PLANET BEAM (Explicit) - BEAM

Lyrics by：Tyshane Thompson

Composed by：Tyshane Thompson

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

Gunshot

What you talkin' 'bout

N***as get risky

And you pushin' your bro he a sissy

Got h*es sexin' my phone say they miss me

F**kers feel like we back in the Sixties

Gunshot

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

Gunshot

What you talkin' 'bout

N***as get risky

And you pushin' your bro he a sissy

N***as lyin' they say that he rich

Got h*es sexin' my phone say they miss me

Gunshot

F**kers feel like we back in the Sixties

B***hes do anything for a check

I ain't tip her man now she upset

Tell these h*es to get sponsored by Nike

Gunshot

Trust me I know these n***as 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***as they dyin'

Gunshot

Yeah do or die yeah

Do or die do or try

Yeah look who am I

SkipOnDaBeat it go crazy

Dances Spanish stone

But I'm not a sin

More's up than I done been Noah's Ark inna di rain

Come from the sky crash down plane

Skillet cooker playin'

'Nuff man mi know sell Mary gin

'Nuff man mi know Abel fi kill Cain

Head shot occur

Cool bean fallout money treein'

Gi' a gyal mi cocky mek har levitate David playin'

Seems like di man tun seems like mi brotha tun

Insane God's name in vain

Codeine c*****e f**k liquor I been winnin'

In Vans bloodstream lion piss do 'em in

Seen pen kill pen ordained prophet

Detain insurance make a right to rid 'em right win

Get the logic from my left brain

Touch mi gyal brush them off

Cut them off against the grain

I'm a demon in a condemned care canteen

Front porch glean 'em die sheen are been

Are known in pimp get together

Put up on street public do 'em in

Steady win the ways you seen

Ball sustenance slow bill

Slow kills Quentin Tarantino

Did the two let 'em bloody pens

Push it look like M C I ducked it when mi tek it all di keys

When mi see I rock with no cheers

Set them up then we're skiers set them up without beat

Yeah yeah turn the autotune down

Yeah yeah yeah uh

Uh uh I'ma I'ma sick

Sick

Sick

Sync sick

Sick

Sick

Drr brrt

I need more headphone volume yeah

I need more headphone volume yeah

Catch a viking in the volume yeah

You can hear that through the sonics yeah

I only f**k wit' gyal ebonics yeah

Straight out the trap it's exotic yeah

Tropical yeah

And I talk 'bout Medusa I love it

Treat that head like a turkey I stuff it

Stuff it

All ah di gyaldem waan fi gimme

Tek mi sword stop eh 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 burner

Inna uptown have a king face

Like di sword drive down downtown

Touch at di partner dem a bruk down

Bleed me or de pasa pasa pasa

Pon di river then me gon' die

With some Rastas with some Christians

Smokin' ganja the Lord Jesus is my chiropractor

When me need the healing in my doctor back to Earth

Call me Peter when I'm choppin' ears off

Call me I've been sellin'

Scala 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 this gun sound

Make a toast to harder 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 lickin' Diana 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' over tonic 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 f**k the digits

No adultery but I let the patna kiss the one of in me

I ain't do no phonics but it's so ironic I'm the hottest topic

My mama drop me

Mama

Sicky in the heady crack baby

N***a psychotic n***a Steve Jobs n***a fanatic

I am such a motherf**ker

But I will go f**k your mother

Yuh shee yuh kidda

Still up on street with God and the peace in the street

Touch word woman see rapper dem a pree

I love bees in the trees and a coolin' breeze

From creation God in it

Life really comin' and I got to give it positivity

See the ying yang bling bling chargin' it

The enemy with the apple

See me step on this n***a get dark in it

God feel me God I'm the one Samuel

All prophet now morning residual maybe Mom

Take a Addy make it go away put it down

Make a know your peace get told to stop

Oh oof oh oof oh ts oh ts

Oh yeah diligent talkin' deals in a Hebrew court synagogue

Chosen one is he real

Israel ask God

I'm located in the sky get off me

I'm at risk this type of life is cost to me

One zero and below it get frosty

They try to lock me I done made dem car piece

I don't need a presidential

I ain't snitchin' gettin' out like Bob D

I can go run in for the presidential

No content I ain't content no not at all

Like glue shampah is it

She sorta cocky but this ain't no coca this is down sad is it

Mi come find di light run inna di dark like a marathon yuh see it

Man pull a dandelion cyaan f**k with disrespect not at all

Bring your mathematics when it come to trigonometry

N***a don't try it

Not at all

Not a callus but they call it my blood

I'ma fold like a new

Not at all

Rather have an exotic than a d**n Honda Accord

Not at all