Rightfully So - Sandpeople

Yo, all fifth-dimensional motherfuckers

Only lizards, please (Drink some blood with me)

Sorry, sir, you’re a human

Step to the back of the lizard

Thunderthief, Sandpeople, motherfucker

Yo

The argument is whether or not guns kill, I’m sure they do

I hide one behind my eyes just to murder you

My steely gaze is the way that my asserted view

Makes it through the chambers of my heart that it’s converted through

The barrel of my chest, it ain’t straight vertical

I’m sharper than the stainless-steel blade made surgical

My mind cuts through time like rusted pipes

I throw up blood through old veins that made you lethargical

Some people wanna talk shit about my wordy crew

The only sound you make are the screams when we’re hurting you

We stay grimy as fuck, we’re like a dirty zoo

You say you spit clean, but detergent’s never heard of you

You got no steez, you ain’t no Thunderthieves

You claim to be underground, but you’re just asleep, under me

I wonder how you fucking clowns still stuck around

I seen a better live show from black holes and tumbleweeds

Fuck y’all bitch cunts, you bleed once monthly

Rap about your gold fronts, y’all live on front street

You and presidents only live in the same country

My style’s so hard you’ll break your hands when you punch me

I’m a paradox like Jay-Z sharing rocks

Spread across the grill of a Franciscan monk’s teeth

You assume, but you got it backwards

This was supposed to be a 32, but I’m only 23

Aye, aye

Tell ‘em about the fucking golf shoes, son

They say we’re arrogant, yea, rightfully so

Killing motherfuckers, going right for their throat

We’ll take your air again, rightfully choke

Y’all can’t fuck with the Sandpeople

Sandpeople

Motherfuckers

Aye, come here so I can slap the fuck out you real quick

SP

What you know about Only and Ill?

We’ll put a hole in your grill

Then we’ll see if your fucking homies are real

Gaurantee

He ain’t got the cojones and squeals

Now life has made him a faggot wearing chonies in jail, bitch

You’re known to be frail and posted for bail quick

I snuck dro in my cell and rolled up an L, shit

And now I’m high as hell

I don’t drop dimes or tell

I like to sell to clientele until the prices swell

That ain’t financially sound, listen chief

Your opinion might actually count if you think

My camp’ll be crowned, considered kings

Now kiss the rings, grabby the sticky green and triple beam

I got a business scheme

It’s kinda interesting

You swear your clique is mean

But you look more like a little league women’s team

Soon as we hit the scene

I leave you dripping like the kitchen sink

And I don’t think this ratchet’s gonna fix the leak

It’s only making it worse, we hang on the curb

While you praying in church, ain’t no saving this Earth

My homie took a change for the worst

If he wasn’t taking your purse

He was banging on turf, slanging them birds

Yea, it’s sad, but that’s the way that we learn

And won’t change ‘til the day that we lay in the dirt

We won’t beg

I’m made

I’ma take what I’ve earned, it’s okay

We won’t wait while you’re taking your turn, there’s no way

So, pack your luggage up

You can’t fuck with us

Your wack production sucks

I haven’t stuttered once

They say we’re arrogant, yea, rightfully so

Kill a motherfucker, going right for their throat

We’ll take your air again, yup, rightfully choke

Y’all can’t fuck with the Sandpeople

Choking babies

Drinking fucking blood from lizards that are fifth-dimensional

Sandpeople, Thunderthief