Shockwave on the Block

Hook

Yeah, uh-huh. This one's for ma homie shocky66

Intro

Yeah... check the readings.

You hearing this, Megatron?

We got a little pest on the radar

A little whiny-ass seeker trying to take the throne.

Shockwave in the building.

One eye on the prize. One cannon for the lies.

Let's go.

Verse 1

Step into the sector, see the purple and the chrome,

While Starscream's crying, trying to claim a stolen throne.

You a joke, little seeker, yeah, a cowardly clown,

Every time you try to rise, Megatron slaps you down.

Got your jet wings flapping, but you running from the fight,

Always plotting in the shadows, scared of the light.

I'm the logic mastermind, calculating your demise,

Can't hide from the lasers of my single-beam eye.

You a glitch in the system, a mistake in the code,

I'm the heavy-duty shotty, watch the payload explode.

You've been begging for a promotion since 1984,

But you're just a cheap distraction when we stepping into war.

I stay chilling on Cybertron, keeping blocks on lock,

While you're falling out the sky like a broken-ass hawk.

Chorus

When that jet start to scream, ma,

Drop him 'cause it's logical, drop him 'cause it's logical.

When he trying to chase a dream, ma,

Drop him 'cause it's logical, drop him 'cause it's logical.

Got my eye on the prize, yeah,

Shockwave on the track, making all the engines blow.

Yeah, we keep it real cold, from the front to the back.

Verse 2

Laid back, with my mind on the science, and the science on my mind,

Leaving Starscream's rusty chassis way, way behind.

You ain't nothing but a squeaker, got that high-pitched whine,

I'm the silent operator, making sure the stars align.

You want to lead the Decepticons? Player, please,

You couldn't lead a pack of Scraplets through a gentle breeze.

I'm the backbone of the faction, the cold, hard steel,

Everything I formulate is mathematically real.

I don't need a mouth to talk, my cannon spits the truth,

Blowing up your ego from the lab back to the booth.

Snoop and Shockwave, yeah, we rolling through the stars,

Putting fake-ass jet-bots behind cosmic bars.

You a studio gangster, always talking in the back,

But when Megatron turns around, you're having a heart attack.

Verse 3

Look, let's look at the data, let's break down the stats,

Starscream's a mouse running scared from the cats.

You try to play the villain, but you look like a snitch,

Always switching up your loyalty, you treasonous... witch.

I'm a monument of logic, a tower of power,

Watching your pathetic career sour by the hour.

I run the space bridge, transport the whole crew,

The only thing you're transporting is a bad attitude.

One blast from my arm, turn your jet fuel to dust,

Leave your wings in the scrapyard, covered in rust.

So salute to the eye, bow down to the tech,

Shockwave in the house, demanding total respect.

Outro

Yeah. Logic dictates... you're a buster, Starscream.

Go back to the hangar and cry to the Coneheads.

Shockwave on top.

Scientifically proven to be the flyest.

Decepticons... roll out on these fools.

Peace.