P.o.s. - Lock-Picks, Knives, Bricks and Bats lyrics

[Hook] I want to show them all that we can't be touched That we too out of hand and we move too much And we can take all that pressure Cause we don't want nothing at all Except for maybe some more of us Down here tucked tight Just as ready to pound as we are ready to fight And we don't want none of that We ain't even looking at y'all, nah [Verse 1] I'm looking through dirty lenses But so happy to be alive That d**h thinks I would ruin the vibe I'm not invited, I'm not crying Calling out crimes, acting in kind Not blindly, just looking for alignment We what's under the bed, the last threads Unrest in the flesh and restless Can't choose to stop us We some bad news maracas What's a law but a leash? Can't lock, got tools to pop those reckless And just out of your reach, happy underneath Mock fools and rock shows Checklist, treat them how they treat Goonish with a newer set of rules And a sharper set of teeth I'm a lion with the eyes on the meat Try defying any/all, highly motivated y'all You can hear it in the speech Aight! Motherf**er, see, I was born like this Pissed with a twist Raised in the Midwest where they hate with a grin Came of age thicker skinned, no contest Bigger smile on my f** off Didn't get in to win cause I don't respect the game I got up with all my friends and picked a repellent name I constantly recommend a little bit of disdain A little bit of resistance, they can hang I was a newjack trying to decide where I fit I got busy, I destroy the walls how I live Yeah, and they ain't got the balls Or the ovaries to get a f**ing grip So content to let it slip, hellbent, none held in Their story full of holes, some of y'all fell in How could I possibly offer up anything Except dissent? Get on the f**ing bus [Hook] I'm trying show them all that we can't be touched We too out of hand and we move too much And we can take all that pressure Cause we don't want nothing at all Except for maybe some more of us All here tucked tight Just as ready to pound as we are ready to fight And we don't want none of that And we ain't even looking at y'all There's a lot of f**ing pressure [Verse 2] Ain't no particular road, ain't no particular mission Only impossible goals, only defy definition They only temperatures cold Probably cause they only listen To everything that they told We critical kicking, thermometers hot We don't stay down, we keep watch We risk getting caught Better when running, ready or not It's all playground, it don't stop We risk getting caught Better at running, ready or not [Hook] We trying to show them all that we can't be touched We too out of hand and we move too much And we can take all the pressure Cause we don't want nothing at all Except for maybe some more of us Yeah, so where you at? Mixed in lock-picks, knives, bricks and bats And we can take all the pressure And we ain't even looking at y'all