Das Racist, Danny Brown, Despot - Power lyrics

L ron Hubbard with no bling
Vitamin Water and codeine
You think you know things
But, you know no things I’m just waiting
For the bell to go ‘ding’
Maybe we can sell the whole thing
Keep your hand in your pocket
They can smell the gold ring
If somebody felled an old tree
Jokingly and only three people got the joke
"Is the tree pine, maple, or oak, or other?"
I’m the other brother from another mother
The other light meat
You like me? I might be your father
Sister, Sister Rodger Dodger
Trickster, Big Bird, hipster, blipster
Too many faggots listening for me
To say "Ni "
Ahem, if you don’t get it, it’s fine
Let it rewind or, never play it again
Say it again sam Raimi power, responsibility

It’s too easy even if I told you about it
You probably wouldn’t even believe me

Danny the Hybrid hard like
Jerkin' off with arthritis another episode
You niggas still writing pilots
I’m the big dog, you's a fire hydrant
The big mack, spend a thousand on the islands
I’m toking violent
You’re smoking Miley Cyrus
I tell my hoes what they want
To hear like I’m a psychic
Don’t like young hoes
Those bitches can’t cook
I eat an old ho like the big bad wolf
I cop a pound and everyday blow a zone
That means I got them grams
Like an old folks’ home
Bitches licking on the dick
Like it's Mister Softee
Blowing all on it like it’s hot coffee
And she deepthroat and she lick my nuts
That’s a combination nut lick and dick suck
Das Racist, like the black quarterback
Let me get a load of that for my cataracts

It’s too easy even if I told you about it
You probably wouldn’t even believe me

Otherworld Newspeak, y’all know how I spit
Half-internet, half-high school
Cafeteria shit i’m hype how the Internet get
Yo, 2x4’s look like splinters and shit
White demons with green pockets
Line up at our shows to peep game
How we rock it?
No qualms with cockblocking white
Dudes from Boston
I don’t know why people think we
Give a fuck so often we Waco, we Maaco
But, you are just a touch-up
Homie, take your heart out your chest
No buck-up talk it how I walk it
Himanshu got ‘nuff guff
Other words: you could get roughed up
Tough stuff
Your band about as lame as Staind or Train
"Soul Sister" hold blisters on my brain
Probably think this song is about you
You vain but me, i’m burning one to Carl
Thomas's "Summer Rain"
Chilling, relaxing, having a good time

The name don’t ring bells:
It break doors down
The neighbors hear yells from
Eight floors down
They say "This here’s Hell
It’s all yours now"
All around nice guys get snuffed for sport
Clown life check: 1, 2, what is this?
"Your money or your life?" And I’m like
"What’s the difference?"
And if the price is right
I could buy all you dipshit's
Put him near a mike and
The rest not your business
Chumps, save yourself the lumps
Why shoot the five a hundred times when
You could shoot the nine once?
And come and find a little guy
Can pack a supersize punch
Bars sixteen and pregnant
Verse come every nine months
Until next time, thanks for tuning in
The hooligans whose tunes is too
Loony for the loony bin
This is how we do and doin’
This is how we do'd again
Going HAM, going in, going hard, going limp