Doomtree, Sims, Mike Mictlan, P.O.S. - Gander Back lyrics

Hardliner (streak) , crack the felt-tip
Clock-winder (tweak) , patch the velvet
Cap gun AirSoft electric
Eat the face off a centipede
I'll Metroid your section
A bitter cold heart from a
Bit of a slow start
Pivot on a shitter shitting out
A Wonka Gold Card
Inka-drinka bottle of Aquanet
Hock a loogie at lookie-lous
And you? Jockin' it

Promise of stressing out
Them long days could snap
Then split wrists with style
Like slap bracelets
Stack cases not murder raps but cases
Full of MPC's, guitars, basses
Drum machines, pedals, and crap to murder rap
Yeah, I don't take a sec to
Breathe I ain't heard of that
See, I'm just here to press through
Continue to rep Doom
And splinter the mess from blow up
The spot to wreck rooms

Sims hopping in mid-continent occupant
Cold spot non-stopping it
From the stock locked old cops cocking it
Who works for who is so obvious
So bend the barrel back send the Herald that
Nothing but news for the numb with the
Thumb on snooze for the young
Booze for the rest just to keep on pressing
You're looking fresh but who you impressing?

Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps
Breeze past speed traps we don't want that
We don't take that we don't need that
Save that act
You play the part, we play the blade
We scrape your heart
We came to take the mark

And it seems that the heart is
The heart of the problem
You want the view from the roof
Don't want to build from the bottom
Truth is we got 'em
Brick by brick over fist with or without 'em
The road is slick but I steer through
Push the pedal with the red-and-blues
Spinning in the rearview
Top Ramen jar-sipper, bar-ripper
I dig to build, they dig to fill the sifter

We'll probably never grow up
Into a Cosby sweater hobby better
Yet ever quit well probably never
This is not a switch
This is in my blood simple as spit
Never rich, never stressed, never poor
Never sick when's that?
Probably never i'll stick to simple shit
Like the beat never left I'mma walk with a
Little bit of rhythm in my step

We pocket the Polly, sully, then ollie the ox
Rocket the broccoli probably obvi'
We didn't poli' the cost
Popping off the collar? Chilled heat
Call me Sake Bomb holla for hobby
All for the offer now talk to me calm
The Boom-Diggi-Doom
The groove's in me so move
If you with me then prove break bread fam'
Who emptied the room?
We brought plenty to move
We were too heavy for
Wombs and cracked diaphragms

Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps
Breeze past speed traps we don't want that
We don't take that we don't need that
Save that act
You play the part, we play the blade
We scrape your heart
We came to take the mark

From the frost-bit center of America's map
A couple cats trying to get
A couple hands to clap
Trying to eat, trying to live a little
Gander back
From the frost-bit center of America's map
A couple cats trying to shake
A little stress with rap but hold up
We don't breathe enough
Tryna beat these days but they're creeping up