Mayday! - Sinister Kids (Freestyle) Lyrics

This for the people out there, yeah, yeah
All right, Okay!
Pass me the torch, so I can squash this bridge to the ground
Till the ashes get back up in bowls and smoked then passed around
Motherf*cker tryin to tell me that the sound is so profound but I ain't buying it
Carbon copy pirates spreading the v-virus
I got the cure, I'm cut and pure, coming off a national tour
Coming home to a waste land with a best man on the mic is a sham, shit's a scam
Ain't nothing more, you know you wait about that life
Me by my people steady living under brighter spot lights

Well, the crooks are out
And the streets are gray
You know I wouldn't have it any other way
Yeah
Your mother's words
They're, they're ringing still
But your mother don't pay our bills
Yeah

Hell nah!
I walk with dying lungs and metal boots watch the floor rust
I'm catching withdraws of not having ya'll to drink with us up on the tour bus
It's madness, Mary Jane and a dirty pair of sneakers
Savage every day, she got a pretty pair of tweeters
I'm a menace to high class, my vocals are high pass
My manners are white trash, so you all could kiss my fly ass
I've seen this all before, the writings on the door
I will not be... power is getting the crowd to roar

Hey, that's right, that's right, that's right I see 'em yellin Mayday
You think I'm playin? I'm a get what I can, then I'll crash on an island fast
You think shit with phantoms score some ass
But the gods have plan, for my friends and my fam
What the morse code tatted on their arm band
Get it while you can cause this shit won't last
Smash ain't grabbin like up his ass
And I have to ask, how far is too far?
When you dream with the stars, and you live in the clouds
You always always drunk at bars, I frequent Mars
Come home just for the battle scars and the food
Never did I ever think that I'd have to attack your whole platoons

I got a tortured mind
And my blade is sharp
A bad combination
In the dark
If I kill a man
In the first degree
Baby would you, would you flee with me?

Would you?

Yeah

Since back when ¡Mayday! was a duo, punto
I wasn't in the corner like you like hugo
Giving em pointers and who knows
What else I did to be uno
I challenged these rappers and won
Twenty five g's in a battle for fun
MTV put me on salary once and the rest is a...
I'm drinking KCT, in a cup marked solo
On a cold like Marco Polo, and better get a deal for the Lolo
So, so, so deaf and I don't mean brants and jagged dildos
But the tracks you got for promos
Them raps are screaming "No no! "