"People's Party" lyrics
(feat. Boots Riley)
Look at what we done started
Look at what we done started
This the people party
When opportunity knocking, that young nigga move that dope, whoa
Get your foot stuck in it, call me "Young Go-Get-It"
They can't fuck wit' it, my trail roll wit' it
What's the world, what time is it?
Fix your watch, tell me, watch that fix
Pay attention to the 'politrick'
We build and destroy, it's marvelous
Your individual accomplishments ain't stopping shit when the cops run shit
'Bout to hack this shit like Anonymous
I got Boots on my crew, my accomplice
This beat's an annihilator
We gon' spark the fire later
Now we rush the violators
Scribble down the wire data
Ironman, empire hater
We do not require beta
We have been a sign of rape but
That's how you got piles of paper
It's my job to instigate
One, two, clear, defibrillate
Pulmonary pugilist
Witless statement, Skill-a-Phone this
But pistol weight, line up here for the fist debate
Sam, you get so sophisticated
Scram, let's clear, they nix a gate
And knock the engine, pistons shake
Listen to the champion sound
Listen to the champ, listen to the champion, yeah, yeah
Listen to the champion sound
Listen to the champ, listen to the champion sound
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Soon as I step up in the pantheon
The whores blowing, it's the song of the champions
We analyze and you lame niggas can't be on
Run and hide, you yellow like candy corn
Tooth Fairy ass fake revolutionaries
Boo Berry ass niggas, man, the truth is scary
You ain't ready for the weight the solution carry
My old squad lining up like luminaries
I ain't here for the props or the accolades
Come complimentary like a powder egg
It's that flavor artificial like a Powerade
Slow it up or blow it up like a powder keg
And he fire, get lighter, whole crew is tight
And for you, if you like, your news in bites
We on a beat like a cop walking through the night
Violating your human rights (Uh)
This ain't for the elevators
This is finna gas or scrape a
Back stairs' pits for Russia's sweets
Go 'head, find your papers
We are people dilaters
Star-spangled choir traitors
Push it down your abberators
Put the bankers on hiatus
Thank the ways we need and the streets fight raw, it's
Pump this on a 'Ab, in a shot, in the office
We gon' make them motherfuckers empty out their coffers
It's a worldwide slaughter orchestrated by the bosses
Listen to the champion sound
Listen to the champ, listen to the champion
Listen to the champion sound
Listen to the champ, listen to the champion
Champion, champion
Look at what we done started
This the people party
When opportunity knocking, that young nigga move that dope, whoa
Get your foot stuck in it, call me "Young Go-Get-It"
They can't fuck wit' it, my trail roll wit' it
What's the world, what time is it?
Fix your watch, tell me, watch that fix
Pay attention to the 'politrick'
We build and destroy, it's marvelous
Your individual accomplishments ain't stopping shit when the cops run shit
'Bout to hack this shit like Anonymous
I got Boots on my crew, my accomplice
This beat's an annihilator
We gon' spark the fire later
Now we rush the violators
Scribble down the wire data
Ironman, empire hater
We do not require beta
We have been a sign of rape but
That's how you got piles of paper
It's my job to instigate
One, two, clear, defibrillate
Pulmonary pugilist
Witless statement, Skill-a-Phone this
But pistol weight, line up here for the fist debate
Sam, you get so sophisticated
Scram, let's clear, they nix a gate
And knock the engine, pistons shake
Listen to the champion sound
Listen to the champ, listen to the champion, yeah, yeah
Listen to the champion sound
Listen to the champ, listen to the champion sound
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Soon as I step up in the pantheon
The whores blowing, it's the song of the champions
We analyze and you lame niggas can't be on
Run and hide, you yellow like candy corn
Tooth Fairy ass fake revolutionaries
Boo Berry ass niggas, man, the truth is scary
You ain't ready for the weight the solution carry
My old squad lining up like luminaries
I ain't here for the props or the accolades
Come complimentary like a powder egg
It's that flavor artificial like a Powerade
Slow it up or blow it up like a powder keg
And he fire, get lighter, whole crew is tight
And for you, if you like, your news in bites
We on a beat like a cop walking through the night
Violating your human rights (Uh)
This ain't for the elevators
This is finna gas or scrape a
Back stairs' pits for Russia's sweets
Go 'head, find your papers
We are people dilaters
Star-spangled choir traitors
Push it down your abberators
Put the bankers on hiatus
Thank the ways we need and the streets fight raw, it's
Pump this on a 'Ab, in a shot, in the office
We gon' make them motherfuckers empty out their coffers
It's a worldwide slaughter orchestrated by the bosses
Listen to the champion sound
Listen to the champ, listen to the champion
Listen to the champion sound
Listen to the champ, listen to the champion
Champion, champion
