Lock-picks, Knives, Bricks And Bats

I want to show them all that we can't be touched

That we too out of hand and we move too much

And we can take all that pressure

Cause we don't want nothing at all

Except for maybe some more of us

Down here tucked tight

Just as ready to pound as we are ready to fight

And we don't want none of that

We ain't even looking at y'all, nah

I'm looking through dirty lenses

But so happy to be alive

That death thinks I would ruin the vibe

I'm not invited, I'm not crying

Calling out crimes, acting in kind

Not blindly, just looking for alignment

We what's under the bed, the last threads

Unrest in the flesh and restless

Can't choose to stop us

We some bad news maracas

What's a law but a leash?

Can't lock, got tools to pop those reckless

And just out of your reach, happy underneath

Mock fools and rock shows

Checklist, treat them how they treat

Goonish with a newer set of rules

And a sharper set of teeth

I'm a lion with the eyes on the meat

Try defying any/all, highly motivated y'all

You can hear it in the speech

Aight! Motherfucker, see, I was born like this

Pissed with a twist

Raised in the Midwest where they hate with a grin

Came of age thicker skinned, no contest

Bigger smile on my fuck off

Didn't get in to win cause I don't respect the game

I got up with all my friends and picked a repellent name

I constantly recommend a little bit of disdain

A little bit of resistance, they can hang

I was a newjack trying to decide where I fit

I got busy, I destroy the walls how I live

Yeah, and they ain't got the balls

Or the ovaries to get a fucking grip

So content to let it slip, hellbent, none held in

Their story full of holes, some of y'all fell in

How could I possibly offer up anything

Except dissent? Get on the fucking bus

I'm trying show them all that we can't be touched

We too out of hand and we move too much

And we can take all that pressure

Cause we don't want nothing at all

Except for maybe some more of us

All here tucked tight

Just as ready to pound as we are ready to fight

And we don't want none of that

And we ain't even looking at y'all

There's a lot of fucking pressure

Ain't no particular road, ain't no particular mission

Only impossible goals, only defy definition

They only temperatures cold

Probably cause they only listen

To everything that they told

We critical kicking, thermometers hot

We don't stay down, we keep watch

We risk getting caught

Better when running, ready or not

It's all playground, it don't stop

We risk getting caught

Better at running, ready or not

We trying to show them all that we can't be touched

We too out of hand and we move too much

And we can take all the pressure

Cause we don't want nothing at all

Except for maybe some more of us

Yeah, so where you at?

Mixed in lock-picks, knives, bricks and bats

And we can take all the pressure

And we ain't even looking at y'all