Arsonists - We Be About lyrics

[Verse One: Jise One] You can't handle what I'm about I'm smoked out in Amsterdam With two fans, I'm all about my fam Who's the boss? I used to love Sam My slang is mostly homemade Shoelace to hold my sweat pants They sag to have my balls right Rock chants carry ya weak stand Eat cans of ravioli Ghetto tours flyin on pan am I'm too busy being a man to s**ing on any soundscan (Ayo, I bought a land!) Not me, I'm walking these rough lands that you reciting in your jams I observed with sharper image scans Slamdance give it a chance type talk Hailstorm across the face Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands! I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot sand Covered in coal with no hands Swallow your soul and sh**ted burnt spam (damn!) It's pretty easy to understand But you don't know this man Lt. doing his thang! (thang!) Manhandle the track to bang! (bang!) n***a we got swang! Swa*k mag' beneath my sink I hold rank doing this thang! (thang!) [Hook: Arsonists] What you be about? - sunshine I try to prosper What you be about? - females and lookin proper What you be about? - spit rhymes that gotta rock yo We be about - math We be about - s** We be about - love We be about - life What you be about? - my fam we tryin to live well What you be about? - I'm just Swel, just tryin to be Swel What you be about? - pourin out for those who fell We be about - math We be about - s** We be about - love We be about - life [Verse Two: Swel Boogie] I'm about lights, cameras, action Status, mackin, Paris, relaxin Waxin oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn what Yeah that's me keep movin, never stay boaring I rather ride a bike with a walkman instead of walking and roll up to some freak chicks and start playing and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without paying A hook up is a hook up Dressin dip, that's my lookup And going to the clubs to do the blookup blookup from dusk to dawn then sleep till 4:30 in the afternoon And get ready for more The best time's the summer time, that's cruisin part by the end I done Went to every amusement park and I'm about tellin you to just let Swel be I have my fun and still get to hand in my next LP I be about... (Hook) [Verse Three: Q-Unique] I'm about grabin mics, wearin Nikes I was built to go through the rough sh** head on like mountain bikes I'm about bookin world tours and showin up I'm about givin my seed the things I ain't have when I was growin up I'm about 5'9" with a rhyme that'll stand the test of any timeline out the fan base in to shine mine I'm about Puertorican women who make progress with a mind of a college professor and body of a goddess I'm about Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim, Albizu Campos, mayor Guilli.. nah not him! I'm about doing away with trash I'm about two seconds away from puttin my foot dead in a record execs a** I'm about platinum plaques for underground acts sh**, I'll spit on anything from Rocafella to Battle Axe I'm about tellin you what it's about before it's about to happen So be about ya biz 'fore this title 'bout starts to slappin (Hook)