Lasers - Air Dubai, Null

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

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

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

(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

(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