Mayday! - Believers lyrics

(Believers) (Yeah) [Wrekonize] My brain is still rattled from the shock When they leave it in the box It's enough to call it medically opt Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock Let 'em all just hop the block (Ok) Better save your neighbor (Neighbor?) Let you kiddies all know This Snake and Bat is code for Stranger danger [Bernz] Man, stealing some paper But they never call the cops Ex-presidential with a plot Strange bird never had my own flock Miami where the ba** here's drop And the red lights blink But you just don't stop Gotta get that guap Gotta raise them crops She pop that top And the cat is lazy! [Wrekonize & Bernz] Well this Rat Pack is quite flavored Sammy Davis in a manger Drinking a Guinness, k**ing the faith in her Singing and slinging into her labia Kick drums hum enslaving you (Split crumbs up we're baking you) See, this one's cut your steak in a (Sick mix up of unstabler times, feeling the vibe Gripping this steering wheel of this car that I drive) They wanna see our demise They've got the greenest of eyes (Ignoring warnin' of foes Like car alarms in the night) Well, alright! [Hook: Wrekonize & Bernz] (2X) Even though they listen They don't ever really hear us Their condition is conditioned Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors Watch 'em turning up their radios And act like they don't need us But eventually the fact is that They all end up believers, because [Wrekonize] Can you dig? In a world full of pigs Who's coming to pick up all of the kids Wanna tell 'em don't live like this Get an ax in the back Of the ones with the 'taps Who been stalking where you live They gonna turn on a map Then watch you stack Everything that they want you to give [Bernz] Maaan, they've been tuned in But ain't got enough loot They all scared of the movement Greasy elbows, only way to break through Even though we're the truth America eats its youth But don't fret, me and Wrek won't dip Motherf**er got an ax to pick, how 'bout you? [Wrekonize] About two crews came through to Break through, lose the tunics Veteran of cuckoo when you screw Like two nudie eunuchs Past life in a battle guard Mad mics I done shattered y'all Your dad's wife took her saddle off To catapult my cattle prod! [Bernz] It's true, dude, we bruise through Them broke molds to fragments We Tom Cruise that b**h While they all turn to ashes Ain't f**ing with no samples Cause I can't clear these cla**ics No need we got that heat besides We don't need these ba*tards [Hook] (2X)