PaperPlatoon - Paper Platoon x The Kollection Feature lyrics

The following is a response to interview questions by Kian McHugh Kian McHugh: How will you maintain your anonymity while on tour? Spark Master Tape: paper bag KM: When working with artists outside of the Platoon, do you reveal your identity? SMT: they kno im gucci mane KM: Explain your anonymity SMT: wake up, mask KM: Are you hopeful for the direction your career is headed? SMT: the fukk gone hire us KM: How did you start making music? SMT: accident KM: How does it feel to have an international following? SMT: expensive KM: When listening to your music, how should people imagine you? SMT: rich KM: Where are you from? SMT: Kian McHugh KM: What three things are you most worried about at all times? SMT: cash money hoes KM: What is the proper answer to the question, "Who is Spark Master Tape?" SMT: illuminati gon get us all KM: Where does the influence of d** and guns come from? You are a Platoon, who are you at war with? SMT: sh** I'm at war with everybody I see man. I'm at war with my phone, I'm at war with my TV. I'm at war with everybody who got more money than me man. I want to be Bill Gates man, I want to be Miley Cyrus, I want to get money You see, nobody I know got money. You know what I mean? My brothers is everywhere, we all at war and ready to roll. Man, I got a gang of motherf**ers, we got a PLATOON OF MOTHERfu*kERS, and I'm gonna ride for my people man, I'm gonna ride for my- KM: What is #SWOUP? [Footage of a man in Keffiyeh talking into a microphone] Mrs. Charlie! Oh Mrs. Charlie! Yes? Where have you been? I am here in the kitchen Okay, what you do over there? I make soup What kind of soup you making? I making chicken soup, you like it? Yes I am like it Oh you like to me? Yes I am like you Please, call it out again I am liiiiiike you Oh pleaaaaase call again! I am like, I am like, I k**! Oh, you want to k** me? No, I want to k** the chicken for the soup As-Sala- SMT: Paper Platoon means get your mask on. It means let them stop judging you by the color of your skin, your religion, how you wear your pants, how you smoke your weed, or how you f** your b**hes man. I ain't insane man, I smoke a lot And we out here man. And it's funny man, because my name is a compliment to who I am but an insult to who I was. But it's all I know. When you going to see my face, only I can judge me. And you can have your magazine covers, your selfies on the internet, man I'm gonna make music, and I'm gonna make money dog You see bruh, I don't give a f** how you look, you got a mask at the crib and you got some gloves, roll dog. The intention is bigger than the bearer of the mask, and your favorite rapper got one on right now. But that sh** invisible man, we out here makin' our own sh**, rollin' our own weed, smoking our own sh** and growing that b**h, selling it, moving it, doin our own thing and I don't need nobody You know my brother, we gonna build. You can't stop us now man, we moving Cokemop Platoon