Cartel Madras & Dom Dias - Fear & Loathing Lyrics

[Verse 1]Cut, cold, clean, on the precipice, perilousMaxim's ride on my eminenceSet your pride on my petulanceGet your life off my eleganceGet your mind off my— (Haha)Set your sights on my (Yaya)Pay your price, still get nadaCan't be bought, I'm the ballerCan't be taught, I'm a scholarBitch, I'm your fatherBooked them flights to NevadaLegacy built like ZapataBrought the armada, Armani or Prada?I can't afford neitherI was in school like, bitch, I'm the teacherCall me your leader or call to your pastI'm off the gas and I'm trippin'I'm on the task, never slippin'He's on my ass while I'm strippin'He's in the class, but I'm skippin'They callin' for me when he's missin'[Chorus]I'm gonna take what I takeBitches might call me a snakeBitch, I don't make a mistakeI'm gonna call out a fakeHe's gonna fall for the baitI'm gonna take what I takeBitches might call me a snakeBitch, I don't make a mistakeSomeone, please, for Heaven sakeIt look like these babies don't know how to play[Verse 2]Fear and loathin', Hunter SBlow his brains out, he's impressedHe's in the back and he's stressedI'm takin' his money and all of the restI got things to do, bitch, I'm the bestMake your moves, don't make a messHoldin' off 'til I cash the chequeYou can catch these hands if you try to pressChop lines in the Chennai heatWe got wine in these Chennai beatsI got mine on these Chennai streetsI rock shine, hit these Chennai sweetsI got him all rolled up in my Chennai sheetsLike, yeah, fuck your passé beatsI'm gonna find a new way to eatI sound like Freddie and Daveed and YeatsLook at my lips and my teeth (Rah)[Chorus]I'm gonna take what I takeBitches might call me a snakeBitch, I don't make a mistakeI'm gonna call out a fakeFake, he's gonna fall for the baitI'm gonna take what I takeBitches might call me a snakeBitch, I don't make a mistakeSomeone, please, for Heaven sakeIt look like these babies don't know how to play[Verse 3]Python, grippin' you for some diamondsAll of my power and press for my sirenBlack and blue EVA suit, I'm a titanBounty huntin' for some dick, I'm a— (Na-na)Burnin' orange in the mist for a— (La-la)Look at you and go, "Ooh"Bookin' gigs for the new eraLook at me and go, "Ah, ah, ah"Chop lines in the Chennai heatChop lines in the Chennai heatI said look at me and go—Chop lines in the Chennai heatYou should whine to these Chennai beatsI got mine on these Chennai streetsA new taste for this Chennai meatA new fear and loathin' for the beasts