Jumpstreet by Super Chron Flight Brothers Lyrics
[Verse 1: Priviledge]
Success is the only option, be the best, gotta vet
Burn every bridge here and back to eternity
One over the river cries like my spinal vertebrate
Higher sense of mind in sets, minor steps
Down a major third to the dominant
Confidence statement has been retracted
My name cumulates bandaids, seed to plow
Passions in the pit of my stomach
I can’t touch it rare rabbit ducking musket fire
Hell’ll have no fury like fate, but that especially
If your lazy ass grinning light down like the Cheshire
C-A-T for trying to write a different story
That knows what came before me, and say what mayhem be
My brain be paining me, train harder than railways
Of a European landscape, my old head
He ain’t even playing the fits
He said you hyperbolic syllabic [?] missed it
My nigga, I know, I said this how I figure
Good rapping now when I get down on time I do deliver
It’s cliver or clever, your head neck they get severed
With the cleaver, before they see you they gon’ have believe you
[Chorus: Priviledge]
What’s with the commotion, we all out in the open
Plus you know we holding, we superchronictrapilistic
Actually always toasted, last thing we need is for them
To come and try and see your ass cause
What the fuck we doing ‘round here
Do I make myself very clear, very clear
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
A summer’s worth the suicide of tour dates
Still got cut, that’s when he learned a truer phrase
And flip it like change into a bum’s cup
Button up in the winter of our discontent
I was anchoring a two-three zone defense
They told him play big, go blast
He responded to late, the bow’s cashed
And guess who soured the math
Lightning on turf, the boy fast on grass
Balling out, but his decision making was rash
Gaining him on some sixteen-bit Sega Genesis penmanship
The label rep said sorry but this rap shit’s a money pit
I bet, but here’s a tip, they got plenty old hype
It’s just not that nice, no dice, close but no cigar
Personal Christ or would-be any rap stars
Before mics it was perfected in backyards
Where I’m from we paid the price for our
Leaders to ride motor cage of black cards
So when his people copped the eight-ball
Best believe it’s coming out hard, for them
Hunching over a stove never got old like MJG
Business never personal b, edge your knee
DBA SCFB, I’m out for presidents to represent me
Kids in the hall, well I’m on SC TV
Cut in the rug, cutting up drugs
Youngins cut class to pledge blood
So at my show you don’t gotta show love
Shit I’m surprised you even showed up, sho’ nuff
[Chorus: Priviledge]
What’s with the commotion, we all out in the open
Plus you know we holding, we superchronictrapilistic
Actually always toasted, last thing we need is for them
To come and try and see your ass cause
What the fuck we doing ‘round here
Do I make myself very clear, very clear
Success is the only option, be the best, gotta vet
Burn every bridge here and back to eternity
One over the river cries like my spinal vertebrate
Higher sense of mind in sets, minor steps
Down a major third to the dominant
Confidence statement has been retracted
My name cumulates bandaids, seed to plow
Passions in the pit of my stomach
I can’t touch it rare rabbit ducking musket fire
Hell’ll have no fury like fate, but that especially
If your lazy ass grinning light down like the Cheshire
C-A-T for trying to write a different story
That knows what came before me, and say what mayhem be
My brain be paining me, train harder than railways
Of a European landscape, my old head
He ain’t even playing the fits
He said you hyperbolic syllabic [?] missed it
My nigga, I know, I said this how I figure
Good rapping now when I get down on time I do deliver
It’s cliver or clever, your head neck they get severed
With the cleaver, before they see you they gon’ have believe you
[Chorus: Priviledge]
What’s with the commotion, we all out in the open
Plus you know we holding, we superchronictrapilistic
Actually always toasted, last thing we need is for them
To come and try and see your ass cause
What the fuck we doing ‘round here
Do I make myself very clear, very clear
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
A summer’s worth the suicide of tour dates
Still got cut, that’s when he learned a truer phrase
And flip it like change into a bum’s cup
Button up in the winter of our discontent
I was anchoring a two-three zone defense
They told him play big, go blast
He responded to late, the bow’s cashed
And guess who soured the math
Lightning on turf, the boy fast on grass
Balling out, but his decision making was rash
Gaining him on some sixteen-bit Sega Genesis penmanship
The label rep said sorry but this rap shit’s a money pit
I bet, but here’s a tip, they got plenty old hype
It’s just not that nice, no dice, close but no cigar
Personal Christ or would-be any rap stars
Before mics it was perfected in backyards
Where I’m from we paid the price for our
Leaders to ride motor cage of black cards
So when his people copped the eight-ball
Best believe it’s coming out hard, for them
Hunching over a stove never got old like MJG
Business never personal b, edge your knee
DBA SCFB, I’m out for presidents to represent me
Kids in the hall, well I’m on SC TV
Cut in the rug, cutting up drugs
Youngins cut class to pledge blood
So at my show you don’t gotta show love
Shit I’m surprised you even showed up, sho’ nuff
[Chorus: Priviledge]
What’s with the commotion, we all out in the open
Plus you know we holding, we superchronictrapilistic
Actually always toasted, last thing we need is for them
To come and try and see your ass cause
What the fuck we doing ‘round here
Do I make myself very clear, very clear