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Text: Abk. Dirty History. Bombs on You.

Tell me what the fuck's goin' on ya'll??
We're droppin' bombs up in this bitch!!
Tell me what's goin' on!?
Ya'll better recognize
Psychopathic
DROPPIN' BOMBS!!!

I will always keep my shit, underneath the surface
Because the way I flow, the mainstream don't deserve this
I'm set out to break backs on tracks,
and scratch on all records that you spin on wax
I'm a crazy motherfucker with pride
And I got enough wisdom to keep my soul alive
So grab a mic and lemme see if it shine
Cause it's time to make this whole world mine, all mine
Everytime I see these people
They always just stop and stare
Like I don't belong in this place
So they say that it's not fair
I can't understand this drama
That the earth brings down on me
So let me take you through my mind
Look in my eyes, follow me

[Chorus 2x]
Tell me
What's going on
and drop these bombs on you


I'm gonna tell you why I'm droppin' bombs
Because I'm sick and fuckin' tired of seeing fire alarms
Little explosions, marshmallows roasting
Soft motherfuckers standing on the stage boasting
Now don't expect me to just walk away
Because I've been told ya'll that I'm here to stay
I'ma still keep flowing, from coast to coast
And I'ma still keep smoking weed with juggalos
I'ma still bust caps, at all these hoes
And I'mma drop me a bomb off, at every show
That's how it is, so just grab your bow
Because it's time to represent
and watch these warriors grow
I can't understand this drama
That the Earth brings down on me
So let me take you through my mind
Look in my eyes, follow me

[Chorus 2x]
Tell me
What's going on
and drop these bombs on you