cecil Otter]

We got cracks in our armor

Got cracks in the ceiling

And this axe that we're wielding

Will react when we're feeling

That crack, attack, attack

And we're on you like a Mack Truck

Your honor, we are that fucking filthy

Got cracks in our armor

Got cracks in the ceiling

And this axe that we're wielding

Will react when we're feeling

That crack, attack, attack

And we're on you like a Mack Truck

Your honor, we are that fucking filthy

[P.O.S.]

What's up? No kings

No love for your made up things

In the paint but it ain't no game

On the wall with a little complaint

Leave that stain, weave through

Cities dodging rain

No thing but an open door, it's yours

No lie but you've got to get

Dirty man, fix your pride

We some preach them real, reach them

Steal them from low ideals type dudes

With a septum set of skills

And an ick style so kill that

Wills update daily

No frills or pilled up babies

No posture phony just rock

Solid un-fuck-with-able

Dropped knowledge

No love for the bull horns

Give them thorns

Get them in swarm

Let me make friends with a storm

Buddy up, get close to the war

Insides out, no love for the boring

Naw, bored, and I bet

The hearts off beating

Under hardwood flooring

Poor man's Poe

[Cecil Otter]

We got cracks in our armor

Got cracks in the ceiling

And this axe that we're wielding

Will react when we're feeling

That crack, attack, attack

And we're on you like a Mack Truck

Your honor, we are