Chill Bump - Save the Day lyrics

I ain‘t got no motherfuckin cape or
Tights i ain‘t capable of
Breaking walls or taking flight
Changing form or falling from
Amazing heights
But, I ain‘t afraid to brawl
Of face my frights
Face it y‘all: I‘m unbreakable when
I take the mic it takes some might to get up
On the fucking stage and preach
Expose the fake shit and then make
Sure that the fake impeached
The game‘s our bitch
We came to save her like her name was Peach
And when the show‘s over we‘ll both
Be leaving with two ladies each
I‘ll break your teeth and send
‘em flying through the roof
Your troops are crying, yelling truce
As I spit fire in the booth
If you are Iron Man I‘ll fry you
Through the iron in your suit
Spiderman gets tied up to his web
I‘m tightening the noose
I‘m the lightning killing Zeus
Striking biters in their tooth
My freezing rhymes will leave you
Guys stiff in cryogenic boots
But why use my super powers, brothers
I am living proof
That you can be a true hero
Just by inspiring the youth
It‘s time to introduce, the
Flyest, illest group, the hardest duo:
Chill Bump, the smartest artists you know
Your squad is too slow we ain‘t
Got no time for your BS
Dimes wanna be with us and their
Guys all aspire to be us

So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight
Away we‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
Til every fake ass rapper fades away
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight
Away we‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay

Hold up, chill
Wait up y‘all get your weight up y‘all
What you waiting for? This your wake up call
So inspirational
The game‘s in thrall follow me
And say no more
Let‘s piss these major labels off and take
Our art back out the Gator‘s jaw
Raise the bar
This isn‘t limbo they set real low
These little britle spitters are soft
As silk or feathered pillows
Follow me, follow me, independent heroes
Let‘s piss off mumbo jumbo rappers
Bragging about their swag and pecadillos
Let‘s Knuckle up with these weak
Clowns motherfuckaz get beat down
I‘ll uppercut them and punch up in the
Sky right through the bleak clouds
Comic readers gon read pow
When I knock all of their teeth out
I‘ll have ‘em seeing more stars than if
They were in the VIP lounge
Shouts to homies who hold me down those
That test me get thrown around
One punch and they going down like
Gorgeous George and then Golden Brown
They cough up blood they choke and drown
They dead and burried below the ground
Where we know that they won‘t be
Found we ain‘t joke around
Yo we got one goal yo we got one role
To throw you artists off the
Stage and take control
To make the crowd root for us
Have a fun show
And leave our enemies piled up in a bundle
Yo we got one goal yo we got one role
To throw you artists off the
Stage and take control
To make the crowd root for us
Have a fun show
And have em going fucking coucou
Cause they want more

So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight
Away we‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay
Til every fake ass rapper fades away
So call us up to save the day
And we finna turn up straight
Away we‘ll line ‘em up, make ‘em pay