SILK by WeAreSkywalkers Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kid Raven]
Just kicking it with Dj so the fans have the day on replay
So they can see how we got here from Monterey
I don't stay cos i'm always in my go mode
To get up, get dressed and make money, no hobo
No need to ride solo when your girl offers to carpool
Saying we're cool even in anarchy we still rule
And that's the simple truth
So when i show up to Pyramind i just rock the booth
Flossing like a dentist so your girl showing off teeth
When she opens up her mouth, leaving her brain to be bequeathed
To a spade amongst the suitors
Just a badass lyrical shooter
So if i die at a firefight just bury me at Hooters
So i can chill with the Cosmic Owl
Eating some chicken strips with some strippers while im on the prowl
Why Wolves hunt for the thrill of it
So when i'm killing it
Just make sure to right R.I.P
Like my lungs filled up when i lift up from the bong
Thats why i have the tolerance to tear up all these songs
And it just goes on and on and on
So ima pass Shokora this burnt out microphone
[Verse 2: Kid Shokora]
I'm flowing from the top of Mount Never Rest
My therapist is Heaven sent but thats irrelevant
Since he sits behind the mirror that i glance at
Whenever we cross paths is when i'm getting my matt wet
Like the 10th Doctor skinny dipping
While he's flipping through the Tardis
Hardest part of this verse
Is realizing i'm the hardest that you've ever heard
Sorry, that's my ego
And Kim Possible is wherever Shego
Cos we go through it
And Comeback Do's it
And we dance around these haters to the fucking sound of music
And we choose to keep it tight, call it abstinence
This is puff, puff, breathe, we ain't passing shit
And tell Kid Blaze to spraypaint the casket bitch
Its W.A.S.T.D.C.B.M. with an X in the middle
You are playing second fiddle
To the kid in the back who eats tracks like skittles
Just kicking it with Dj so the fans have the day on replay
So they can see how we got here from Monterey
I don't stay cos i'm always in my go mode
To get up, get dressed and make money, no hobo
No need to ride solo when your girl offers to carpool
Saying we're cool even in anarchy we still rule
And that's the simple truth
So when i show up to Pyramind i just rock the booth
Flossing like a dentist so your girl showing off teeth
When she opens up her mouth, leaving her brain to be bequeathed
To a spade amongst the suitors
Just a badass lyrical shooter
So if i die at a firefight just bury me at Hooters
So i can chill with the Cosmic Owl
Eating some chicken strips with some strippers while im on the prowl
Why Wolves hunt for the thrill of it
So when i'm killing it
Just make sure to right R.I.P
Like my lungs filled up when i lift up from the bong
Thats why i have the tolerance to tear up all these songs
And it just goes on and on and on
So ima pass Shokora this burnt out microphone
[Verse 2: Kid Shokora]
I'm flowing from the top of Mount Never Rest
My therapist is Heaven sent but thats irrelevant
Since he sits behind the mirror that i glance at
Whenever we cross paths is when i'm getting my matt wet
Like the 10th Doctor skinny dipping
While he's flipping through the Tardis
Hardest part of this verse
Is realizing i'm the hardest that you've ever heard
Sorry, that's my ego
And Kim Possible is wherever Shego
Cos we go through it
And Comeback Do's it
And we dance around these haters to the fucking sound of music
And we choose to keep it tight, call it abstinence
This is puff, puff, breathe, we ain't passing shit
And tell Kid Blaze to spraypaint the casket bitch
Its W.A.S.T.D.C.B.M. with an X in the middle
You are playing second fiddle
To the kid in the back who eats tracks like skittles