[We Come In Peace.]

[We Come In Peace] Written, Composed C’cxell Soleïl Performed by Blū Tha Gürū I come in peace. I come in peace but, Since they want a war, I might as well obliterate with diplomatic Precision and lyrical assasination This is just a temporary placement, And you cannot stay here: (Chaos) You have been replaced with an alien Inside my brain He’s living rent free but Honestly, that’s A-Okay with me The motherfucker quiet, silent, even… –And we come in peace. I start hypnotic on an infrasonic rim, Then I go tectonic on a more melodic hyperbolic chamber; Lame –do you remember this: I am the chin! You keep on playing games with my head inside my room; I need a broom just to get rid of you– Oops, Floor sweep. Mantras on repeat I be: practice-the-secret What kind of garbage do you eat, kid? You must them crispy bacon red lips Cause you just keep lying through your teeth (Smoked!) But then, I’m kinda sweet, —And seven days a week, I just keep telling you what I think; But silently instead of violently And in a blink, I’ll have a billion trebled You are the weakest link Pass or fail And you fail again I’m gonna have to hold you back, Moby Dick Oh look, a whale again What do you fuckin eat, kid? (A bottom feeder feeding on a bottom feeder) You’re so weak. (And we—we come in peace) Slam bam, thank you ma’am Slam-bam Um— You mad, huh??? I come in peace. Slam bam, thank you ma’am Slam-bam Um— You mad, huh??? You try to tell yourself you’re cool, But it is just an act; who do you think you’re fooling? I wrote the play, so I’m am—let’s just say— Your stage coach Aces, So much time wasted I fuck around and could hang myself with laces, They said— Baseball: Now go pick up the bat You lazy troll and run that dog around the bases That is Savage But only ‘cause they’re savages, I ravage them, they’re average intelligence And fatter than this blunt My waist is snatched and I eat cabbage Breakfast-dinner-lunch I don’t have to walk my cat, but Jump! If you’re feeling froggy Oh wait, you can’t, You fat bitch. Ratchets, dammit! But every time they throw a tantrum, I cash in like Patel, I toy with them, Mattel I’m no snitch, but oh well… Must be a glitch Either the simulation went a bit corrupt Or they were sent from hell; I panic at the disco Cause you tried to ring my bell –Oh hell naw! That’s it, I’m madder than the hatter now You’re fatter than the rats that gather round the trash can, Bad man And even worse manners I need a fucking handler These animals are out of control Around here You must not get it! I’m getting richer Every time you talk your shit, sir Go ahead and draw me another picture, Cause my video was evidence And not a tik tok You must be mental (But I am too) Nice to meet you My name is Blū I’m your friend and neighbor, Or tried to be, but I’m getting rich off your jealousy, so Thank you Slam bam, thank you ma’am Slam-bam Um— You mad, huh??? Slam bam, thank you ma’am Slam-bam Um— You mad, huh??? I need a hard hat I’m under construction So you wanna throw a tantrum like a man? Then go a fuck yourself I’ve had enough of you You’re out of luck, heifer; This ain’t the fuckin projects– How the fuck did you get up here?! So nobody showed you got to operate a door, or what? You’re fucking horrible; I’m ugly, but girl you’re a fuckin slut. And under observation I the doctor have assessed That you’re not only obsessed with me, but also dealing with some heavy arrested development; Emotional immaturity even heavier than your daughter is, And that’s a lot; And to be fair I myself am elephant Remember every alchemist chemical I mixed Just to summon you Cause I made a lot of money off of you already (And another song) You must not get it! I’m getting richer Every time you talk your shit, sir Go ahead and draw me another picture, Cause my video was evidence And not a tik tok You must be mental (But I am too) Nice to meet you My name is Blū I’m your friend and neighbor, Or tried to be, but I’m getting rich off your jealousy, so Thank you Slam bam, thank you ma’am Slam-bam Um— You mad, huh??? You mad, huh??? You mad, huh??? Um… (-Blu.) © The Complex Collective [The Festival Project ™ ]