Rightfully So

[Intro: Simple]
Yo, all fifth-dimensional motherfuckers
Only lizards, please (Drink some blood with me)
Sorry, sir, you’re a human
Step to the back of the lizard
Thunderthief, Sandpeople, motherfucker
Yo

[Verse 1: Simple]
The argument is whether or not guns kill, I’m sure they do
I hide one behind my eyes just to murder you
My steely gaze is the way that my asserted view
Makes it through the chambers of my heart that it’s converted through
The barrel of my chest, it ain’t straight vertical
I’m sharper than the stainless-steel blade made surgical
My mind cuts through time like rusted pipes
I throw up blood through old veins that made you lethargical
Some people wanna talk shit about my wordy crew
The only sound you make are the screams when we’re hurting you
We stay grimy as fuck, we’re like a dirty zoo
You say you spit clean, but detergent’s never heard of you
You got no steez, you ain’t no Thunderthieves
You claim to be underground, but you’re just asleep, under me
I wonder how you fucking clowns still stuck around
I seen a better live show from black holes and tumbleweeds
Fuck y’all bitch cunts, you bleed once monthly
Rap about your gold fronts, y’all live on front street
You and presidents only live in the same country
My style’s so hard you’ll break your hands when you punch me
I’m a paradox like Jay-Z sharing rocks
Spread across the grill of a Franciscan monk’s teeth
You assume, but you got it backwards
This was supposed to be a 32, but I’m only 23

[Interlude: Mo-B]
Aye, aye
Tell ‘em about the fucking golf shoes, son

[Hook: Mo-B]
They say we’re arrogant, yea, rightfully so
Killing motherfuckers, going right for their throat
We’ll take your air again, rightfully choke
Y’all can’t fuck with the Sandpeople
Sandpeople
Motherfuckers

[Verse 2: Illmaculate & OnlyOny]
Aye, come here so I can slap the fuck out you real quick
SP
What you know about Only and Ill?
We’ll put a hole in your grill
Then we’ll see if your fucking homies are real
Gaurantee
He ain’t got the cojones and squeals
Now life has made him a faggot wearing chonies in jail, bitch
You’re known to be frail and posted for bail quick
I snuck dro in my cell and rolled up an L, shit
And now I’m high as hell
I don’t drop dimes or tell
I like to sell to clientele until the prices swell
That ain’t financially sound, listen chief
Your opinion might actually count if you think
My camp’ll be crowned, considered kings
Now kiss the rings, grabby the sticky green and triple beam
I got a business scheme
It’s kinda interesting
You swear your clique is mean
But you look more like a little league women’s team
Soon as we hit the scene
I leave you dripping like the kitchen sink
And I don’t think this ratchet’s gonna fix the leak
It’s only making it worse, we hang on the curb
While you praying in church, ain’t no saving this Earth
My homie took a change for the worst
If he wasn’t taking your purse
He was banging on turf, slanging them birds
Yea, it’s sad, but that’s the way that we learn
And won’t change ‘til the day that we lay in the dirt
We won’t beg
I’m made
I’ma take what I’ve earned, it’s okay
We won’t wait while you’re taking your turn, there’s no way
So, pack your luggage up
You can’t fuck with us
Your wack production sucks
I haven’t stuttered once

[Hook: Mo-B & Simple]
They say we’re arrogant, yea, rightfully so
Kill a motherfucker, going right for their throat
We’ll take your air again, yup, rightfully choke
Y’all can’t fuck with the Sandpeople

[Outro: Simple]
Choking babies
Drinking fucking blood from lizards that are fifth-dimensional
Sandpeople, Thunderthief