Satellite High - Vibrations Are Good; Actually Not Feelin' Em lyrics

[Hook: Satellite High] How you kick it when you got no legs? How you spit when you got no voice? Can't change nothing about this man This is my sh** kid you, ain't got no choice Why you silent when you should make noise? Why you quiet when you should get loud? Why you silent when you should make noise? Why you quiet when you should get loud? [Verse 1: Satellite High] I'm on the honor roll This dude is on a roll And those are h*mophones that's super f**ing common, yo So call it college rap, but did I go to college? No Don't matter what you call it, kid you f**ing bought it though What's a comet, yo? Lie like that Apollo show and And y'all are home alone, alone for homes is h*mophones So call em h*mophones, don't matter what you call it man Don't say no h*mo, though, I'm hot under the collar fam Sweat adobo, drink tequila out the bottle and My pilot auto, I'm a jump it like the throttle can And keep it freezing like there's ice inside my body man My sh** be Robin Hood and y'all Sheriffs of Nottingham Don't matter what you call it Call it what you f**ing will And I'm a dash and leave my enemies the f**ing bill Don't think I wouldn't You don't know me and I f**ing will Got people jacking how I do it cause the flow is [beep] [Hook: Satellite High] [Verse 2: Satellite High] Sharp like the creases on a new shirt Only move crooked, Q*bert Want to try to f** around, man, you'll hurt Dudes doing Cobain like the new Kurt I'm Stuart, rock Kiplinger Got you spinning on my finger like a rip stinger Cranberries, how I let it linger Telling Trailer Park Boys I'm a sh**-bringer No time for reality, I wreck tracks Straight pumping out a beat, this a s** act Blessed with a real live intellect that connects even if you take the text back Mexican poo when I spit real hot and this rap tight Strong grip, hanging on: Stalactite Clawing at your face, it's a cat fight Terminator leave a crater at the blast site (boom) Your clothes, your boots, your bike Keep it real hard, man, f** what you like Kids love how I shut down the mic Surgery at home when I cut on the mic Y'all clowns, saying “What's what!” on the mic Rhymes that sound like your bu*t on the mic Get slammed, doors shut on the mic When the sound man mad, just cutting the mic And I k** it, Charles Dutton the mic Bound up tight, King Tut on the mic Even in Bizarre Worlds nothing is right Satellite got something you like, all right I keep it moving Keep them shuffling Right out through the doors, something Dude's better back off when I'm hunting Got the watch cap and the bull dog grunting [Hook: Satellite High]