Текст песни Outta Luck - Brother Nature

In the clutch like Michael J
Spark a dutch burn slow all day
If I may, hold up real fast
Lay it down and make it last
Fuck the past, that shit was ass
Mod the Honda go real fast
Cast a spell I'm using voodoo
Slidin' thru, movin' like guru
Few knew that I could do this
Run the score up, NFL Blitz
Catchers mitt behind the plate
Back to third, cause you're not safe
In your state you seem unfit
Wear your mask cause I launch spit
Throw a fit, damn you just lost
Promotion bitch now I'm the boss
Randy Moss I'm catching touchdowns
On a plane and we just touched down
Sundown come we'll rock your socks
Bro Nature KimonoFox
Building blocks that we can climb up
Challenge us, too late your time up
Throwin' signs up during lunch
Fuck with me, your pride go crunch
Just a hunch we pack a punch
Rhymes like plantains got a bunch
You need a crutch it's unique vices
Dice you up, little slices
Sprinkle spices as a garnish
God within locate and harness
Up the light dim down the darkness
Do my best, not to spark stress

Hands up
We runnin' outta luck
The ticket to a buck hard work chuck it up
Move your hips and do a flip
Feel the air from the wing tip
Don't you slip cause it's a trip
Hold onto life by the roach clip
Saying
Hands up
We running outta luck
The ticket to a buck hard work chuck it up
Move your hips and do a flip
Feel the air from the wing tip
Don't you slip cause it's a trip
Hold onto life by the roach clip

Yeaaah

Goin rampant never stagnant
Turn MC's straight into fragments
Just like granite, surface hard
Light up sage, read tarot cards
Fire bars on top of sick beats
Got more game than most athletes
Stakes is High, De La Soul
Swallow you like a black hole
Control fate by using free will
Movin' upward never downhill
Chillin' out, stay in my lane
Thankful to be on the food chain
Different plane some call it 5D
You ain't slick ain't nothin by me
Try me son, offer your best shot
Think real hard give me your best thought
Fought my rivals to the death
Backward step or you'll be next
Complex projects on the rise
Steady eyes stay on the prize

Hands up
We running outta luck
The ticket to a buck hard work chuck it up
Move your hips and do a flip
Feel the air from the wing tip
Don't you slip cause it's a trip
Hold onto life by the roach clip
Saying
Hands up
We runnin outta luck
The ticket to a buck hard work chuck it up
Move your hips and do a flip
Feel the air from the wing tip
Don't you slip cause it's a trip
Hold onto life by the roach clip