Danny Brown - Savage Nomad lyrics

Fuck school
Stole the scales out of chemistry class
(Step)
And made it all come back like memory lapse
(yeah) i'm in that matte black 'Lac
Strap under the floor mat (Uh)
A weather man it be, I predict the forecast
(yeah)
Shower any beat with the dirtiest vocab
This was the seventies, I'd be a savage nomad
(Step) shirtless with a vest
Stayin' warm by burnin' trash
Give a toe tag to a broke-ass
Who sold fast for slow cash (yeah)
Who you think ya dealin' with?
My resume is killa, bitch
(Style) dealt with so much pain that I
Don't even know what feelin' is
Block of boarded houses
In between them lie the killin' fields
(yeah) been through so many raids
We treat that shit like it's a fire drill
Mayday, mayday, sound the alarm (Woo)
No ice on my neck but she
Love me for my charm
Might sniff on the weekend and sip on some XO
(Style) back up in this bitch like
I just fucked my ex-ho
My vocal take a green beret, kill the verse
Leave booth decay (Uh, huh)
Service when I word it
Sweet enough to leave a tooth decay (Uh)
Oreo charades, a game of "O" like in her day
Heard your music
Feel sorry for anybody that plays
Or sprays or even says that
They like your shit (Style)
Nigga, I'm far from a ho, but life's a bitch
(Uh, huh)
And if any other nigga got a problem with me
I'll pull up on your playground
At a quarter to three, motherfucker

(Check) Who you think you're dealin' with?
The flow Chinese arithmetic (Style)
Trippin' if they get real
Nasty like black licorice (Uh, huh)
Always on some different shit
Your whole style is impotent
I ignore a whore like an email from LinkedIn
(Huh) i put you further in that
Hole that you sleepin' in (yeah)
Mixin' Ripple, listening to Minnie Riperton
(yeah) it's quite simple, I'm mental
All over instrumentals
Detrimental to health
Lyrics is quintessential (Style)
Fuck around and ayy
(Ayy) , make the make money ('Ney)
I'll whip your head
They gotta wrap it up like you was hit
(I'll whip your head, boy)
No compete contain you, doc attendin' to you
They come down
They end up the way a fairy tale (Mm)
Every day same shit, different porta-potty
Fuck the game up
You niggas buzzin' like a tyke
Bunch of Danny copies but
They trash and sloppy (Slop)
Mistake that for the real and
You deserve a highway robbery