Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Buck
Songwriter
Nathan Painter
Songwriter
Kevin Naquin
Songwriter
Lyrics
Nearly 20 feet below Congress Ave, a Major archeological find
Boney remains of Mastodons (yeah yuh)
Mast-
Mast
Mast
Mast
Mast
Mastodons
Yo an Austin Mastodon I'm lamping off of South Congress
Spinning on the tables you can say I'm on deck
Be honest, I'm on that, not worried about a call back
I keep it to the tee hit tracks like baseball bats
So fall flat. They seem to fumble when yall pass
Walking through the city like I printed a hallpass
Digging elephant bones I settle the score
Yeah I'm coming from the soil so you know that I better perform
Been here before, from the kick off to the end of the tour
I look 'em in the eye like center of storms
I splinter your form
Getting up from excavation
Waiting in the lobby gotta thank 'em for their patience
Kept it underground till it hits the gas station
Last thing you saw right before the tunnel caved in
As news leaked out about the discovery, the curious began gathering
Now what I'm saying is yall hating it don't make sense
Waiting for me to fall in the holes you had placed in
They named for Nathan but to me it's so outrageous
When I'm so outspoken for the city that I'm raised in
Ok then how does that sound, we get shot down
Sending shocks 'round the world
Then we begin to jot down thoughts how
We 'gone tear the top down
We 'gone let 'em fall out
Fuck it have a fallout
Let one of us fall down
It'll be the pound of the underground
Blood and thunder sounds it's like a crack upon the ruptured town
(UHHHH)
Great googily moogily
Stampeding mastodons and we been moving so beautifully (chyuh)
Man eating rapping songs (chyuh) gon' need a gratuity (chyuh)
We won't pass the mic along (chyuh)yall doing it dutifully yuh
Writer(s): Ben Buck, Kevin Naquin, Nathan Painter
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