Lirik Lagu Planet Beam, Singel Baru BEAM

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - BEAM resmi melahirkan lagu barunya bertajuk "Planet Beam".

Diproduseri oleh Jahaan Sweet, Boi-1da, Al Cres, SkipOnDaBeat, dan Bongo, lagu tersebut sukses diluncurkan pada Februari 2022.

Baca juga: Lirik Lagu Body Suit, Singel Baru Foxes

Simak lirik lagu "Planet Beam" dari BEAM berikut ini.

[Intro]
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy (*Gunshot*)
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky
And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy
Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me
Fuckers feel like we back in the Sixties (*Gunshot*)

[Verse 1]
([?])
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy (*Gunshot*)
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky
And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy
Niggas lyin', they say that he rich
Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me (*Gunshot*)
Fuckers feel like we back in the Sixties
Bitches do anything for a check
I ain't tip her, man, now she upset
Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike (*Gunshot*)
Trust me, I know these niggas don't like me
And it's only enough when I'm dinin'
I'm a savage, we swappin', no swappin'
It's why I'm cuttin' off niggas, they dyin' (*Gunshot*)

[Part II]

[Interlude 1]
Yeah, do or die, yeah
Do or die, do or try
Yeah, look, who am I?
SkipOnDaBeat, it go crazy

[Verse 2]
Dances, Spanish stone
[?], but I'm not a sin
More's up than I done been, Noah's Ark inna di rain
Come from the sky, crash down plane
Skillet cooker playin'
'Nuff man, mi know, sell Mary gin
'Nuff man, mi know, Abel fi kill Cain
Head shot occur
Cool bean, fallout, money treein'
Gi' a gyal mi cocky, mek har levitate, David playin'
Seems like di man tun, seems like mi brotha tun
Insane, God's name in vain
Codeine, cocaine, fuck liquor, I been winnin'
In Vans, bloodstream, lion piss, do 'em in
Seen pen, kill pen, ordained prophet
Detain, insurance, make a right to rid 'em, right win
Get the logic from my left brain
Touch mi gyal, brush them off
Cut them off, against the grain
I'm a demon in a condemned care canteen
Front porch, glean 'em, die sheen, are been
Are known in, pimp get together
Put up on street, public, do 'em in
Steady win, the ways you seen
Ball, sustenance, slow bill
Slow kills, Quentin Tarantino
Did the two, let 'em bloody pens
Push it, look like M.C., I ducked it when mi tek it all di keys
When mi see, I rock with no cheers
Set them up, then we're skiers, set them up without beat

[Part III]

[Interlude 2]
Yeah, yeah, turn the autotune down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, uh, I'ma, I'ma, sick
Sick (Sick)
Sync, sick (Sick)
Sick (Drr, brrt)

[Verse 3]
I need more headphone volume, yeah
I need more headphone volume, yeah
Catch a viking in the volume, yeah
You can hear that through the sonics, yeah
I only fuck wit' gyal ebonics, yeah
Straight out the trap, it's exotic, yeah
Tropical, yeah

And I talk 'bout Medusa, I love it
Treat that head like a turkey, I stuff it (Stuff it)
All ah di gyaldem waan fi gimme [?]
Tek mi sword, stop eh cold
Santa know, yuh badda than a box of cigarette
Got a big choppa, heart-stopper
No manners, Big Poppa
Don Dadda in Americana
Still a wear di green and yellow, black burner

Inna uptown, have a king face
Like di sword, drive down downtown
Touch at di partner, dem a bruk down
Bleed me or de pasa pasa pasa
Pon di [?], then me gon' die
Was a Masta with some Christians
Spoke in Ganja, the Lord Jesus is my chiropractor
When me need the healing in my doctor, back to Earth
Call me Peter when I'm choppin' ears off
Call me [?], I've been sellin' [?]

Scala tunnel vision with no cap and gown
Me and Jeremy took it over million
This is for my jit, I put in a college fund
I'ma get that jit more than this gun sound
Make a toast to harder assholes
Not in my prime, but I'm still in the Amazon
Body sumo wrestler, hit 'em out of bounds

When I pull up, hit to lickin' Diana Jones
She want give me kitty, baby, keep the boom
Got a wifey takin' care of tippy tippy
Got a ballerina, always count 'em toes
I just try this first, she got me out the zone
Melody hypnotic, temptation harmonic
Singin' over tonic, yuh