Lasers

[Verse 1] Get back to bass kicks that boom to get your face lift And vibrations in the kicks like K-Swiss Its laced with hi-hats to speed it up Then breaks and 808's will slow it down like matrix Break it down complex like David Blaine tricks And leave it to Air Dubai to take it back to basics Criticize the lasers, a stupid illusion But put it all together and it's musical fusion Folks say Air Dubai is like immaculate conception Put it all together and it's actual perfection We come through only to make a statement So we make hits before it's back to the recession A show with us is like a borealic light show A hundred thousand watts and it isn't a typo Fiending all the lights showing up in different flavors See the DJ, tell him we need more lasers, so [Hook] Tell the girls at the front of the stage That drinks are on me grab another cold drank (cold drank) Tell the bouncers at the back of the room To let everybody in that they have to get through (get through) Tell the sound guy that I need more bass Cause I've been more hyped up since I've been in fourth grade Tell the bartender I don't need more chasers Tell the DJ that I need more lasers [Verse 2] Yo, I'm a global mogul slash soulful coastal coaster The definition of a legend trophy holder Slight cocky with an iron fist grip Come equipped pen-tipped with a venomous drip Call me the rhyme-slayer critic of common culture Develop a style so poisonous I might insult ya Exalt the American Arabic Flow so fiasco I'm American terrorist Mechanical animal with a cannibal mandible I'm a vandal unstandable I'll develop a channel full Spit kicker the iller figure how could they handle you I contest wackness, I will dismantle you Flava Flav rappers with the nappiest style Soul singers will "oooh" and "aaah" like "I'm feeling you child" Hand out tablets like pamphlets for all the ravers And tell the DJ that we need more lasers, so [Hook] [Bridge] (More lasers, more and more lasers) Tell the DJ that I need more lasers (More lasers, more and more lasers) Tell the DJ that I need more lasers (More lasers, more and more lasers) Tell the DJ that I need more lasers (More lasers, more and more lasers) Tell the DJ that I need more lasers I drop lyrical disasters on demand like it's comcast Feel it in Japan like a nuclear bomb blast Nagasaki bombs down, cold as saki bombs Round one, round two, or however the song sound I live it by the words beats chronic and red cup life Passing out drunk from Pabst and sippy-cup nights Sip me up lady like I'll never be right again Tripping off euphoria like swallowing vicodin Okay, now I'm back in it, sick flows I'm adamant Concentrated rhymes like UPS I'm packing it Ink flows like Bic pens, hot shit like pig pens I'll rip you up and tell you the time like I was Big Ben Just give a little bit of time, bass, compositions full of abstracts Looking for that heat, well Dubai is where the crack's at Fat sacks of the illest on the planet Wordplay from Oz, and Rhias the mic bandit, so [Hook] [Outro] (More lasers, more and more lasers) Tell the DJ that I need more lasers (More lasers, more and more lasers) Tell the DJ that I need more lasers (More lasers, more and more lasers) Tell the DJ that I need more lasers (More lasers, more and more lasers) Tell the DJ that I need more lasers