Roach Clips

Pour up some liquor on a rainy day

Tore up the stage and let the organisers pay my wage

Somebody better let me out the cage

If all these rats racing then you know i'm coming last place

Fast pace, autographing posters like an accolade

Stacking up the clout yeah i can feel that shits about to change

Lyrically manipulating time and space

Evacuate the rave cause I react to beef with razorblades

Pass me the mic and let me elevate the weaker

I'll blow the fucking woofers and tweeters outta your speakers

Going mad in the lab like i'm smashing up beakers

Won't stop til i'm getting a salary like the teachers