Still stinks, it does
I won't hear otherwise, I won't
They wrote us a plan
And they dotted the i's
Then they wrote on our hands that this is not a surprise
Every line is a lie
Except that one above
Keep an eye on the sky
Blue to the back of the sun
An immaculate pun
Or immutable truth
Don't believe in the game
If you can see it's the same
We don't need us a plane
Pretty wings or a saucer
All the early adopters
On my world of your copter
Rockin' dirty galoshes
Torn hospital gowns
Them locking us down is mission impossible now
It's too many to count
And in any amount
They'd rather be dead
Than trapped in a pattern again
Burnt to the surface like ash
That's scattered in wind
Return to the Earth
It's matter and mass
We shatter the glass
With this animal jazz
Then we jimmy the lock off of the idiot box
Rappers will die of natural causes (die)
Some will be born with cerebral palsy (sigh)
They better be really clever and ballsy
Goals better be lofty
If not I'm terribly sorry (I'm sorry)
But I'm riding fast car Ferrari
With TV screens playing Jaguar Atari
Dreads in my head
That sounds Rastafari
I'll pretend to smile cause I can't stop the party (don't stop)
I think the lithium caused that lethargy
All that lethargy can't be a part of me (no)
We used to get it in
Like a hypodermic needle and syringe
Now we sittin' on the skin
P-p-pissin' on the wind
With shit-eating grins
Sippin' gin and juice
But who the fuck likes gin? (not me)
Wild as an East Oakland sideshow (wild)
Now we never let that side show (Hellfyre)
Unplug it, shut it down, cut the power cord
Push all the buttons and take all the levers off
Unplug it, shut it down, cut the power cord
Push all the buttons and take all the levers off
And if the sky falls
Go on ahead let it fall
Cause everything we can lose don't belong to us
We just holding it up
Going through the same motions
Doin' the dance
I'm here to ruin your plans
I had a dream when the night ended
Drake and Comix battling for who's the most light skinded
When I was young I had a pair of white denim jeans
I rocked with a holey Girbaud shirt
I should get a degree in biology
So I can name a flu the Mongolian Throat Hurt
Don't date on the scene
Cause some of these young groupie girls ate the blowdi in yogurt
If you know what I mean
Cause the crew is respected and held high and locally seen
Shit's technical like Francis Ford Coppola scenes
A bad analogy cause I really don't know what it means
I rap good
Cover my face with a black hood
Cause guns couldn't fuck me up like hair from a cat could
Allergic
Like when you gotta use lambskin condoms
Cause a girl's got a sensitive surface
Open up the cabinets
There's canned food in the pan view
There's creamed corn, there's sardines
There's corned beef and spam too
I've been all around the world
Now everything is feeling closer
See my neighbors live in safe gated villas on my shoulders
I double locked the dead bolts
Nobody's coming over
But that bad bitch that says she
Breathes easy when I choke her (right?)
Let's free fall
You know I second guess a free lunch
I filled my quota with freestyles
So now I don't give a free fuck
You want something from me for free?
Nowadays I freeze up
All you get's a free bag of freeze dried deez nuts (deez nuts)
Yeah
This little trip to the vet was fun
But fuck this shit nigga I'm done (Hellfyre)
Unplug it, shut it down, cut the power cord
Push all the buttons and take all the levers off
Unplug it, shut it down, cut the power cord
Push all the buttons and take all the levers off
Eh
You know what fuck putting a chorus there
I'm half chicken and half brontosaurus bear
I know the portions there could use tweaking
If I was Johnny Gill I'd be mad at The Weeknd
I guess shit's different when you market it to white folks
I had a hold on my hate for the R&B
But goddammit the string to my kite broke
Eh, shit
I guess I fucked off my Drake collab
I'll just take a bath
And watch some more Breaking Bad
When ain't nobody listening, listening, listening
The truth is what you whispering
When ain't nobody listening, listening, listening
The truth is what you whispering
When ain't nobody listening, listening, listening
The truth is what you whispering
When ain't nobody listening, listening, listening
The truth is what you whispering
