Tear The Roof Off (feat. Watsky)

Uh
 Tell 'em what it is, hit 'em with the manifesto
 When I write every pen strokes like a fresco
 That is sprawled on the walls of your mental
 You ain't get the memo, shit
 Better check mate 'cause I'm making moves like a chess pro
 Free My Mind like En Vogue
 'Cause I'ma fucking Hail Mary that is caught in the end zone
 No strings attached from the get-go
 I'm real, boy like the wish of Geppetto
 Shit man, I was born a rebel
 Been playing this game way before Nintendo
 Ever since I could record a demo
 Makin' a mic out of a corded headphone
 Got bars locked down with a recorded to release
 To make it big from the pen like Gordon Gecko
 When the beat bass leave 'em on the zemo
 I killed that bitch with a Jordan-esque flow
 And as sure as that go
 Ride around the planet quicker than a fucking soaring jet goes
 Keep getting louder like more crescendo
 The hands of the crowd are now horns of devils
 I'm amped now, never had doubts so don't back down
 Charge the track so hard it's a black out
 As we drift, as we float
 We are high in outer space
 If you're hip to the code
 We gon' fly the fuck away
 This that shit that you know
 Got you wylin' off your face
 Oh yeah (yeah)
 Oh yeah (yeah)
 Yo, one life to live, one love to give
 You know we got it sorted
 Two hands to build, oh man that's real
 You know that's fucking gorgeous
 Every second is precious
 And life is but a dance
 So here's your chance
 To tear the fucking roof off
 Big Macca is in beast mode
 It's B.n.E. and my team glows
 I stay up just to make love
 To that paint brush, and give 'em heat strokes
 I'm a speed boat down a ski slope
 Sippin' miso, puffin' weed smoke
 All g'd up, 'cause our VW's
 That one with a candy apple green coat
 As far as dreams go, I'm sweet bro
 My fam is all I need, yo
 I'ma stick it in your brain, just to fuck with your cerebral
 On cloud nine's where my fleet floats
 I got kilo's of that free hope
 It's Friday and in my brain
 I don't give a fuck about no Deebo
 Let me tell you about my steelo
 I'm like Ne-Yo verse Magneto
 Having lightening fights at frightening heights
 On the top of Jesus in Rio
 I'm Han Solo mixed with CeeLo
 Smoke Greedo on the D-Low
 And when Macca spits I'm immaculate
 'Cause I can decode the human genome
 As we drift, as we float
 We are high in outer space
 If your hip to the code
 We gon' fly the fuck away
 This that shit that you know
 Got you wylin' off your face
 Oh yeah, (yeah)
 Oh yeah (yeah)
 Yo, one life to live, one love to give
 You know we got it sorted
 Two hands to build, oh man that's real
 You know that's fucking gorgeous
 Every second is precious
 And life is but a dance
 So here's your chance
 To tear the fucking roof off
 Sad violinists when I sold their violas
 Mad like a hippie when you stole their granola
 In the desert lookin' for a cold cherry cola
 Life's hard like a cold areola, my
 Thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm
 I think, therefore I amputate arms
 I'm not always a man with great charm
 But I'll be there like the man from State Farm
 I'm dedicated to getting better
 Like meth-heads are dedicated to finding methods of getting faded
 Defecated on microphones on every state in the land
 So I better be scrubbing up before you're shaking my hand
 I'm making a stand, put me in a jam I hang tough
 Scram when I break my handcuffs
 And I will shake every snake, every soft fake motherfucker off like flakes of dandruff
 Because my back is a staircase, I get up in their face
 And give 'em a rare taste of genuine bear mace
 If you're in my airspace I'm shooting you down
 If you think you're king, I'm surgically removing the crown
 I'm movin' around, have some trouble choosin' a town
 'Cause when I move I never lose any ground
 At any given moment it's hard to really tell at what city I dwell
 Find me in Philly bangin' my head on the Liberty bell
 heart boulevard
 You're looking hard, Watsky and B.n.E
 Never caught being seen where the rookies are
 Luke Skywalker, hand caught in a cookie jar
 And now that the day's before me
 Gonna go out in a blaze of glory
 Savour the phases, the crazy, insane
 And then tell an amazing story
 Yeah, B.n.E and Watsky
 From one geezer to another
