Fast Ones Songtext
von Codefendants

When the boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising
Don′t be surprised when them rats start cannibalizing
Sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped teeth
From mistaking the reef for being shallow, hollow and weak
I watch 'em wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumptions
This place ain′t for the faint of heart
It's cold and it loves nothing
Snare, kick, hi-hat
Boom bap, doom raps.
Fast cash, class war,
Click clack
Who that?
See me with a sword, better head for the door
Double time, chop chop Deep throat neck gash
Am i really gonna have to slow it down
For all you dummies in the back?
Pulled a fast one
Our sleight of hand it got it past them
They always absent 'til the cash come
Come fuck around and catch a bad one
A bad one
Pulled a fast one
Our sleight of hand it got it past them
They always absent ′til the cash come
Come fuck around and catch a bad one
A bad one


Sometimes we just gotta pull a fast one
I have seen many intelligent beings act dumb
Quick lick, up on the streets fools make a lot of excuses
Endless stories, call em slick rick
Bitch boys love to act tough ′til the moment erupts
You can drunkenly punch at me
But i'll probably be dropping a nazi
Click click, pop pop
Twelve gonna put me in cuffs
It′s ok, if i get locked up
I'ma be swimming in honey buns
Commissary paid, i don′t need break a leg
No i never had much luck
Only got a lot of love
Thanks to my day ones
Hip hop and punk rock
Y'all so short sighted
Trend hoppers biting
Ain′t nobody gonna get up in the way of my energy
And they better be ready
For what the universe brings
Bitter pill, fentanyl
I don't got enough fingers
To count the friends it killed
Yes, i've kissed the floor before
Linoleum
Girls have called me fat wreck
But now i win
We don′t do this for the motherfuckin fame
That′s so fuckin lame
Punk rap poseurs get the fuck out of our way
We were born into this game
Fuck your instagram
That brand new mohawk must have scrambled up your brain
Ay, we used to say fuck the coppers on ayahuasca
All i want is knockers and poppers to keep it poppin'
I′ve been living so off balance
That even drowning's a fucking challenge
Violence every day
This aint fantasy island
Niggaz wildin′
I was when it used to be attitudes
Now it's just a minstrel black fists
It′s black fools
Clowns in black face
Night of the fuckin' baseheads you fuckin' laced
Your homie is part of the fuckin′ feds (ahhh)
But i saw light on that fuckin′ mic
That fuckin' fat mike played some shit that i fuckin′ liked
Sketchy motherfuckers from the night painted fucking right
We gon' stick our fuckin′ fingers into the world's dykes
Trying to get these words out
Pushin′ these fuckin' kites
'Cuz you gone serve a third of your fuckin′ life
Tryin′ to keep it hot boy
Got you another strike
Fuckin' with that pop boy
Easy as eric right
All i want is guns, food and fun
Land, moon, and sun
Sovereign, watching my problems burn a trillion ones
On a bunch of bad bitches
Who gag his ass snitchin′
But fuck 'em ′cuz this shit ain't the same
That′s how they livin' g
Pulled a fast one
Our sleight of hand it got it past them
They always absent 'til the cash come
Come fuck around and catch a bad one
A bad one
Pulled a fast one
Our sleight of hand it got it past them
They always absent ′til the cash come
Come fuck around and catch a bad one
A bad one