PLANET BEAM Lyrics by BEAM
If I say I’ma ride, then they with me
Safety first but the scrapper’s a glizzy
We gon’ circle the block and get busy
What you talkin’ ’bout? N***** get risky
And you pussy, no, bro, he a sissy
Got hoes textin’ my phone, sayin’ they miss me
Fuckers feel like we back in the sixties
If I say I’ma ride, then they with me
Safety first but the scrapper’s a glizzy
We gon’ circle the block and get busy
What you talkin’ ’bout? N***** get risky
And you pussy, no, bro, he a sissy
N***** lyin’, they say that they rich
Got hoes textin’ my phone, sayin’ they miss me
Fuckers feel like we back in the sixties
Bitches do anything for a check
I ain’t tip her, man, now she upset
Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike
Trust me, I know these n***** don’t like me
And it’s only enough when I’m dinin’
I’m a savage, we swappin’, no swappin’
It’s why I’m cuttin’ off n*****, they dyin’
Yeah, do or die, yeah
Do or die, do or try
Yeah, look, who am I?
(Skip got that bounce, it go crazy)
Done see you, Spanish Town
Born a Saint Andrew but I’lm not a saint
Mozart inna di paint, Noah’s Ark inna di rain
Come from the sky, crash down, plane
Skillet, coco playin’
Nuff man mi know sell Mary Jane
Nuff man mi know able fi kill Cain
Headshot, Kurt Cobain, follow money train
Gi yuh gyal mi cocky mek har levitate, David Blaine
Seems like di man tun, seems like mi brotha tun insane
God’s name in vain, codeine, cocaine
Fuck, liquor, I been winnin’
In veins, bloodstream, lion piss, domain
Seen pain, kill pain, ordained prophet
Detain, in chains, mek her ride di riddim, right brain
Get di logic from har left brain
Touch mi gyal, brush dem off, cut dem off, against the grain
I’m a demon in a can dem cyaan contain
Front page Gleaner, Tyshane or BEAM or no name
Pimp get yuh gyal put har pon street, public domain
Steady win di race, Usain Bolt sustain
Slow bill, slow kill, Quentin Tarantino
Did the tool inna bloody paint
Pussy look like seh him see a duppy when mi tek it out di case
When mi see a rat wi nuh chase
Set him up then wi skate, set him up wid a bait
Yeah, yeah, turn the autotune down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, uh, I’ma, I’ma, sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
I need more headphone volume, yeah
I need more headphone volume, yeah
Catch a viking in Nirvana, yeah
You can hear that through the sonics, yeah
I only fuck wid gyal, ebonics, yeah
Straight out the tropics, exotic, yeah
Tropical, yeah
And I talk ’bout Medusa, I love it
Treat that head like a turkey, I stuff it
All a di gyal dem waan fi gi mi boss dome
Tek mi sword, stop di cold
Santa know yuh badda than a box of cigarette
Got a big choppa, heart-stopper
No manners, Big Poppa
Don Dadda in Americana
Still a wear di green and yellow, black banner
Inna uptown, have a clean face like di cake soap
Drive down, downtown
Touch out at di party dem a bruk down
Leave me out di passa passa passa
Pon di river, then mi gone dawg
With some Rastas, with some Christians
Smokin’ ganja, still Lord Jesus is my chiropractor
When mi need the healing, him my doctor, back to Earth
Call me Peter when I’m choppin’ ears off
Call me Toppo, I’ve been sellin’ pow-pow-pows
He’s got a tunnel vision with no cap and gown
Me and Jeremy took it over million
This is for my jit, I put in a college fund
I’ma get that jit more than the sky and sun
Make a toast to all the assholes
Not in my prime, but I’m still in the Amazon
Body sumo wrestler, hit ’em out of bounds
When I pull up, hit to lick, Indiana Jones
She want give me kitty, baby, keep the boom
Got a wifey takin’ care of tippy tippy
Got a ballerina, always count ’em toes
I just try this first, she got me out the zone
Melody hypnotic, temptation harmonic singin’ hypertonic, yuh
Back to the topic, no more pointers, I need dollars
Got a shawty, she gon’ pop it, she a star, like Madonna
Africana khaki, Hotel Rwanda, anaconda
Lord, forgive me, I’ma fuck the digits
No adultery but I let the patna kiss the one that wrist is in it
I ain’t do no phonics, but it’s so ironic, I’m the hottest topic
My mama drop me
Sicky in the heady, crack, baby
N**** psychotic, n**** Steve Jobs, n**** symponotic
I am such a motherfucker
But I will go fuck your mother
Yuh, shee, yuh kiddo
Stay pon street wid God and di peace in di street
Touch road weh mi see, all di robber dem a pree
All di bees and di trees and di coolin’ breeze
From creation, God in it
Life really come wid di negative and positive
Yuh see the ying-yang bling bling, chargin’ it
The enemy penning me with the apple remedy
Yuh nuh see mi step pon di snake and get dark in it
Call fimi God, I’m the one, Samuel
Prophet dawg, money bag, residual, baby mom
Tek a Addy, make it go weh
Pon Addall mi cyaan fall
Now yuh pissed get out di stall
Oh, oof, oh, oof, oh, ts, oh, ts, oh
Diligent, talkin’ deals, in a Hebrew code, synagogue
Chosen one, is he real? Israel, ask God
I’m located in the sky, get off me
And my wrist, this type of life is costing me
One, zero, and below, they get frosty
They try to lock me up then make them copy
I don’t need a presidential
I ain’t snitchin’, gettin’ out like Bob D
I can pick you up in for the presidential car
No content, I ain’t content, no, not at all
Like glue, Sean Paul, yuh see it
She shoot di cocky but this a nuh Soca, this is dancehall, yuh see it
Mi come from di light, run inna di dark like a marathon, yuh see it?
Poland man, colder than the land, cyaan fuck with disrespect
Not at all
Bring your mathematics when it come to trigonometry, n****, don’t try it
Not at all
Not a gyalis but di gyal dem a blow up mi phone like, “Can you take a call”
Not at all
Rather have an exotic than a goddamn Honda Accord
Not at all