Walkmen [rap] - Fallout lyrics

[Hook 1x: Dutchma**ive] Don't ever push us up against the wall Beause everybody knows that Atomic gets raw And if you step, we're gonna shatter your jaw Cause if you're f**ing with one kid yo, you f**in with them all [Verse 1: Celph Titled] (Yo, who the f** are you?) Don-Juan-steez, be razor splitting you Rubix Cuban, unsolvable with high-tech arsenals Shiny metal things spit something horrible Vocal arrangements: inaudible Pistol whip you mandatory not optional What You stupid?! My clique consists of dirty dawgs and Cuban mafia children Plastic explosive play dough the money is mine if I say so Ain't no, thing in this universe that ever could be my match Celph Titled without fly raps is like Slick Rick without an eye patch... Now how you like that? Yup, my recipe's dope I'm true to the game like Jeopardy under the oath And lethal like white boys in trench coats Straight up and down I'm serving n***as with sixteen bar sentences My spoken word is contagious and cancerous I cancel kids like answering machine messages left by solicitation receptionists Like my man Dutch Ma**ive we aggressively reppin' sh** (ain't no question kid) Lurking in the everglades While you at home watchin cartoons I'll be sitting on a dock of a baaay, with a harpoon [Hook: 2X] [Verse 2] And pissed off the wrong one Hand break my pencil piece when I write this A head storm shatter skulls Speaking of blood sport, splattered all over all Pearly white, fresh conscience Blazing adrenaline behaving rude an absurd While the outer stage criticize from the outside viewing in Observing and stressing us, the tropics?! f** all you cornball f**ers with no logic Bringing the heat, scorching your bare feet Sprinting bu*t naked, long distance Decking moving objects, direct shots but beaming optics And that's the instincts of a natural atomic You ain't hard rock I split bricks, strictly certified blaze sh** [Verse 3] Light speed, I'm sonically inclined with godly insight n***as get blown to bits like megabytes, can't f** with this, a'ight!? Storm dash trooper, the cybernetic intelligence The fifth element regiment, crush your residence into sediments Encrypted flows with the centrifugal dialect The Puerto Rican cybernetic one Authentic while you synthetic son I hold down the galaxy with unanimous connections Quantum physics expert ripping holes right through your Guess shirt The seven squadron dynasty get down and dirty violently Walkmen officials with the emcee seeking missiles Atomically stay blazing accurately 'bout to black out of this Is Tampa's side of things and that's what eight-one-three's about [Hook: 2X] [Verse 4: Dutchma**ive] Yo I sense anger, how you gonna diss a total stranger? Talk about my records I'mma have to rearrange ya Feel this laser, you're not who you pretend to be Knock off your identity and aim for longevity f** your concepts, I can do without your comments The livest player on a catcher burning comet You make me vomit, sick of all your trends If I break all keyboards before tracks the whackness ends Constantly stay blazing, FLA is dumb hot No Glocks baby boy, I'll smash your jaw with a cinder block Hard knock not, I'm just a little anti-social But we known world wide, while y'all think we still local My name is DutchMa**ive remember that sh** I'm k**in kids, girls that diss me, get the di-dick Only got a few close friends, and that's way too much Cause soon they'll all jock us when we blow the f** up