Song Lyrics

Eh yo, action, reaction
Addition, subtraction
Eh yo actions, reactions, additions, subtractions
Crews split the factions, split the fractions
E-mail, celly talk, 2-way, faxes
Rap boldgers love, just ask the axis
Relax, listen to what your ears say
Don't believe the hearsay, or what peers say
You fuckin' with entrepreneurs an' rhyme wars
Marked up passports and world wide tours
But still bangin' outta cars I'm sure
All the heads that cop our shit, work the pure
You kick a little somethin', but the crowd wants more
I kick a smorgasbord that could feed the poor
I learned to spit raps, brace for kick back, an' drip wax
Some of the illest on slip mats
Cy Young pitchin', catch the transmission
Swollen membership on the Cali to Van mission

Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation
We come to bring the celebration

The war on paper, bombs an' smoke vapors
Blowin' up and out, goin' up a belt
Watch the formula, shadows and corridors
We haven't slept yet, my eyes are blood shot
An' when the drums drop, that's the fun part
Snare and snipe you out here it's a street fight
Let the beat ride, black market midnight
Attack a stack of amps like a pit vipe
So many bones get broken in the rib shack
That's where I live at, you watch the kick back
RPM's, back seats and engine blocks
I got my tail pipe, stuck up in the glove box
All our songs rock, Dr. Molotov
Clear bottle, call the dogs off
At the borders, and at the airport
We shoot straight an' know exactly what to aim for

Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation
We come to bring the celebration

Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation
We come to bring the celebration

Eh yo, we spread like a virus, Mad, Prev and Iris
Never ask if you can dig it, like Cyrus
Shadow boxing, got a killer silhouette
Even when we open crowd we likely to rock the iller set
Feel us yet? You romper room boppers
Ain't catchin' half the shit I say until the mornin' after
This shit is evil on pause, don't have to play it backwards
This was made from stacks of cash from underneath my mattress
While most of y'all are just a bunch of fuckin' actors
Flexible, suckin' your own dick for practice
Actors, if I can't get a chance to put my claim on it
You smoked about a thousand pounds with my name on it
Free medical and dental plan
I'm on 6 figures bitch, you drive a rental van
Smokin' weed in coffee shops, strippers suck for dough
Talk to me about the border, I'm like "F*ck You!" bro

Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation
We come to bring the celebration

Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation
We come to bring the celebration

Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation
We come to bring the celebration

Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation
We come to bring the celebration

Shane Bunting, Craig Lanciani

The duration of Rpm is 4:01 minutes and seconds.