Bands In The Safe

Gimme yo picanic basket...
Gimme Yo Picanic Basket
GIMME YO PICANIC BASKET!

I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe or a mattress
I stash it can’t stand in no banks

I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe or a mattress
I stash it can’t stand in no banks

(Verse 1: Versetile)

Rip it and roll, slip it in smooth, I like the liquidy gold
Christmas we drove, big rigs no school, out of the limousine cold

I’ll watch her dance in my face
I’ll put your mans in his place
I just demand to be great
I keep my bands in the safe

Good tree, good friends
Good G’d, she’s fine
Goddess, good stress, good bye
Good mind

I’m not a hitman; I’m a hit, man
From the hip, got the grip then I sip when
Call me slick got the shit then I switch plans
Time to lift off and dip rocket ship and

(Chorus)
I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe or a mattress
I stash it can’t stand in no banks

I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe or a mattress
I stash it can’t stand in no banks

(Verse 2: Tyranus Kong)

Last time I put in
Hours for others the power corrupted their habits to push it
Back in the bushes
Cowards get comfort the town would get hustled amassing the bullshit
Batter your tuccus
How did I come from dourest scum just dance looking foolish
Alas the improvement
I’m bowing to none and I’m counting my funds cause you act like I shouldn’t

You’re lacking the footing to stand with us pudding
Panting and mushing you’re plastic and wooden
Vanish for good when I’m rapping i took it
I had the advantage on actors that couldn’t

I will react there’s a rat in the squad
Packing my bags full of daggers and darts
Since half of you want to play animal dog
I’ve got talons and claws I’m falcon or hawk

Pounce and you paws like a hound when it walks and
They shout and they shop till the bastards a busting
Ask em to have em a chat or discussion it’s dumb shit
To count on the chance that I’m bluffing

Running with stacks that I stuff in my mattress a funky fanatic with cash and the funding
And money it’s magic I vanish in dust with a laugh and a shrug at the mannequins muggin

(Chorus)
I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe or a mattress
I stash it can’t stand in no banks

I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe
I keep my bands in the safe or a mattress
I stash it can’t stand in no banks

(Verse 3: Both)

Safe is
Made out of lead if you take it you’re dead

Take off your head if you take from the shed

Haters be waiting with bait on their breath

Love with the passion but say it from your chest

Crazed and enraged we don’t aim for a vest

Heart beats’ irrational I come from the best with an archer and arrow it’s over upset we are already packed in this room for this mess that we target a pharaoh still knows who he is

Who can compare to them both when they spit?

Are you stupid or staring? You know what it is

Truth is unbearable dosage equipped

Who could be terrible? Duo of kids?

Chewing your marrow your bones on my dish
You a ho or a bitch? We explosive with quips
And emotion you’re hopeless against when we’re flowing legit
Got em frozen as cold as it gets

Chew through your marrow your bones on my dish, so don’t fuck with my clique

We erupting again?

The assumption within?

They been dust in the bin

Seeking good for the team

We just plunder and win

Treating them Good while we spit

You cannot cook with the kids
In the hood but we rich

Keeping the hood with good lenses

Keeping the books looking trim
While they’re looking for rent

Cooking the stew with no limit

You looking stupid aloof and pretentious

We got the loofas we washing the dishes

Dude they are puny these pukes are defenseless

Troops simply looming they view with precision

I’m truly elusive so move from my business

Who drops it vicious these dudes leave y’all limping

Why would you stand in my lane?

When I keep my bands in the safe

I coat my mansion in suede

I got all ten in can’t bang

Having my salad and steak

I have to say it is great

Surpassing your traffic and fame

Final boss man they can’t hang

Dammit we’re passionate hate

Samuel L. Jackson like saying

Frantic with raps that I made

Motherfucker naw man they can’t handle me
I am reality seeking a fantasy, call in the Calvary

Challenge to change
You gotta have it the passion and pain
Improvement in action the passing of days
Pursuing each task with immaculate aim

Dragons’ been trained there’s no accident flame
Tapped into gain I have maxed all my pain
Flapping those wings just to blast you away
Clash with us, hey your Janaza okay
You whack ones are vapid we stampede your Shame
Fascists to graph it as bad as it came

Relax we just trample and graze