Air 'Em Out

Lyrics

(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on)
 Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
 Cause it ain't nobody dead, yeah
 We who are about to bang them drums (Bang)
 Beatin' on a dead body ridin' shotgun
 Talkin' that shit, bitch bite your tongue
 See that ship over your city, better run, run
 Your war is like a board game where it come from
 Already bored, claiming your gang
 "Pyong!" go the gun, boy he on some other shit
 Check your solar system bitch
 Don't let a motherfucker catch you sleepin' at the wrong sun (Wrong sun)
 Son the haters, send 'em into orbit
 Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it's they purpose
 Turned and asked your partner why he started acting nervous (Brrat!)
 Keep talking, that's lip service
 Rats decided it was time to hit the surface
 Cats sleepin' on it, write 'em off like cursive
 Drown a fuckin' hater, his experience immersive
 Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up
 Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it
 Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
 Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
 Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe)
 Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
 Air 'em out (Wanna see)
 Air 'em out (No)
 Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
 Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
 Try to play it killer soft like silk (Salt)
 Old frail gas gotta play for the milk
 Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party
 Where they got up in they o's like some fuckin' Oankali
 Whips and chains, [?] game like it was in bulk
 Back when a mack could slang
 With his partners tryna make his fuckin' name in the traps
 All the way from [?] to the Kefahuchi tract
 Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back
 If somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back back
 Back back, back back, stack racks, invisible
 Five deep, strap hangin' out a black dirigible
 Playin' shit is critical, masses massive
 Masked mass murderer, mastiff
 Barking at the moon that done been walked on, hit the kill switch
 Your ass done movin' backwards when they choke you with that real trick
 Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it
 Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
 Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
 Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe)
 Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
 Air 'em out (Wanna see)
 Air 'em out (No)
 Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
 Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
 Come up off your smooth talk, playa this raspy
 You stuck on Morse code, playa this ASCII
 Your birthright make you scared to get nasty
 The keyword is Kemmer, that's what your ass need
 Anybody buggin' get it in the mandible, shit
 Got a problem, better hit 'em on they ansible
 Ain't nobody flyin' just because they fly here
 You could trip sets, real playas trip lightyears
 Tightrope time, twinkle toes and what?
 Is you ridin' or not? Everybody's hands up
 Who they want? (Who they want?)
 Game over (Game over)
 Ol' leech callin' anyone who ain't sober
 Old leakin' ass man in the corner
 Talkin' that shit to the sky is a warnin'
 You might wanna pay attention what he sayin'
 Cause the Ekumen ain't everything and these killas ain't playin', ho!
 Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it
 Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
 Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
 Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe)
 Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
 Air 'em out (Wanna see)
 Air 'em out (No)
 Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
 Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on, ride on, ride on)
 (Ride on)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:50
Key
10
Tempo
91 BPM

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