The Flying Dutchmen, Cappadonna - Waterboard lyrics

The Flying Dutchman
Ay, 'tis the phantom ship that forebodes doom

Yeah, motherfuckers, Flying Dutchmen
Lex Starwind, Jon Murdock, Cappadonna
The don of mic
Helium flash, star mode, apparent brightness
Motherfucker ha, we shine brighter

You fucking with the hand of God
Destruction's right arm
Flying Dutchmen, pressurize
We brew a slight storm
48 volt power inversion, turn this mic on
Get your HD cameras, Canons and Nikons
Televise tellin' lies, tell the truth
Till there's demons telling lies to the youth
Did the wolves in the den got
His eyes on the coupe?
Did the troops and the Feds
Got they eyes over you?
Demonize for the proof
Black magic, acid rain dance
FIFA dream trance
Continental wing to wing feather span
The enhanced
Biometric, through the fire wire, pyrotechnic
The way the God sound through
The mic when projected
Well protected method
Vanderslice craft perfected
Sound waves contract, expand
Enhance when reflected
The audio acoustic substance viscus elusive
Trained for years for this shit we producin'
Upper echelon pantheons what we standin' on
Compared to Fisher-Price soundtracks and
Them candy songs
I'm never right, but I can't be wrong
So how the fuck I'm s'posed
To eat, feed my family, dog?
I'm straight hungry
Concrete Congo iron monkey
Tryin' to see my problems thin
When my pockets get chunky
Glock'll click, pockets rip
Blocka hit lovely
Jump and flip, hop and skip, got to get money

Guard your face, force the ox, box unorthodox
I caught a shot
You faggots call the cops or
You call your pops
No respect, fuck him too, we chase him down
Rip him out of his Cadillac
Then mace the clown
Battle ax him, move like Action Jackson
Back smack him, hack him in his back
Make him back spin
Your moms rush to his rescue?
We smack her too
All because you rhyme wack just like Maganoo
We hate rappers that get
Promoted but can't spit
We rob rappers at they show for they bracelet
We run circles around your favorite rap star
And make him think
What the fuck he even rap for
'Cause many people
Thinking they bigger than Vinny Diesel
Until they hear him spit once and say
"That kid is lethal"
But they'll never get signed to a major label
They're too Hip-Hop
Commercial rap is what'll pay you
Let me tell you something
None of y'all can fuck with this
So you can scratch that right
Off your bucket list
You faggot weak sauce MCs could suck a dick
But, you look gay
So you probably love this shit
I had a dream about fucking Shakira
In front of a mirror
Sipping a beer with ice, no fucks
Without a care in the world
Fuckin' it, suckin' it, huggin'
It, rubbin' it, lovin' it
We on some other shit
Hoverin' out of the mother ship
Drive and find you, Columbine you
Silent nine you if you can't find your God
Then Jon'll find you

There's a right and a wrong
Way to love somebody
You gotta dead your enemies
Burn them with the shotty
Never let the evil ones take away your spirit
Fire, have it burn them
Smash them with the lyrics
Someone blocked your blessings
The righteous don't fear this
Jah keeping ya sane, stay unified
Mind detect mind, black Devils can't hide
Never date a harlot 'cause she
Never on your side
Can't trust the Pharisees
They based it upon lies
Befriend your friends
Form alliance with your enemies
Jins come around
Tryin' to suck up all your energies
Flying Dutchmen
We escaping all the penalties
Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, dark ministries
Father Cappadonna, yeah
We move like centipedes
Never falling victim to the love
And them hate degrees
Maintaining our status, Wu Tang
What? Killa Bees