DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:
from Zelie to the Burgh, man, you ain’t heard?
from Zelie to the Burgh, man, you ain’t heard?

Prime:
"Ain’t heard a squawk from us in a minute.
Now we all up in it.
Allow me to introduce
the Crows of summer."

Kirstin:
the temperature’s risin’, on horizon is a summer jam
no matter what you heard, them dirty birds don’t give a damn

Prime:
the crows have been frozen but now we flow like the ocean
the winter is over- we know that you been wishin’ and hopin'
we’d kick the door open while rippin’ it with liquid explosives
nixin’ the cynics while just sittin’ back and sippin’ the potion
spittin’ corrosion in hopes of breathin’ life through our tones and
you’re jonesin' if you think we’d let hip hop alone when
our Party Rock rocketed to the top, shockin’ the stock
markets—toppling Weezy and ASAP Rocky
just can’t stop, we channel Killuminati
pick up the phone, new memo from Robby Bobby
"What up, Prime? It’s time for a new track
Let’s prepare ‘em for the summer attack."
and bring it back to the 724 from the 412
we gettin’ messed up with the rest of our crew
to bring this message to you and anyone who tries to doubt the Nest
our mix is gold like an alchemist
and I’ll protest them pants stayin’ on as the heat burns up
or that shirt stayin’ on, baby, we turnt up
and worked up a good sweat, bottle of Beam
switchin’ lanes on Route 19 – naw mean?

(chorus:)
can’t take the heat? get out the nest (X3)
that goes to anyone out there who doubt the best

can’t take the heat? get out the nest (X3)
but if your body wanna party, leave out the stress

RB:
call me R-B, I got the Irish meat
and I got an army you’re about to meet
Mikey P- second in command he clocks
enough rhymes per second to make your panties drop
no stop when we out on the town
not even thermostats turn us down
we ‘bout to earn our crown, Royally, five shots of fire
ballin’ all night, nice and wired
and we never get tired ‘cause we party till the next PM
cut the carpet like some lesbians
to ESPN – SportsCenter Top Ten
Best Dunks- MJ trumps all them punks
I grew up in the 90’s so find me
bumpin’ to some Death Row, grippin’ on a Heinie
naughty by design, we keep ya on your toes
so scream bloody murder for a murder of Crows

(chorus)

Prime:
as a flock of birds step out of a stretch limo
lookin’ more absurd than nipples on vegetables
you can mark my words, we reppin’ the west middle
of the state of Pennsylvania, making exceptional
music to fuse with the booze we’re abusin’
my crew’s in the news for the views we’re transfusin'
sorry for the confusion
but we’re gonna leave a mark like a dark contusion
and when we’re inducin' an all-out rager
can’t be blamed for our outrageous behavior
you can all me the savior- not because I got them Jesus locks
but because I brought the Remy and scotch
we bringin’ plenty to watch- the spot pops
when we step out the pack
and even Benny Win gets in through the back
it's like an outright attack in all black, call it swarm
the Crow's Nest will infest just as the weather gets warm

(chorus)

(Kirstin)
we’re here to party, we don’t care who knows
gonna keep it live with a murder of Crows
we’re here to party, we don’t care who knows
bring the summer to life with a murder of Crows

RB:
"Can't believe that these jackasses think the Crow fell off."

Prime:
"Right."

RB:
"We just warmin' up."

Prime:
"No doubt."

RB:
"Old bustas."

Prime:
"Tell 'em, RB."

RB:
"See you at the Grammys."