Mugwort + Cinnamon = Shifting Lanes Ft. Kurious

歌詞

Fastlane, shift lanes as we pass lames Spit flames at those playing mad games Too Fast, Too Furious, Kurious Speed Racer, Grimm Reaper start drag race Metal Face, Metal Fingers build engine Eat dust. You chase, take last place Burn clutch, lost speed plus lost mind Crush dreams as we cross finish line The Magician behind the wheel, (Grimm Reaper rides shotgun) (Attack Metal Finger hot tracks) burn house down (Kurious, Biolante, M.I.C.) (Rocking shows with Mighty V.I.C.) Living legends from the NYC (Monsta Island is the MLB. I'm) (George) and Grimm is me (Bottom line: you can't fuck with we) (You're left on two) as we're shifting to three (Fastlane) shift lanes (as we pass lames) (Stock rise) result is mad games (Some tell big lies) just to get small change (We're here to put you on) just ‘cause some don't know yet (The two remain sane) but watch how crazy the dude get (It's no sweat) —we can do anything (Descendants of many kings) New York champs with many rings Sticks and stones break bones, bullet break spirits When body fall, destiny call—only you can hear it Circumstances different when it's your blood smeared Fifty percent be anger, fifty percent be fear of the Unknown. Life retreat, Death come near. No longer Home, delete Earth. I shed tears for the steam, evaporated spiritual And the dreams that die with the physical And it seems you're gonna need a miracle Ween, resurrect back so biblical Stable, no longer critical Redeem, creep through using lyrical I step up, spit shit that's out the stratosphere Put the money in the bag, my brother. We're out of here I spell it in attempts to make things clear Put your act together, shift lanes, and get it in gear I could be a good boy, save the game like Bruce Sutter Get pissy on ‘em tell you, “Go fuck your mother” “You look a little funny, kid”—I ain't stutter Kurious number one, go fuck your mother Rhymes are freaking blades, me and Grimm is butter Rhyme for freaking days, go fuck your mother Shift lanes for big gains like no other Come back for some love, sucker, bless your mother Haha, that shit is bananas, man. I don't know about that one, man, but that shit is crazy. It's hilarious Fastlane, shift lanes as we pass lames Spit flames at those playing mad games Too Fast, Too Furious, Kurious Speed Racer, Grimm Reaper start drag race Metal Face, Metal Fingers build engine Eat dust. You chase, take last place Burn clutch, lost speed plus lost mind Crush dreams as we cross finish line Yeah. Yo, this is Kurious talking. You know I be bugging with all that “go fuck your mother” and everything, but, yo, this rap thing is a blessing, and it's beautiful, and we get down, me, GM Grimm, the whole fam, M.I.C