"Gas Factory" lyrics
Gangrene (The Alchemist & Oh No) & Rome Streetz Lyrics
[Intro:]
So he thought that maybe he hadn't heard what he heard. Maybe he was too wet, too cold, too tired. And he was beginning to hear things 'cause he knew that that was the one this one is even smaller
[Oh No:]
Let me gas up this old man
Propane to Rogaine, slow flame
Red top and orange and more range cocaine to blow brains
Code name quick fried in lo mein
Duck sauce, no change, no cents All this dirty money need a cold rinse
A cold bitch to keep the coast clear like the soap mix
I only give 'em dope shit, you notice It's like I had to nail it to the front door, and right as they opened it
This is the eviction, we flipping houses like we revisited
Rampage and remixed it As soon as we hit it, demolish everything your OG trippin
Don't be a hero 'til all these villains
Pluck every tooth until your teeth's missing You pillow fisted, beat you with twenty dollars in pennies inside a pillow case until your facial features is different
Have you leaking sitting, thinking blinking trippin Flashy clips you ain't even really seeing existence You will need assistance
We way too far ahead in the distance
This is illegal business
Mike Jack Smooth Criminal
The genius that be living foul
Back to that gutter water we giving out Sit 'em down
[Interlude:]
No! Here comes the pitch
[The Alchemist:]
Shattered the bat when I swing it, turn it to wood slivers
Rearrange the features of your face until you look different
Give you salmonella, serve you a piece of uncooked chicken
Reel the money like salmon up to the boat I caught on a hook fishing
Dunk 'em in holy water give 'em a good christening
Chop is ear like Van Gogh, if he could he would listen
Engine's exposed, the hood's missing
I'm in the parking lot doing donuts in a Durango Blowing mango gold rope and a kangol covered in Panko
My skin's incrusted with peppercorn Perform better when the pressure's on
Broke the switch to slow down, lever's gone
Big bully foot, I got the steppers on
Take ten paces and turn around with a weapon drawn
Took a pot of gold from a leprechaun I'm jugging and juxtaposing
Making a bank stop
Busting through a tank top with the muscles bulging I rock it out in a space jacket
Your favorite rapper's waste basket
Money and women two things I never chase after I draw a line, you try to cross it and gotta race after
[Rome Streetz:]
Ayo Style and rhythm on your algorithm
Uncle Al told you to get 'em Spit the razor out, grab a scalp and rip him
Fuck who the best stalley just another victim I beat 'em like a step child and choked 'em, it's an issue
All over the globe, I been shittin' from Brooklyn to Britain
Left a trail of corpses who thought that it's competition please believe we not the same league, I'm way beyond your vision
Finessed the magic wand right out the palm of the magician Juan
The juju different, got few screws missing
Don't give a fuck who's who, get your head chopped for the chicken
When I rhyme it's demon time but the new shoes Christian
I stomp you like Kirk Franklin, fool, who you kidding?
This grown man shit, the plan for bands was written in Sanskrit
Too much to understand, the fam expand your bandwidth
Stop bullets for bums some Ku Klux Klan shit Get knocked off for blue bucks aim and buck at your dandruff I splash like Basquiat in front of the canvas
Flipping off cameras, in the whip bumpin' broken language
Gang shit
Fuck out of here
[Outro:]
So high you don't know what day it is
Wake your ass up, God damnit
Hey, hey!
Wake up
Man, I said wake your broke ass up
Wake Up
Ain't nobody coming to save you out here
Look at you, look at you
You're so high you can't see what's really going on out here
Wake up!
Money don't love nobody sleeping
So he thought that maybe he hadn't heard what he heard. Maybe he was too wet, too cold, too tired. And he was beginning to hear things 'cause he knew that that was the one this one is even smaller
[Oh No:]
Let me gas up this old man
Propane to Rogaine, slow flame
Red top and orange and more range cocaine to blow brains
Code name quick fried in lo mein
Duck sauce, no change, no cents All this dirty money need a cold rinse
A cold bitch to keep the coast clear like the soap mix
I only give 'em dope shit, you notice It's like I had to nail it to the front door, and right as they opened it
This is the eviction, we flipping houses like we revisited
Rampage and remixed it As soon as we hit it, demolish everything your OG trippin
Don't be a hero 'til all these villains
Pluck every tooth until your teeth's missing You pillow fisted, beat you with twenty dollars in pennies inside a pillow case until your facial features is different
Have you leaking sitting, thinking blinking trippin Flashy clips you ain't even really seeing existence You will need assistance
We way too far ahead in the distance
This is illegal business
Mike Jack Smooth Criminal
The genius that be living foul
Back to that gutter water we giving out Sit 'em down
[Interlude:]
No! Here comes the pitch
[The Alchemist:]
Shattered the bat when I swing it, turn it to wood slivers
Rearrange the features of your face until you look different
Give you salmonella, serve you a piece of uncooked chicken
Reel the money like salmon up to the boat I caught on a hook fishing
Dunk 'em in holy water give 'em a good christening
Chop is ear like Van Gogh, if he could he would listen
Engine's exposed, the hood's missing
I'm in the parking lot doing donuts in a Durango Blowing mango gold rope and a kangol covered in Panko
My skin's incrusted with peppercorn Perform better when the pressure's on
Broke the switch to slow down, lever's gone
Big bully foot, I got the steppers on
Take ten paces and turn around with a weapon drawn
Took a pot of gold from a leprechaun I'm jugging and juxtaposing
Making a bank stop
Busting through a tank top with the muscles bulging I rock it out in a space jacket
Your favorite rapper's waste basket
Money and women two things I never chase after I draw a line, you try to cross it and gotta race after
[Rome Streetz:]
Ayo Style and rhythm on your algorithm
Uncle Al told you to get 'em Spit the razor out, grab a scalp and rip him
Fuck who the best stalley just another victim I beat 'em like a step child and choked 'em, it's an issue
All over the globe, I been shittin' from Brooklyn to Britain
Left a trail of corpses who thought that it's competition please believe we not the same league, I'm way beyond your vision
Finessed the magic wand right out the palm of the magician Juan
The juju different, got few screws missing
Don't give a fuck who's who, get your head chopped for the chicken
When I rhyme it's demon time but the new shoes Christian
I stomp you like Kirk Franklin, fool, who you kidding?
This grown man shit, the plan for bands was written in Sanskrit
Too much to understand, the fam expand your bandwidth
Stop bullets for bums some Ku Klux Klan shit Get knocked off for blue bucks aim and buck at your dandruff I splash like Basquiat in front of the canvas
Flipping off cameras, in the whip bumpin' broken language
Gang shit
Fuck out of here
[Outro:]
So high you don't know what day it is
Wake your ass up, God damnit
Hey, hey!
Wake up
Man, I said wake your broke ass up
Wake Up
Ain't nobody coming to save you out here
Look at you, look at you
You're so high you can't see what's really going on out here
Wake up!
Money don't love nobody sleeping
