Tray8Studios - Bacchanal lyrics

Verse 1: Got my flag got my bad attitude Take a drag pa** it to my fam We finna fill the whole avenue What's the plan shut the city down Not just a block or two And everybody knows exactly what it is we about to do Hook: Finna start up riot Finna start up riot Finna start up riot Finna start up riot Sun sea sand banners cuffin these hands n***a Earth wind fire highs from umpteen grams We... (Bacchan*l Bacchan*l) Because we can Out number cops they not trying to make we mad Don't be an a** Get jacked to act wee man Don't make me crack expand And make steel pan... Got my wits got a dynasty chip thats on my shoulder Got a black president We get shot just sippin Arizona's I'ma play this whole ma** In a Guy Fawkes mask Behave like everyday's The 31st of October The f** we gonna do? The f** we supposed to do? Every shorty whining cause they got they man behind them All we need is royal oak as reason to up the volume Hook: Finna start up riot Finna start up riot Finna start up a riot Finna start up a riot Verse 2: Take a dab torch and inhale it then hit the pavement Nicholas mis-rep-re-sents on a regular basis I spit in the spirit of Kitchener where his grave is Yup a n***a nice but too sick to say that he gracious (Bacchan*l!) Ready for war, this is chess not checkers a king who unleashed his horde Got my steps thought', the thinker like Rodin's in cloth Gates of hell await me im just trying to close the doors... Microphone is mine my n***a just release the cord... Ya should be on the horn just give cash for gold a call... That's that right hook body Right uppercut kiss canvas The Kid dynamite on the Mic & my fuse anxious I'll Half mast your half a**ed career That's what my plan is f** Luxe, Call me "Todd Coup D'état" It's too "Brand-ish".. Hook: Finna start up riot Finna start up riot Finna start up riot Finna start up riot (long pause) Verse 3: Alright lets go Let's bruk up the road You talk out your a** I speak from the soul Jump up and wave Remove half your clothes Chip down with floats For bands that we chose Roll up de ta**a Down with LaRaza Climb every mountain I choose Maracas Drums hit your ears, it Unhook door knockers Get on the floor like We come to rob ya.. Don't hurt your head The roof.. Go blacka! Grew out a dread Mah said You too saga Don't be so doltish Just like ya fatha Gimme the finger I'll bet you a dolla Here to do what Super Blue told me to do since fourteen Bun up the waves Pa** it on to my offspring You don't get no love from the indies well aww poor thing I can't live without em on this project they my core team Take it to the streets from Notting hill between to fort Greene Chip until it reach the ceiling Spend it all on one thing I can turn your sour face and Buss a lime with one swing Give it to Goliath David Rudder rock and one sling Preaching to the choir tugging at your bloody heart string I'll be in the building reinforce the door and floor beams Play me in a dream you best wake up to yawn and cop plea-ing Looking for a plot and your career's where I'mma a start digging