Self-righteous Spics (anthem) Lyrics - Arsonists

[Q] Forever united, we walkin this planet of gasses 

True to all my niggas till my life span passes 

[S] With the (shhh) sound of the pyro camp 

You's a fool if you try to get the Psycho amped 

[J] We could stomp, give it a loud clap {*clap clap, clap*} 

Champ chomp the competition, full back tackle 

ya quaterback 

[Q] We tight like ten virgins in a Porsche 

double parked car, Miagi's wax on technique 

couldn't block ours 

[S] Like dark scars, my fam stays on my skin 

beginning to never end 

there's many different ways I'ma win 

[J] My brain jiggle in pickled jars 

Brooknam phenomenan, Worf 

a lush in bars, black fingers splittin cigars 

[S] Shittin in bars with a crazed smell 

Lord praise Swel! 

'Cause time is 11:34 when I'ma raise hell 

and truly I'll react and you will get 

attacked world-wide 

My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back? 

[Q] No question, like, like.. The Roots 

without their drummer 

You step up in a relay, son you got ya'self a runner 

Targeting the government, you got ya'self a gunner 

We breakin through the surface 'cause we 

tunneled through the under 

[Chorus 2x:] 

In the club, we got it locked 

We, WOOOOH! 

Only if we should, then we rock 

We, WOOOOH! 

Rollin through ya hood or ya block 

We, WOOOOH! 

Louder! WOOOOH! 

Prouder! WOOOOH! 

[S] Remain calm, ladies on line because we gettin 

our game on, and anybody breakin up 

the hustle and they gone 

[Q] Like Schwarzenegger biceps, the family stay strong 

Nothin you can say wrong, we righteous 

speak the same slang 

Microphone spit unite us, love to all the fam 

and give a fuck who don't like us 

[J] We thorn coated our hearts, so I rock 

invisible horns 

Sworn heat raised deceased, got niggas screaming 

"Ya dead wrong!" Snatch the hoochies ice 

she's twice the chicken I am 

You ain't a playa, trade ya foodstamps 

Tell ya baby dad to buy 'em 

[S] Rollin with us, ain't no need to keep a low profile 

We could all go wild and keep the po-po out 

We can liven up the party, drink all up the Bacardi 

Dance and move ya bodies with hotties to Ladi-dadi 

[Q] +We don't cause trouble+, 'less you want the bubble 

popped double, what you gonna drop? Zepplin kid 

We gonna rock, Arsonists fam, global relatives 

connecting world-wide, thanks for pyromaniacs 

investin 

[J] Somebody gonna fry in here tonight! 

Too many niggas that like to fight, 

hang tight and that ain't right! 

(Chorus 2x)