My lyrics are like bad blow anyday,
Always askin' me, "how did he get that mad flow?"
Anyway I can
I'm in the band man,
I'm always new,
and never cookin' up in a fryin' pan.
Catch me in Louisianna,
Throwin' up my hands,
You can see me with that band,
Party up in-up in Atlanta.
It just began like a bad ballet,
And in my hands is that K-Bombay.
I press hard but I never foul play,
Cook w/cabernet you know that passion players say,
"You're on the inner circle?
Fuck it -
I'm on the outside roundin' up you suckers by the bucket."
?ou want to load it up against this white boy?
I hope you brought back more than a stirring cup of white noise.
You're like a paint can every day and night boy.
Like a tick-tick-tick-tock toy
Yeah them kids is already bored of you,
Up on the shelf back you go
Just a decoy, so...
If it snows, Snow Plow brought it on,
If it flow, then it's The White Whale floatin' up to Taiwan,
Like past the Sichuan,
Yo come-on Baby Black Swan,
Sift it out and out,
keep it pure for Exxon, Baby Fawn
We party every day, we keep it goin' on,
We keep it goin' on.
I never said I'd give you profound lyrics,
I said I'd flip you upside down and watch you bounce to it,
And so now you bounce to it.
from The Component
track released December 27, 2011
Recorded and Produced by The White Whale
Vocals by Snow Plow
Written by Kenneth Michael Shultz
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