Plane Gang - Akrobatik, Ed O.G, Termanology

I been on my raw shit, my oh shit, my killer tall shit

With the Plane Gang, boomerang tosses

Fantastic four-ces flowing like faucets

A bunch of F you’s abusing artists

All this is is optimist forming

Competition is boring, yawning

Y’all in no position to forget your mittens

When the fingers in the oven, Dan Gloving

Racist with the standard headhunting

Dammit I be bugging, pandemonium loving

Plan to blow a bug then reduce us to

Imposters, posse of the four-headed monsters

Yeah Plane Gang the team who you respect

We stay above the clouds like Preme, Guru and Deck

I brutalize you little guys that’s new to the set

Unless you true to the vets, this is how crucial it gets

We giving hip-hop protection like the feudalist set

And in return all we ask is come through and respect

The message that the song is meant to give

I’m with my city’s strongest representatives

Infinity bars how long we’re meant to live

Immortal techniques, we’re born to let our raps speak

You know how the story go, the ageless primordial

Champs you can’t handle here

Dropping jewels on you like a chandelier

The quiet killer like a panda bear

Plane Gang maintain the bang

Gold chain gang, spit slang to spit game

Is whip flames with fangs, vampire shit here

Scary story campfire shit

You turnt up, I don’t get that high

No style, SkyMiles, you don’t get that fly

You a wildcard, you don’t get that buy

I’m a stand up dude, you a sit down guy

Edo’s the nigga for it, ill 16s with ill chorus

Giving rappers all rigarmortis

The hare against the tortoise, we restore this

Carry torches building a fortress

Passport, Plane Gang T

First things first, free Wais the P-I-M-P

Thank God for my necklace

And thank God for giving me the heart to protect it, I’m reckless

Big tit grabber, big tip leaver

Bedroom bully, hotel trasher

Fuck 'em 'til they gasping like I ain’t got asthma

Asperine gon' be needed after this trashing

Me, I’m on my second passport, the first one’s a wrap

More stamps than the post office, stop it

Rolled up so high to the TSA

They said, «Where you flying, son?»

I said, «up, up and away»

Representing for the East Coast

Reks, Akrobatik, Edo G, Termanology

The grind don’t stop, aim for the sky

The grind don’t stop, aim for the sky

Yeah, Eastern Standard Time got the people all standing in line

Just to see skills, I’m brandishing mine

All the knockoffs’ll vanish in time

Over the banister, they fall short like Tyrian Lanister

Game of Thrones chance with the asswhooping for amateurs

In a foreign land with the band of lyrical bandits

A view that’s a panoramic nobody can handle us

We animals, the Eastern standard slang as the beat bang

Edo, Termanology, my momma proud of me

Reks, Ak, them my dudes solemnly

Now follow me, my balls hang, no skinnys

Y’all stepping over dollars to make pennies

I hit the stage with the greatest performers you ever seen

Army fatigues but you can never call me fatigued

You know the breath control is so cold

Follow the flow, that’s why we the greatest that’s unknown

Representing for the East Coast

Reks, Akrobatik, Edo G, Termanology

The grind don’t stop, aim for the sky

The grind don’t stop, aim for the sky

Representing for the East Coast

Reks, Akrobatik, Edo G, Termanology

The grind don’t stop, aim for the sky

The grind don’t stop, aim for the sky