The Reavers (ft. Priviledge and billy woods) - “Arcade”
[Produced by DR. MONOKROME]
[Intro: Priviledge]
No doubt, son (Yes, yes). I’ll be telling niggas every day, you nah’mean? Backwoodz. Cryptic words. Cuz at the end of the forest. (And where you heading from?). Mars. Right, you don’t understand
[Verse 1: Priviledge]
Midday dreams. Turnpikes speak
Learn like termites, hurt these trees
That’s wild. Uncertainly scene
That deserted GWB at the podium
Holding up thumbs like there’s something to see
Come on, cuz, it’s just me
And I’m just talking. I’m just an emcee
You should probably be focused on the State of the Union
Diffusion of my words into statements
I’m using hyperbole to verbally qualify
Knowledge that can’t quite be quantified
Step with your shoes. Check, one, two
"Bust a Move" like this was ‘92
Baby, “you got it” like she had to have it
Two wheels through this “Crosstown Traffic”
Adding ass like "Spanish Castle Magic"
Drew me like a magnet. More bad habits
Split infinitives in sentence fragments
Friday sunset, up to drag nets
Don’t holler back ‘til we catch my Sun
With all his gadgets and his glorious madness
Head underneath since the campus habit
Dirty dog, what’s worse than the bloody cloth
That fell off while she’s whispering, “Touch me soft”?
That’s a trifling thought
From a sick mind. It’s time we taught ‘em
How to cross the moat without using the drawbridge
Come on, son. What’s all this commotion?
[Produced by DR. MONOKROME]
[Intro: Priviledge]
No doubt, son (Yes, yes). I’ll be telling niggas every day, you nah’mean? Backwoodz. Cryptic words. Cuz at the end of the forest. (And where you heading from?). Mars. Right, you don’t understand
[Verse 1: Priviledge]
Midday dreams. Turnpikes speak
Learn like termites, hurt these trees
That’s wild. Uncertainly scene
That deserted GWB at the podium
Holding up thumbs like there’s something to see
Come on, cuz, it’s just me
And I’m just talking. I’m just an emcee
You should probably be focused on the State of the Union
Diffusion of my words into statements
I’m using hyperbole to verbally qualify
Knowledge that can’t quite be quantified
Step with your shoes. Check, one, two
"Bust a Move" like this was ‘92
Baby, “you got it” like she had to have it
Two wheels through this “Crosstown Traffic”
Adding ass like "Spanish Castle Magic"
Drew me like a magnet. More bad habits
Split infinitives in sentence fragments
Friday sunset, up to drag nets
Don’t holler back ‘til we catch my Sun
With all his gadgets and his glorious madness
Head underneath since the campus habit
Dirty dog, what’s worse than the bloody cloth
That fell off while she’s whispering, “Touch me soft”?
That’s a trifling thought
From a sick mind. It’s time we taught ‘em
How to cross the moat without using the drawbridge
Come on, son. What’s all this commotion?
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