Sims, Cecil Otter, P.O.S, Mike Mictlan, Dessa - No Homeowners (Renter’s Rebate) lyrics
[Sims, Cecil Otter, P.O.S, Mike Mictlan, Dessa - No Homeowners Renter’s Rebate lyrics]
Doomtree, time to let it be known
From the bottom of the bottle to
The top of the throne
I hear ooh’s and ahh’s when
I jump off my garage
People treat me like I’m dying for a cause
Cuz I believe in God, and Santa Claus
And the Easter Bunny
I hang out with Lady Luck and I
Feed her when her beaver’s hungry
Don’t need your money
Don’t need your company
Do need that filthy middle finger
Out my cup of tea it takes one to bleed two
To make the bleeding stop
I’d rather leave a trail of blood than
Let you make the bleeding stop
This is synchronized sinking a
Single sided die, a tire farm
Sick of this sickness, I want
A signal, a symbol, a sign
Sinners are seeking asylum
Senators set to deny them
Sun at the center is dimming
Spinning in silence
Synapses sing with science sitting inside us
Citizens’ sinuses ring with sirens
Whose singing is violence it goes thanks TS
But the world ends like this
Not a bang, not whimper, but a sibilant hiss
Doomtree, time to let it be known
From the bottom of the bottle to
The top of the throne
Put us up, megablast a classic burner
Idolize the insignia minnie
Millenniums idiot savant
Avant off guard, not scarred
Self-inflicted shots, stars, and locked bars
Drop arms, I got the face of Mars
Harness the strength, harvest my angst
Chop spars
Let it out, say it loud, don’t bitch out
What time would be better than now?
Doomtree, watch your mouth
Yo, I put the words to page
Shed the weight of the day
But all work and no play
Makes jackknife a dull blade
So I stay sharp and cut the
Darkness with a chisel tip
A crew of kids who sizzle sets
And fizzle out your best attempts
Doomtree, you know, we opened up
But left the spot blown
With call and response
You followed up but caught a dial tone
No nothing flashy, hypnosis
Or backward masking shit
Simply raw shit y’all get lost in it
Dope? who you asking kid?
18 months ago before the snow
Before Sims was in the breeze
Distorted morbid kid pent up and
Bent on my disease
With a butterfly knife lining my gut
But Stef and Otter saved my life
Pulled me up and gave me stripes
Recovering loather now loving every moment
Telling opponents move over, we own it
I build from ashes when I write rhymes
And I’m proud to represent it
It’s my lifeline
Doomtree, time to let it be known
From the bottom of the bottle to
The top of the throne
From the bottom of the bottle to
The top of the throne
I hear ooh’s and ahh’s when
I jump off my garage
People treat me like I’m dying for a cause
Cuz I believe in God, and Santa Claus
And the Easter Bunny
I hang out with Lady Luck and I
Feed her when her beaver’s hungry
Don’t need your money
Don’t need your company
Do need that filthy middle finger
Out my cup of tea it takes one to bleed two
To make the bleeding stop
I’d rather leave a trail of blood than
Let you make the bleeding stop
This is synchronized sinking a
Single sided die, a tire farm
Sick of this sickness, I want
A signal, a symbol, a sign
Sinners are seeking asylum
Senators set to deny them
Sun at the center is dimming
Spinning in silence
Synapses sing with science sitting inside us
Citizens’ sinuses ring with sirens
Whose singing is violence it goes thanks TS
But the world ends like this
Not a bang, not whimper, but a sibilant hiss
Doomtree, time to let it be known
From the bottom of the bottle to
The top of the throne
Put us up, megablast a classic burner
Idolize the insignia minnie
Millenniums idiot savant
Avant off guard, not scarred
Self-inflicted shots, stars, and locked bars
Drop arms, I got the face of Mars
Harness the strength, harvest my angst
Chop spars
Let it out, say it loud, don’t bitch out
What time would be better than now?
Doomtree, watch your mouth
Yo, I put the words to page
Shed the weight of the day
But all work and no play
Makes jackknife a dull blade
So I stay sharp and cut the
Darkness with a chisel tip
A crew of kids who sizzle sets
And fizzle out your best attempts
Doomtree, you know, we opened up
But left the spot blown
With call and response
You followed up but caught a dial tone
No nothing flashy, hypnosis
Or backward masking shit
Simply raw shit y’all get lost in it
Dope? who you asking kid?
18 months ago before the snow
Before Sims was in the breeze
Distorted morbid kid pent up and
Bent on my disease
With a butterfly knife lining my gut
But Stef and Otter saved my life
Pulled me up and gave me stripes
Recovering loather now loving every moment
Telling opponents move over, we own it
I build from ashes when I write rhymes
And I’m proud to represent it
It’s my lifeline
Doomtree, time to let it be known
From the bottom of the bottle to
The top of the throne