Air Timpani - Phat

anotherr quickie. beat drops, bass kickin/ i'll leave it burnt in an oven like a jewish holocaust victim/ pistons comin out, overload, flip switch nitrous/ bye bitch, computer crash, no virus/ pit stop, once again check the flow/ mark up your western hemisphere like christopher columbus/ bars burnin up, i got firestone tires/ stick nails on the track, so my hatas go retire/ annihilate, demolish, abolitionists/ cause these fuckers are my slaves, they do errands on my list/ so, when you're on my chains, there is no talking back/ spit crap, get smacked, take a whippin to the ass/ my boys and i, are friendly as can be/ air timpani's jammin as hard as it can be/ so, when hatas turn fans run and jump right on my dick/ ya'll fuckers nonbelievers, ya'll was fuckin heretic/