Self-Righteous Spics (Anthem) lyrics

Song information

Artist: Arsonists
Album: Date Of Birth

Lyrics

[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)

"I bet you made that up by yourself"