Crass Brass Songtext
von Andrew Huang
Crass Brass Songtext
I bring this crass brass and just blast masses
Scratch wax, i pack smashed glass
If you need a little needle in the stack ask
Hashtagging it #fastcash
′Til i'm blue label, fat cask
I turn tables, i rap vast
You want plat status, well yak yak
You trash bags are falling ass flat
I make mad dashes, slash gashes
Bat masterfully, cap matches
Hat backwards, head light years ahead
I make tracks like rash classics
Flashbacks of brash splashes with rat packs
Grass stashes turned mashed ash
Last laughs inside of gas masks
But i passed class, i′m a class act
Taskmaster and i snap flack Thrash chaps, i could run the game, halfback
Moving dollars like nasdaq
Underscored it with a laugh track
But i'm past that, trapped cats
They had golden grills and i spat plaque
And those wack acts, the newjack brats
They couldn't hack that, sat tapped
And that′s that, i don′t lack tack
I paint with words, basquiat
Bask in the light of this flash rap
My place, we get bass jacked
Matter of fact, that's a shake shack
Way back, my habitat has been boom bap,
Kick clap, stacks of wax on that slipmat
Lashing sass the adat assassin
No slack, pal, it′s like that
I make tracks wild, it's like that
I make clean schemes
Sweet beats
It′s the bee's knees
I sweep feet
Believe me
Playing nice scenes
To these rice queens
That′s a meat & greet
Lean machine
I breed mean routines
And stream like a speed demon
On a caffeine bean
Heat the screen's sheen
I don't need sleep
Why would i?
I′m living these dreams, chief
Tango to fandango
This slang got sugar like a mango
Bang shows with no bango
I slam those and it′s rammed joe
Twang honed like a banjo
Produced with an ear like van gogh
I lay it all out, commando
But i still stay fly like lando
With this brass
Scratch wax, i pack smashed glass
If you need a little needle in the stack ask
Hashtagging it #fastcash
′Til i'm blue label, fat cask
I turn tables, i rap vast
You want plat status, well yak yak
You trash bags are falling ass flat
I make mad dashes, slash gashes
Bat masterfully, cap matches
Hat backwards, head light years ahead
I make tracks like rash classics
Flashbacks of brash splashes with rat packs
Grass stashes turned mashed ash
Last laughs inside of gas masks
But i passed class, i′m a class act
Taskmaster and i snap flack Thrash chaps, i could run the game, halfback
Moving dollars like nasdaq
Underscored it with a laugh track
But i'm past that, trapped cats
They had golden grills and i spat plaque
And those wack acts, the newjack brats
They couldn't hack that, sat tapped
And that′s that, i don′t lack tack
I paint with words, basquiat
Bask in the light of this flash rap
My place, we get bass jacked
Matter of fact, that's a shake shack
Way back, my habitat has been boom bap,
Kick clap, stacks of wax on that slipmat
Lashing sass the adat assassin
No slack, pal, it′s like that
I make tracks wild, it's like that
I make clean schemes
Sweet beats
It′s the bee's knees
I sweep feet
Believe me
Playing nice scenes
To these rice queens
That′s a meat & greet
Lean machine
I breed mean routines
And stream like a speed demon
On a caffeine bean
Heat the screen's sheen
I don't need sleep
Why would i?
I′m living these dreams, chief
Tango to fandango
This slang got sugar like a mango
Bang shows with no bango
I slam those and it′s rammed joe
Twang honed like a banjo
Produced with an ear like van gogh
I lay it all out, commando
But i still stay fly like lando
With this brass
Writer(s): Andrew Lewis Huang Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com