Babel Curly Castro (Ft. Collasoul Structure, Defcee & E L U C I D)

[Chorus]
It’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
It’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend
It’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
It’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend

[Verse 1: Defcee]
Snow Beach sand on my ‘Lo goose. My militia so droneproof
The power of Ra in this talisman gon make your abdomen look like an open roof
Ask round bout what Def think. Your chain reaction get dead links
I’m Ini Kamoze-meets-Moses: hotsteppin on faces in red sinks

Beat em down with the collection plate. Hope Jesus can be on they copay list
Still donate both of their lungs to myself and use em to practice a Coltrane riff
House of representatives got felons, weapons unregistered
Tell your favorite senators my knuckles Affluenza cures

Break the bones of these Rick Snyders, from their pinky toes to their incisors
While these blog rappers is bragging bout their ambitions as dickriders
Quiet as a slaughterhouse. Subtle as a phone tap. King of your city? Why the fuzz didn’t know that?
Huddle full of Borats fuckin with them coke packs, cuttin up a dope sack cuddlin with Kojacks

[Chorus]
It’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
It’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend
It’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
It’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend