Shine: pts. 1-3

PART 1: Ri¢he$

[Bass Playing: Lil Creeper]

[Intro: Very Smurt]
My friend we rolling in dough
These haters know that it’s a no-brainier
These foes whining
Cross the line, yeah I’m a node breaker
I’m making paper
All these haters baking cakes for me
My fire’s stone cold haters know I make it eight degrees

[Verse: Very Smurt]
I’m taking these men I split em two and a half
Yeah I’ve been flanking it
I run 12 seasons, that’s as long as I’ve been cranking it
They asking CBS for hecking record deals
Smurty too mean
Give em slean
For their beggar meals
They getting severed veal
Lobby at my talent show
Now Dragon, he can write
But he ain’t no Edgar Allan Poe
I’m rapping with a whacker flow
Than eighty of my minions
Who hitting down the guards
Spitting yards
With my idioms

[Outro: Very Smurt]
You do know
That we ain’t even finished
Doom is imminent
I’m spitting
Click boom
From the tomb
Getting into it
I’m hitting far
With the cold bars
Of an Inuit
And they had better walk away
Before I do consider it, like

PART II: shine

[Chorus: Very Smurt]
Like ay, I got bills, yo, dollar bills, yo
Finna bless em, second guessing thirty tril, yo
I got honeys who be funnier than Borat
Get my first mil like where you finding more at?
Ay, I got bills, yo, dollar bills, yo
Finna bless em, second guessing thirty tril, yo
I got honeys who be funnier than Borat
Get my first mil like where you finding more at?

[Verse: Lil Creeper]
I feel I can’t hear a sound
Whenever you come around
Got my eyes on the road
I ain’t worried bout no drought or a recession
This probably some type of blessing
Like a shiny bar of gold, full house
The reason why I fold
If I'm shining, everybody gon' shine
BROCKHAMPTON with the 'STAR'
Sir eye-ins (?) with the scar
Unaware, see
I'm a merchant, buy some wears
I came prepared, see?
I swear this fatigue is annoying
I'm bored and feeling certainly
I surely like the down time
But I don't like the dead time
I don't like the minutes wasted lying in bed time
I need two shots of everything that's on the goddamn menu
Thanks, goodnight, and see you all after the venue

[Chorus: Very Smurt]
Like ay, I got bills, yo, dollar bills, yo
Finna bless em, second guessing thirty tril, yo
I got honeys who be funnier than Borat
Get my first mil like where you finding more at?
Ay, I got bills, yo, dollar bills, yo
Finna bless em, second guessing thirty tril, yo
I got honeys who be funnier than Borat
Get my first mil like where you finding more at?

PART III: Bad

[Monologue: Lil Creeper]
(Guitar and acoustic bass backing by Very Smurt)
I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth. Banks are going bust. Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write