Plutonic Lab - Cosby Sweater (Beat The Drum cover) lyrics

[Intro: Pressure & Suffa] Watch me do my thing, get Lost into my scene, yeah Hot like New Orleans in Cosby crew and jeans, yeah [Verse 1: Pressure] They're not awakened, stare a lot and vacant Living in conditions of the modern matrix Only bare arms when I'm proper naked Only point I made with a bullet was on paper Ain't here to fight some dude or f** around with his spouse Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house Till your hype from the groove on account of the bounce And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch Status never mattered ever, act however Like Christine Aguilera, just let yourself go Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left Pristine track and record to let you all know That we would be Kings even homeless Building these kingdoms our own just Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles Till they're gathering they no longer matter like a black hole [Pre-Hook: Pressure & Suffa] And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good [Hook: Pressure & Suffa] (1, 2, 3, come on!) I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Verse 2: Suffa] I'ma step up every chance when I rumble They all call me champ of the jungle, it's fitting I'ma get drunk and dance like your uncle Till I'm all hands like your uncle, I'm kidding The venomous inventor, when I enter then it's over When I'm spitting venom I'm as generous as Oprah You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car Pat Benatar brah, love's a battlefield Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador When I'm dressed like Theo's dad In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap I won't beat around the bush like a seventies p**n I'll make you wish that you'd never been born and it's all good [Pre-Hook: Pressure & Suffa] And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good [Hook: Pressure & Suffa] (1, 2, 3, come on!) I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Verse 3: Pressure & Suffa] Take a ride on the wild side of this alley We can fire up the night like Prince Harry f** the high life, we can vibe like We got white lines hanging from behind like we're just married I'll turn the art form into a blood sport And make pea soup out of a pea-brain They wanna run these streets like parkour? I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train (Like a steam train, like a steam train, like a steam train) [Hook: Pressure & Suffa] (1, 2, 3, come on!) I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Verse 4: Illy] [?] [?] I'm cool on a tightrope (k** it) Mainstream [?] Knock down doors like the [?] How do I put this shortly Goddamn Triple J, looking good for 40 Celebration [?] [?] So, what up boys? Give us a cheer And save the Taylor Swift [?] What better way to ruin a party Dickheads [?] Illuminati [?] sh**, now I said too much Solo, what up? [Verse 5: Solo] And it can't stop won't stop (why not?) Some are faker than botox (my god) Forgive em for they know not what they do But with no nonsense I step to the soapbox and Drive a tow truck through your roadblock Might blow up, but it won't go pop Ain't a Soap opera, still we do it up so proper like big poppa did Can't stop the kid I got a gift just like that day in December The main contender, baby say you'll remember Hey big spender, pair of kicks to match my favourite sweater All dressed up with nowhere to go except maybe a bender Draphto [Verse 6: Drapht] Sydney, what the f** is up? You gots to get down And you wanna know something else? It's Mr. D-rapht in the house I'm feeling large Feel the love, the buzz, the boom, the bap The fact that we up here with the Hoods One for the books My brother from another mother Mr. Suffa what's good? The other day had the cops tryna bust me (Why?) 'Cause I said "f** Bill Cosby" (f** Bill Cosby!) Cost me my freedom Cut off his sausage as soon as you see him Even on Beat of The Drum [?] machine gun We keep on beating the drum Sydney will you sing along with us? [Hook: Chorus] I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Verse 7: Seth Sentry] Ayy [?] bored as hell And I got a dope beat and a quarter ounce [?] tortoise shell gla**es [?] pulling my mother f**ing Walkman out (you ba*tard) I just wanna walk around Find other MCs and sort 'em out Yo, last time I did man, I almost drowned 'Cause I'm so watered down I should've brought a towel I feel like Bobby Fischer Personally I play lots of Twister 'Cause your girl [?] kids up After school but I ain't ever lost against her I didn't get what I want for Christmas All I wanted was a Cosby Sweater 'Cause I still only ever wear hand-me-downs And all I got is an older sister [Verse 8: Tkay Maidza] I don't ask em where to get it cos they calling my name Riding in a SUV, because I roll in the game Times and times it was so empty, now I'm feeling kinda heavy Tell them you can come and get but i ain't talking to them You're riding with a bunch a k**ers I don't rate them Fellas taking up them leaves, but i just rake them Tell me bout your other chick again and that one time I will reach that Christian psycho, I might take hemp in different lanes But they think were the same, invest in my dreams And they watch in that lane beginning to sweat If they jacking my game n***as wanna be me so much it is insane You could get your man pants get in with that man dance n***as wanna get in, but don't have that status I get in with that cosby sweater got no fat chance Cos I just cover that seat like I got a fat a** [Hook: Chorus] I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Verse 9: Jeswon] For the toad, hit the road for a couple of months What you know 'bout the funk flow, givin' it up? For Hilltops, Thundamentalists, chillin' the cup Till it's showtime, blow minds, cities get crushed They get hit with this blunt, I'm refined as a caveman Blazin' on Adrian's vape pen, they say That I'm baked in the brainstems, statements I spray Are deranged as a baby gettin' raised in the basement Full Fritzl, I got a few issues Force-feed a vegetarian two schnitzels Sit back and diss 'em cause I'm comfortable In my skin, we close-nit like the Huxtables And I think like, whatever happened to Rudy? Is she broke on a stripper pole, clappin' her booty? Rappers are bougie, sellin' pop records to kids Got the nerve to act offended when I tell them that they didn't go in? sh**, let the truth be told I represent lost youth, call me Rufio Do the show then we party like some maniacs Bags packed, next day, another plane to catch [Verse 10: Tuka] Should've seen me coming, turned to three-hundred When I bust in and fire away Mind the flames as I ignite the blaze May the bridges I burn light the way I'm just tryna get cool, blame it on the pa**ion In fact blame it on the fashion Picture me listenin' to Biggie in a skivvy and some skinny jeans Trendy motherf**a but the ladies say I'm dashin' As it happens, I'ma smash in the door Made a short straw and trade it for a napkin Wipe the slate clean, never would have, I imagine Openin' the stage for the A-Team Get a kraken, proper madness G-E runnin' that sh**, we be On the Thunda Cat flips, so I'ma chase that feelin' While the Hilltop Hoods drop a cla**ic [Pre-Hook: Chorus] Sydney Sydney Sydney Sydney [Hook: Chorus] (1, 2, 3, come on!) I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater (1, 2, 3, 4) Wearing that Cosby Sweater (1, 2, 3, 4) Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Outro: Suffa] Ladies and gentlemen, please make some noise for Illy, Horrorshow, Drapht, Seth Sentry, Tkay Maidza, and Thundamentals!