(Verse 1)
My name is SC Static I’m from the middle of Bumble Funk
Where we gotta bunch of drugs and everybody’s fuckin’ up
Ladies with bubble butts, punks tryna knuckle up
Fake tough guys throwing blind side upper cuts
Beer muscles equals false found confidence
And everybody talks shit, small town politics
Could give a shit bitch, keeping the splits lit
Bunch of hooligan misfits, looking for mischief
We got feins and FED’s and teens on meds
We got reefer heads and the best weed connects
We got dro for the whole summer, doe driven dro smugglers
Hope missing dope lovers, coke sniffin’ nose runners
Crash our party and happily get your ass kicked
Add some freakin’ excitement acting enthusiastic
Running from the cops, they’re too slow won’t catch me
Sprinting through the woods like “Lay Off The Donuts Fatty”
(Hook)
Cause their ain’t much to do chillin’ up in the outskirts
At any moment we’re due for another outburst
Like fuck authority, we’re making them disturbed
It’s getting a little boring so we’re shaking up the burbs
My name is Static, I’m from the middle of Bumble Funk
Where we gotta bunch of drugs and everybody’s fuckin’ up
So get some dubs and some nug, leave it crumbled up
Roll two blunts into one, call it double dutch
(Verse 3)
Ayo we all that, we got skittle snacks and tar wax
It’s raw rap, mixed with wiffle ball bats and straw hats
So fall back, leaving miss scorched, destroy shit
Keeping the torch lit for more cigs and oil rigs
Us Orange County Goons always into lots of shit
Telling us to do one thing we’ll probably do the opposite
Ain’t a limit to what we’re doing to get cash
The type that went to school just to booze through gym class
I’m getting blazed playing ball on the court
I get the pass, try to dribble, trip fall on the floor
They call me dork, like fuck it I’ma go and write some poems again
I’m sorry Momma I don’t know when I be home again
We in the city sticking out like sour thumb wiggers
Broadway smoking broad day with my one hitter
So take a drag of this compact concoction
Just Static and James spazing on the track with Roxpin
(Hook)
Cause their ain’t much to do chillin’ up in the outskirts
At any moment we’re due for another outburst
Like fuck authority, we’re making them disturbed
It’s getting a little boring so we’re shaking up the burbs
My name is Static, I’m from the middle of Bumble Funk
Where we gotta bunch of drugs and everybody’s fuckin’ up
So get some dubs and some nug, leave it crumbled up
Roll two blunts into one, call it double dutch
(Verse 3)
Man I’ve been reppin’ this valley for 12 years
Felt love, felt hate, heartbreak and felt tears
Yeah, destroyed fears as I haunted my past
Put my persona on the track and gave you all that I had
But you can wish harm, stay bitter and diss
Cause my purpose and messages are way bigger than this
All from imagination that’s sketched on paper
So you can be down with it now, or you can catch on later
Never lent me a hand or dealt care
So peace Adios cause my fans are elsewhere
Such as Australia, Brazil, and Japan
Gotta find a way to reach my fans there if I can
So the plan’s to be rewarded while showin’ no pity
Cause a prophet is never supported in his own city
So I ain’t mad I’ve already forgotten half of you
And I’m a keep on rappin’ till Static is international
(Hook)
Cause their ain’t much to do chillin’ up in the outskirts
At any moment we’re due for another outburst
Like fuck authority, we’re making them disturbed
It’s getting a little boring so we’re shaking up the burbs
My name is Static, I’m from the middle of Bumble Funk
Where we gotta bunch of drugs and everybody’s fuckin’ up
So get some dubs and some nug, leave it crumbled up
Roll two blunts into one, call it double dutch
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
