DUMPTRUCKS & HUMMERS


Sold like hot cakes on a cold birthday
Bleeding in the church, may need a bit of first aid
Peter paid Paul the politician for a nice piece
see the way all the cauldron kittens spit in my sheets
wry deeds and a batch of dirty ones
done dirt cheap, smile when the birdy comes
a couple gravediggers with a brand new banjo
built up with a cup of creatine and Andro
breakfast of champs, rise and shine time
milkshake and zoom zip, hide the quinine
tonight's the right time we can get it done right
wrecking dumb mics, decadent, we check in with the unsigned

Run up and get your dumptruck tipped over
Many mess, plenty, plenty mess, yes

I met a young tyke, he said his name was Mike
his rime game was tight but he needed some beats
so I told him about FANG-it was cipher complete
whether light saber feats or the life of the streets
Self-Taught, the kind of Music that we make here
a legacy of Indiana dope with the case feared
some people want to keep the scene divisive
but I'm looking for a dope track I can vibe with
hang it on the coat rack, smooth and relaxed
mass appeal type of track, luminous rap A tie fighter rime writer in the grip of typhoons
fly cipher type rimer limited to my tunes
living in the night, my mission is devised here
visuals of white beards, rimed here 5 years
apply weird to the overall mixture
mister hoping to be scoping all scripture

Run up and get your dumptruck tipped over
Many mess, plenty, plenty mess, yes

A word shark, staying on the DL like Hughley's birthmark
play the song and be well with truly worked heart
a verse started as a spark bartered for some more tinder
morphing into a pen shaped weapon sort of forefinger
the lore bringer, warlord with the armored wings of a Mustang
who busts slang to reconfigure molitov molecules
here to polish off solemn fools, all them bruise
scald the booth when my flows vaporize sound foam
shouting out Fort Wayne until it is my town's known
no vanilla riffs, spilled in the wilderness for young bucks
I'm old, money, it's high time to come up
Run up and get your dumptruck tipped over
Many mess, plenty, plenty mess, yes

FANGFACE monitors tell me how the bass sounds
slang makes conquerors put the crown and cape down



S. Bryden for Slingvoltage (ASCAP)