Biscuits ft. Aaron Atlas & Basil Lyrics

We dance we dance

We wiggle our body

We move our bo-body to the beat (Beat)

My style (Style)

My style is so fresh and so fresh and so fresh and so unique

Forever underground Stick 2 The Script bringing Statik

Free with my Termanology I let em have it

The Prodigy production Atlas beats is magic

My Mobb been Deep since 7 of em reakin' Havoc

That's that old mother fu

Do you always do exactly what you're told mother fu

Brandon why's the window open?

Shit it's February and you got the fan on damn it's cold mother fucka

Things done changed some people they got strange

I got a way with lames I'm getting back on my pen game

I'll save the negative for later kid it's flagrant

Then shape shift in the matrix til the beefs obliterated

I'm wreckin' kids like Breckenridge

The pressure is adolescent like before we could handle our beverages

My minds made that lines great for old time sake

Ain't scared of change I make all dimes wait

All I'm smellin' is sweet grass and sage

This cute hippy chick rubbin' my waves

It's easy to stay up for days

Ready for the night to hear the Biscuits play

Mountain top high

Literally on a mountain top getting high

Blowin' Northern Lights up to the northern lights in the sky

Amazing the stars to see em this clear

400 miles really ain't that far

Plus we had them tunes jammin' in the car

With the Bose on deck

A whole bunch of cigarettes and things you could never forget

Like how she step to the beat

Bounce her head with the smile so sweet

Feet look better when they not on concrete

Pickin' out twigs from your toes

Listen how the story goes

Early last night I took about 4 hits

All morning long all I hear is Molly Molly

Yo this was one, popular chick

Had to laugh a little bit smirk then I dip

Had to stop some people going in my tent

Shit 6 am they all look the same

And I'm a peaceful man

But fully able to kill cain

We all smiled and shook hands and hugged

In life you can choose hate or love

An hour later the sky started to cry

Joyful tears it liquified

Couldn't tell if it was just raining or I was just high

Lucy up in the sky with diamonds in her eye

Oh fudge we forgot to put out the bud

I sprintin' and I'm slippin'

Walkin' down shakedown street

Covered in mud but when I get there

Just in time and what did I find?

This fool in the tent cuttin' up lines

Fuck it

Well if you don't mind

And then it hit

Good thing I always pack some fruity Mentos in the pocket

For a time like this

Mercedes Mercedes

Blondy dread

Cute little face with a fitted on her head

And that Aaliyah stance

You know tank top and baggy pants

Always smiling with her bottom fronts

Silver grill shinin'

I liked how she was dancing she liked how I was rhymin'

Opposites attract with perfect timing

Ayo we dance we dance

We wiggle we move our body to the beat

My style my style is so fresh so unique

Is it fait or synchronicity?

Cuz us in this crowd of 60, 000 you keep runnin' into me

Or rather I keep finding you

Well we have one more day to discover the truth

So I kissed her lips we hugged real tight the we split

She gave me a dance I wrote this

To never forget

We dance we dance

We wiggle our body

We move our bo-body to the beat (Beat)

My style (Style)

My style is so fresh and so fresh and so fresh and so unique

We dance we dance

We wiggle our body

We move our bo-body to the beat (Beat)

My style (Style)

My style is so fresh and so fresh and so fresh and so unique

We dance we dance

We wiggle our body

We move our bo-body to the beat (Beat)

My style (Style)

My style is so fresh and so fresh and so fresh and so unique

We dance we dance

We wiggle our body

We move our bo-body to the beat (Beat)

My style (Style)

My style is so fresh and so fresh and so fresh and so unique