Sandpeople - Rightfully So lyrics

Yo, all fifth-dimensional motherfuckers
Only lizards, please
(Drink some blood with me)
Sorry, sir, you’re a human
Step to the back of the lizard
Thunderthief, Sandpeople, motherfucker yo

The argument is whether or not guns kill
I’m sure they do
I hide one behind my eyes just to murder you
My steely gaze is the way
That my asserted view
Makes it through the chambers of my
Heart that it’s converted through
The barrel of my chest
It ain’t straight vertical
I’m sharper than the stainless-steel
Blade made surgical
My mind cuts through time like rusted pipes
I throw up blood through old
Veins that made you lethargical


Some people wanna talk shit
About my wordy crew
The only sound you make are the
Screams when we’re hurting you
We stay grimy as fuck, we’re like a dirty zoo
You say you spit clean
But detergent’s never heard of you
You got no steez, you ain’t no Thunderthieves
You claim to be underground
But you’re just asleep, under me
I wonder how you fucking
Clowns still stuck around
I seen a better live show
From black holes and tumbleweeds
Fuck y’all bitch cunts
You bleed once monthly
Rap about your gold fronts
Y’all live on front street
You and presidents only live
In the same country
My style’s so hard you’ll break your
Hands when you punch me
I’m a paradox like Jay-Z sharing rocks
Spread across the grill of
A Franciscan monk’s teeth
You assume, but you got it backwards
This was supposed to be a 32, but I’m only 23

Aye, aye
Tell ‘em about the fucking golf shoes, son

They say we’re arrogant, yea, rightfully so
Killing motherfuckers
Going right for their throat
We’ll take your air again, rightfully choke
Y’all can’t fuck with the Sandpeople
Sandpeople motherfuckers

Aye, come here so I can slap
The fuck out you real quick sP
What you know about Only and Ill?
We’ll put a hole in your grill
Then we’ll see if your
Fucking homies are real gaurantee
He ain’t got the cojones and squeals
Now life has made him a
Faggot wearing chonies in jail, bitch
You’re known to be frail and
Posted for bail quick
I snuck dro in my cell and rolled up an L
Shit and now I’m high as hell
I don’t drop dimes or tell
I like to sell to clientele
Until the prices swell
That ain’t financially sound, listen chief
Your opinion might actually count
If you think
My camp’ll be crowned, considered kings
Now kiss the rings
Grabby the sticky green and triple beam
I got a business scheme
It’s kinda interesting
You swear your clique is mean
But you look more like a
Little league women’s team
Soon as we hit the scene
I leave you dripping like the kitchen sink
And I don’t think this ratchet’s
Gonna fix the leak
It’s only making it worse
We hang on the curb
While you praying in church
Ain’t no saving this Earth
My homie took a change for the worst
If he wasn’t taking your purse
He was banging on turf, slanging them birds
Yea, it’s sad
But that’s the way that we learn
And won’t change ‘til the day that
We lay in the dirt we won’t beg
I’m made
I’ma take what I’ve earned, it’s okay
We won’t wait while you’re taking your turn
There’s no way so, pack your luggage up
You can’t fuck with us
Your wack production sucks
I haven’t stuttered once
They say we’re arrogant, yea, rightfully so
Kill a motherfucker
Going right for their throat
We’ll take your air again, yup
Rightfully choke
Y’all can’t fuck with the Sandpeople

Choking babies
Drinking fucking blood from lizards
That are fifth-dimensional
Sandpeople, Thunderthief