Thunda Cats (feat. Dysphemic) - Thundamentals

Yo, I can

Stun a disbeliever just by writin' a song

The type to revitalise your vital signs by vibin' along

It’s that eye of the storm upon this mic, it’s like a

that’s right, I’m a don

M—m—m—mind's aligned with higher guidance, flyer than fighter pilots

I’m like a fire, light up the sky with the vibrance (pick it up now)

Completely known to leeches, bloodsuckers like to bite this

They finally succumb to gum diseases if they decide to try it

I’ll beat that buzzer beater (beater), off my sneaker (sneaker)

Once it’s clean enough I’m g’in' up the puffin' of the reefer

I love my cheeba at least as much as Cheech does

Indeed I’ll munch, I’m like a piece of fuckin' pizza

Stuff a preacher, I ain’t up for bluffin'

See I just begun to I dream of seekin' certainty

But if you feel it come to see us, my team runs procedures

On some heeby jeeby freak shit, my steez could stomp a genius

Sweet Jesus

You we are ultimate

We be the ultimate, there’s nothing close to it

For all my homies with a bone to pick

On that b—b—bogus shit get—get—get over it, yeah

You see we are ultimate

We be the ultimate, there’s nothing close to it

For all my homies with a bone to pick

On that b—b—bogus shit get—get—get over it, yeah

Ayo, we’re fresh, son, etching gringos name up on your windowpane

Jeswon, the opposite of a rapper that’s rockin' shit for brains

Gu—gu—gu—gu—guess what?

I have never been in this for the glitz and fame

No to whips and chains, survivin' off the minimum wage, we’re winnin' the race

A million different ways to end up in the same spot

So we take off just like the Doc, Emmett sayin', «Great Scott!»

Jet in the DeLorean, legends I’m applaudin'

Enthrallin' the audience with a performance

The panhandlin' paupers that manhandle the fraudulent

Fantabulous formulas, black magic for sorcerers

Puttin' an end to a whack rapper who poorly flips

Call it quits thanks to my cantankerous authorship

This moment of clarity cut through the cacophony

And suckers who drop it sloppy, not rockin' the spot properly

Honey’s are flockin' while these knobbies are cockblockin' me

Knockin' me (why?), 'cause obviously we’re hot property, yo

You see we are ultimate

We be the ultimate, there’s nothing close to it

For all my homies with a bone to pick

On that b—b—bogus shit get—get—get over it, yeah

You see we are ultimate

We be the ultimate, there’s nothing close to it

For all my homies with a bone to pick

On that b—b—bogus shit get—get—get over it, yeah

Yeah

I be the ultimate (ultimate)

We be the ultimate (ultimate)

Yeah

I be the ultimate (ultimate)

We be the ultimate (ultimate)