Bars - CF, Constant Flow, Dontique Mangual

My rebel army, we some camouflage troopers

Workin' in the back—we like the Fraggle Rock Doozers

Destroy and rebuild and kill Babylon’s future

Real would never get us—we a paradox to ya

And son, I’m gonna scout from Seattle to

Leave ‘em with red heads and call ‘em Carrot Top Juniors

Marriott cougars in the telly with the next chick

Indebted, X quick just like that Farrakhan rumor

Y’all basura, we some sanitation workers

Not rocking Charles Dutton;

this ain’t an act—I will murk ya

Computer thug—never have ta wave a burner

But see a red dot and they mistake you for a cursor

If it’s beef, I’mma have ta take it further

Son, I overkill it—I assassinate a burger

Rise of the apes—not in silly costumes

Return of Caesar’s reign—it's a gorilla on zoom

I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between

When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin')

Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors

What about the bars?

(So stop frontin')

It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws

But we taking ours.

(The fam tell ‘em)

Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame

Homie, it’s.

Billionaire rebellion

Yo, my killa shine—y'all just shadow puppets

Flippin' they wig like Gabby Giffords or Gabby Douglas

You Gabba Gabba!

rappers—I'mma have to camel clutch ‘em

These old pussies, I’mma prehistoric-mammal fuck ‘em

You never see me in a phantom stuntin'

Just a Toyota truck with cannons mounted on the back and ammo buckin'

Gaddafi killers in my clan—son, we bang for nothin'

Assatassassins in my gang—yo, we stand for somethin'

These ragamuffins with flak jackets and ratchets tucked in

The Rambo thugs bring heat—not a standing oven

My flow’s a flammable substance—I spit fire

Leave my foes froze like Pompeii’s volcanic eruptions

Y’all poonani—I leave your vaginal cavity gushin'

It’s Jumanji way my animals rushing family functions

So we scheme hard—y'all will never get together

My team beyond the scene—we gon' wreck this thing forever

I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between

When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin')

Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors

What about the bars?

(So stop frontin')

It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws

But we taking ours.

(The fam tell ‘em)

Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame

Homie, it’s.

Billionaire rebellion

Out of many, I’m the one—like the meaning of «e pluribus unum»

Be the nigga nice, so you better recruit him or shoot him

I ain’t talking shiest or just wise—all my guys’ll salute ‘em

I’ll locate stashes and loot ‘em.

The cats pursue them in voodoo

They tryna mute ‘em, just use ‘em as target practice—we gunnin'

Put the game on with ratchets, «Who want it?»

Sendin' ‘em from the Empire to London

Deadly as the hard weapon, the city and villages runnin'

Too hungry to be the hunted, a threat if you living lavish

Depth of UFO’s at the Baltic Sea—y'all average

Go hard, so measure my worth in karats

Taught to be on point like hookers in the bars with needle habits

You don’t want no static like gas station attendants

Trappin' in every sentence—haul ammo to assailants

Guerilla warfare, we in the trenches

Spitting like double-gauge twelves ‘til they defenseless

I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between

When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin')

Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors

What about the bars?

(So stop frontin')

It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws

But we taking ours.

(The fam tell ‘em)

Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame

Homie, it’s.

Billionaire rebellion