 Legend
 
 Uh
 Tell 'em what it is, hit 'em with the manifesto
 When I write every pen strokes like a fresco
 That is sprawled on the walls of your mental
 You ain't get the memo, shit
 Better check mate 'cause I'm making moves like a chess pro
 Free My Mind like En Vogue
 'Cause I'ma fucking Hail Mary that is caught in the end zone
 No strings attached from the get-go
 I'm real, boy like the wish of Geppetto
 Shit man, I was born a rebel
 Been playing this game way before Nintendo
 Ever since I could record a demo
 Makin' a mic out of a corded headphone
 Got bars locked down with a recorded to release
 To make it big from the pen like Gordon Gecko
 When the beat bass leave 'em on the zemo
 I killed that bitch with a Jordan-esque flow
 And as sure as that go
 Ride around the planet quicker than a fucking soaring jet goes
 Keep getting louder like more crescendo
 The hands of the crowd are now horns of devils
 I'm amped now, never had doubts so don't back down
 Charge the track so hard it's a black out
 As we drift, as we float
 We are high in outer space
 If you're hip to the code
 We gon' fly the fuck away
 This that shit that you know
 Got you wylin' off your face
 Oh yeah (yeah)
 Oh yeah (yeah)
 Yo, one life to live, one love to give
 You know we got it sorted
 Two hands to build, oh man that's real
 You know that's fucking gorgeous
 Every second is precious
 And life is but a dance
 So here's your chance
 To tear the fucking roof off
 Big Macca is in beast mode
 It's B.n.E. and my team glows
 I stay up just to make love
 To that paint brush, and give 'em heat strokes
 I'm a speed boat down a ski slope
 Sippin' miso, puffin' weed smoke
 All g'd up, 'cause our VW's
 That one with a candy apple green coat
 As far as dreams go, I'm sweet bro
 My fam is all I need, yo
 I'ma stick it in your brain, just to fuck with your cerebral
 On cloud nine's where my fleet floats
 I got kilo's of that free hope
 It's Friday and in my brain
 I don't give a fuck about no Deebo
 Let me tell you about my steelo
 I'm like Ne-Yo verse Magneto
 Having lightening fights at frightening heights
 On the top of Jesus in Rio
 I'm Han Solo mixed with CeeLo
 Smoke Greedo on the D-Low
 And when Macca spits I'm immaculate
 'Cause I can decode the human genome
 As we drift, as we float
 We are high in outer space
 If your hip to the code
 We gon' fly the fuck away
 This that shit that you know
 Got you wylin' off your face
 Oh yeah, (yeah)
 Oh yeah (yeah)
 Yo, one life to live, one love to give
 You know we got it sorted
 Two hands to build, oh man that's real
 You know that's fucking gorgeous
 Every second is precious
 And life is but a dance
 So here's your chance
 To tear the fucking roof off
 Sad violinists when I sold their violas
 Mad like a hippie when you stole their granola
 In the desert lookin' for a cold cherry cola
 Life's hard like a cold areola, my
 Thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm
 I think, therefore I amputate arms
 I'm not always a man with great charm
 But I'll be there like the man from State Farm
 I'm dedicated to getting better
 Like meth-heads are dedicated to finding methods of getting faded
 Defecated on microphones on every state in the land
 So I better be scrubbing up before you're shaking my hand
 I'm making a stand, put me in a jam I hang tough
 Scram when I break my handcuffs
 And I will shake every snake, every soft fake motherfucker off like flakes of dandruff
 Because my back is a staircase, I get up in their face
 And give 'em a rare taste of genuine bear mace
 If you're in my airspace I'm shooting you down
 If you think you're king, I'm surgically removing the crown
 I'm movin' around, have some trouble choosin' a town
 'Cause when I move I never lose any ground
 At any given moment it's hard to really tell at what city I dwell
 Find me in Philly bangin' my head on the Liberty bell
 heart boulevard
 You're looking hard, Watsky and B.n.E
 Never caught being seen where the rookies are
 Luke Skywalker, hand caught in a cookie jar
 And now that the day's before me
 Gonna go out in a blaze of glory
 Savour the phases, the crazy, insane
 And then tell an amazing story
 Yeah, B.n.E and Watsky
 From one geezer to another
 Legend