Rubber Gloves

Styles of Beyond

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  • Colton Fisher, Takbir Bashir

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    Colton Fisher (BMI - 25%), Takbir Bashir (BMI - 25%), Ryan Maginn (SESAC - 25%), Jason Rabinowitz (BMI - 25%) / Mixed Metaphor Music (BMI - 75%), Case Ace Music (SESAC - 25%)

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Yo swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear
Who can fathom asthma, dash for air?
Spitting' on the baby bib in the plastic chair
What's up stupid? (Shoot this)
1-5-1 in the shot glass (Hot flash)
Banging' on the drum, huh
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas
Paper trails racing pelican briefcases
We outrageous, name the streets gave us
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers

I let 'em all fly, 10 in the clip, 1 in the chamber
Thumbs up! Another banger
Untuck the flamer, dumb …
It's like gettin' hit with a dump truck
Brains and guts
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same stuff
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up, OK
I'll let a sucka slide once
Face down, found him in his Cap'n Crunch
Come on

Malpractice, a bang-all jam I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh
Don't stop the sure shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the go-bots, cock back the cannon
What's up partner, I got ya (what, what)
Off the rah-rah, crack the piñata
Slap, box, mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?

Set the pace like a mustang mashing'
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress
Stop, you ain't got access, watch
Imma change my accent, Ryu and Tak
You little … in the game, you can suck my …
And lay flat on the ground, don't make a peep
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach

Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who's rocking every club, that's me
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knocking', Jay drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.o.B. got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not?
Who got next up? Ryu and Tak

Here it comes, all you hear is a click
Bloody brains on the sandwich like Miracle Whip
While the blood keeps gushing, relish and pink mustard, huh
Imma slam till I tear it to bits
Till the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game
You feel the grill like P.F. Chang’s
Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch
And burn crews with a fuse that'll rock with force
Saying, don't stop the sure shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the go-bots, cock back the cannon
What's up y'all, we don't stall
Come one, come all till we drop the ball like

Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who's rocking every club, that's me
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knocking, Jay drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.o.B. got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not?
Who got next up, Ryu and Tak

End Title Credit Info:
"Rubber Gloves"
Written by Colton Fisher, Takbir Bashir, Ryan Maginn, Jason Rabinowitz
Performed by Styles of Beyond
Courtesy of Spytech Records/Position Music

Cue Sheet Info:
"Rubber Gloves"
Artist - Styles of Beyond
Written by Colton Fisher (BMI - 25%), Takbir Bashir (BMI - 25%), Ryan Maginn (SESAC - 25%), Jason Rabinowitz (BMI - 25%)
Published by Mixed Metaphor Music (BMI - 75%), Case Ace Music (SESAC - 25%)
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