RA SCION:

(Thunder.. Thunder in the valley.. Get ‘em)

Uh, summon them bastard sons and tell em
Somethin’ wicked this track runs – tell em
Not to fear nothin’ just lay down, stay out the line of fire
And after we run up outta here don’t look back once
I’m but a bullet up in the drum of a Gatlin gun
About a shot away from blastin’ one
About a nasty habit away from aggravated robbery or homicide
Chemical dependence endemic on my father’s side
Diplomatic status filed first at thirty
Thirst for Wild Turkey make the gut act up
A lack of sun stunt ripening, we deficient in vitamins
I’m on a supplemental diet of thunder and lightning
Spit fire, shit flames – the SEA sickened him
He heaved on them linens and he was sentenced to prison
For bein’ in violation of sacred rites of tribesmen
Dangerous the wake of the leviathan I’m dyin’ in
Old Dirty Bastard is alive again and I been on a
Pilgrimage to see him in the temples and amusement parks
The college coliseums and Islamic mausoleums
That ghost told me for the time-being, I’mma have to be him
The deal is I can keep him, long as I can keep ‘em
Aware and engaged, prepare to meet what that Maker’s made
Beware if you playin’ for trade
I aint playin’ fair, motherfucker – ergo the hearsay, oh

CHORUS:
You know my steelo – with or without the airplay
I’mma get it goin’ thru the airwaves
Tune it in, turn it up – burn a couple whatever in effigy
We definitely got reason to celebrate something..
So we gon’ celebrate life..
And we gon’ celebrate the music..
We gon’ celebrate life..
And we gon’ celebrate the music

TODD SYKES:
A high percentage of my lineage: sniffin’ cocaine, eatin’ barbiturates
Soon as the winter hits, that’s the
Shit I’m trynna be finished with, no more getting liquor sick
Pissin’ away my college tuition chips
No way to mend this rift between me and my father
Because his father, molested someone else’s daughter
When times get harder often we turn to the vodka
It’s like a real-life soap opera
Wonderin’ what you got that Glock for, the block’s at
War – death’s the only thing they stoppin’ for
While you’re at the mall coppin’ them Jordans
The cops outside using excessive forces
One degree below torture, then they wanna extort you
Sometimes I feel like I’m prey for the vultures, they circle overhead
Expectin’ us to drop some bread, yo I doubt that shit
Scoop it up and never count it
Collect the price on your head and throw you in the county
Turn your life in for the bounty..

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