Daniel Brockwell - White Boy Beats lyrics

Yeah, listen up fools, you're hearing Brockwell on the beat Now this ain't halloween, I'm gonna trick ya, ain't no treat I'm tired of us white kids waxing lyrics ‘bout the street Man you go to westfield after school when dudes can't even eat Listen, I ain't saying you're a liar But as the words come out ya mouth I swear I see your pants on fire f** 9 to 5, get a point-9-5 No chop and mix, imma do this live I'm speaking in waves, man I think I'm tongue tide Girls shrieking my name, from Bondi to Shanghai Ain't cla**y but I'm cla**ic, do it two in the pink floyd You're a has-been, you're jura**ic, but your box office is void Now Schoolboy Q, imma school you boy Ain't got a studio but I'll still destroy Can you hear my voice? Can you feel the noise? Can you drop the weights and quit taking roids? When you hear my beats, you better take a seat And by that I don't mean steal a chair, you thief I ain't no chicken but I got no beef Ain't gonna be a riot like a Kaiser Chief Yeah i'm sesquipedalian Got a salient cranium I'm a terrestrial alien An Australian mammalian 1 chain, 2 chainz, red chain, blue chain You've got nothing on Doctor Seuss, mate Look, I kid around with my rhyme Ain't gonna keep silent like a mime Made a pun one too many times Count ‘em up: one, two, many times I'll quit clowning around, plane coming to ground Faster than Dow Jones when the brokers want out And as the sound goes down amidst a silent crowd I think you might have found yourself saying "Wow"