Freestyle Fellowship Way Cool Lyrics

[Intro]
Play it cool...
And don't make no fast moves...
Play it cool...
And don't make no fast moves...
Play it cool...
And don't make no fast moves...
Play it cool...
And don't make no fast moves...
Do you really-really-really wanna play it cool?
You don't even know who we are!
Do you really-really-really wanna play it cool?
You don't even know who we are!
Do you really-really-really wanna play it cool?
You don't even know who we are!
Do you really-really-really wanna play it cool?
You don't even know who we are!

[Verse 1: Self Jupiter]
I ran in the house from the rain
Walked to the top of the stairs, then I turned
Looked at the room on the left
There she was, Her
Bang on the bed looking pretty but she burned
Snatched off the ring with a yank
Pulled out the shank and I dismembered her
Dancing around in the yard
Juggling jars full of souls (errr?)
Dump in the ditch in the back
Next to a shrub and a tree and a fern
Move from the friends that I planted underneath
Beneath were worms squirm
There was a storm that night
Flight from the rithering feather?
I stand stiff as if I was rest in peace decease
Please pass the lamb chop
Table full of dead people hitting the table
Is what perceived me

[Verse 2: Mikah 9]
Omens–
Black cats and cataracts
Dark omens–
Combing the sewer system for my victims
Mentally dicked 'em, contradict 'em
Stab in the back of the dome I be jabbin'
Steady blabbin'
Oh God, Mama, Jesus, Allah, Jah!
I didn't do nothing, I didn't see nothing
Oh, Grim Reaper
Mikah Ni-i-i-i-ine...
With steady body bag stuffin'
And where are all the children, gentlemen?
The devils are seen
The rebel regime
Detected community settlement
Six dead men
Six dead women
Six barbecue laser
Sautéed devils are done away
I run away at night
I live to fight another day
Despicable omens
Lots of bold folks too
One foot in, two foot in
I'm serving them a homo sapien stew

[Verse 3: P.E.A.C.E] Dinner time
Holla [?]
Four chicks maximum fillets
Funky and fried
Finger licking human chicken, breast, legs, thighs, thighs
This is where the world annual cannibal time, time
Yo man, how d'ya get the meat outta of there
Suck it and throw the bones in the bucket
Damn! That hit the spot satis-fine fine
Something you didn't test but not to contest
With the purest wickedness for the wicked sign...
I swarm in the center of the circle with style-change
Striking your brain, fingernail to the jugular vein
Half of dance floor is stained with type-O
Your body hits the floor, your homie catches a
E-L-bow to the throat let your body flow

[Verse 4: Aceyalone]
Well I sat in the back of the radio shack
With the axe and a fat sack, hat to the back
Could have jacked, could have sold crack, could've rat packed
Could've napped, could've slowed back, could've rolled craps
Could it fall flat back like a flap jack stack
But I'm black and an acrobat, and I know the facts
Imma wax, Imma tax, I'mma break a back!
Gotta rap, gotta trap, then I gotta strap
On the track on attack and I'm on a map
Sick of the crap, listen to the gat, bang
Yakety yak don't talk wack
Slick like a alley cat dirty like a rat
First up to bat, headed for the shack
I ring along and sing along and bring'em like a pack
Fresh off the rack, giving the body slack
I greet him like a soldier, and beat him with my gat
And then I go walking through another man's mind
Chopping up his membrane sliding down his spine
Under his skin is crawling, germy, jellies moving blind
Burning smelling turning creole
With the weight of world swine?
You're slow, every breathe a take you defecate and hurl
I'm in you, I spin you continue I see you
Can't you hear me gnawing
And sawing your bone
An end on a feeding internal bleeding foam
Full-blown, creepy, crazy
Cool

[Outro (x4)]
Turning around and around, my darling
Turning around and around...