Rooster Teeth Productions - Camp Camp Rap lyrics

You never seen nothing like this before (What?) When the lights in the house crash down With the sound of respect and pride For east side Where the motherf**ers Try to slide a ride And find out it's the turn of the tide So keep it real if you feel what the f**ing deal has dropped Gunshot that will stop your motherf**ing heart like BOOM When I enter the room And see the stage start to shake And quake I'm gonna motherf**ing break this house down Bring it back to the floor f**ing begging for more Till I score like a pedal Pushing down through the metal Causing trouble in the treble when the Ba** is racing to a too fast (Woo) Motherf**ing pace This is the time Not their time, our time Mother f**ing time to shine Like a diamond buried in the sh** Of a prick, legit still picking through The ashes left by the sick Unwell hellbent spellbent Thinking time is well spent On these raps we all f**ing resent Making what you can't Like a can of canned plans Jumbled up Bundled up Like a mother f**ing camp camp What? Generic rap stuff (You all know what it is) Yo I build the streets but I don't cross 'em Look both ways, left and right (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When the lights in the house crash down With the sound of respect and pride For east side Where the motherf**ers Try to slide a ride And find out it's the turn of the tide So keep it real if you feel what the f**ing deal has dropped Gunshot that will stop your motherf**ing heart like Prepare for the future A new revolution It's cool as blue So called the motherf**ing crew like Hey Reaching out saving the day Like a superman Swoopin' in Taking out who's stooping in The murder of rap As an art of fact Like an artifact We're all taking back It's the end of an era Like a lyrical terror Being put down Shook down Bringing back the talent now It's time to remember Who's here to surrender A motherf**ing wave of sh** is gonna end here It's time to strike. It's time to rise And realize it's the turn of the tide It's time to strike. It's time to rise And realize it's the turn of the tide (Yeah) b**h motherf**er stay away from me Take a hit from this motherf**ing symphony Pop pop that's the sound it'll make when you drop Motherf**ers rolling out Go to b**h jail