Operaz Songtext
von Chinese Man

Break necks suckers, this is tape decks
Well ′cause you can taste that roughness
In your A-tracks, pump it
Latex, rub a couple basics
Come up when the fake shit's
Busted like LJ, that summer
Lame spit come up like, himalayan summit
Well trained for a major, A-grade commit
Dump it, come and get the nutsack thumpin
At the rucksack function luncheon
Get the funk in


Little munchkin
We shatter your assumptions
One part city slicker, other country pumpkin
Tailor made furline coat for when he′s hunting
Commence the pleasantries
Or else they catch what they can't take
Check it out
The undisputed, undiluted, pure
Premium product "wait" deviant "mon" states
Obedient, the bleeding of primates
Darwinian, labyrinthian
Expansion of dominion
See we liberate your souls
Through the rupture of speech
One shot, one kill from the top of the keep of dreams
Then we stimulate the dome tomes just out of reach
(One, one) One shot, one kill
(Instrumental)

Ra
Yeah, yeah, blaow

Hit you when that motherfucker that attract
Whose that? attack
Mind that man who hit you with that track push
Hiss when I'm taking the piss
I′ve got an inch on a mic are you ready for this
Caught in a cold, and a tongue revolving
And an off bash shot in a minute of slaughter
Banging a girl and then I slash your daughter
I′m never gonna tell a man about law and order
You ready for the comeback, working the snap back
I'm put it on the hashtag, first they throwback
I fuck a baby girl, and I put em on her jack
Does anyone want to come and show for the payback
Laid back with your arms crossed status
You wanna short of the A-list
The pride is down with the flick of the wrist
And when I′ve been told it I've hit it you′ve been given the fist


I'm never going to stop you motherfuckers again
And what a career to bring me ahead of my game son
Salute with your fingers like blank guns
To Chinese Man with the (ah never shoot one)
Tick tock with the boss man
Men can I get her, when the jaws get her can-can
You went and shit in the bedtime
Better fuck or you get spank under my stamp
Yeah, he′s used to my talk-talk
Sorry, if I leave you that task force
For what
Me and my crew aim to the top
When I push you, all I get more than a lot
More for the love of it, more for the drop
And right about now when I think it's time to stop