All persons are warned to stay off the streets All persons are warned to stay off the streets Civil defense personnel, report to their stations Civil defense personnel, report to their stations All others take shelter
All other persons, take shelter Do not panic, follow instructions
Trouble takes many forms, in-between shedding skin Some are subtle, some are semaphore, holding severed limbs Some in extra innings, seven-seven, no one ever win Propeller hats in motion, no actual developments Impatient ember, adding a splash of his own accelerant I´m to the races, sorting through the few, the future favors It´s those of you that let the pooch chew through the computer cables And grow food based on the lunar phases
Who maneuver right, I´m Snoopy on the roof at night Staring at the canopy, like, "Can I peek into the light?" Or am I needed here at home? A human being supervised Stupefying overseers, zoom in on the pupil size Choose your fighter, them or me, or everyone vs. entropy The only ever undefeated zero artificial intel, NPC Or that´s the tendency, a bullet train to randomness That started out successfully, and ended at abandon ship Okay, I´m mostly here to catch the wave Somewhere between the Etta James and psycho killer, qu´est-ce que c´est
Check the resume of monkey wrenches into engine bays And total hours ascending at some unrelenting MPH I brake at MLK and terra incognitas Where the sidewalk ends at lenses eyeing terrifying genius And it smells like something holy, put a L up for his peoples Pizza from that one spot, hello from the zenith No response, so far Bowl of the Gods, the color of Violet Beauregard Mm, Dr. No cigar, I hand nothing out to nobodies with no regard There is not a satellite of any worldly origin That point to a location this impossibly inordinate Meanwhile, somewhere that you haven´t tried Rumors of a round table, breaking up the staff of life
Yeah, shit is Jazzercise
However you consider the kid Won´t find me sitting rhythmless, watching a vid of a vid How many pics before the difference ´tween a pit and abyss? I´m in the mix without a logo on the fit or the lid The mercenary, thrown and parrying fists Fighting the various nefarious kitsch that´s known for marrying rich Not of the ilk that´s always milking a fib Mumbling guff, my infrastructure wasn´t built on a grid I´m just taking me a shot in the dark But if you never taken off to take a walk in the park
I´m more concerned about the take instead of making a mark And being seen instead of sweet, you´re not deserving of a seat on The Ark Skedaddle while I channel the source Skedaddle while I channel the sauce, boss As a youth, I´s always hooping on the main courts Cats be souped up, but a soup is not a main course Love, hope, pain, loss These are just a couple of the issues that I don´t force Technically "couple" means two Guess I mean few, I review I know you´re feeling hollow from following these fools Get wit´ the Mister-Fix-It that don´t even need tools
Really, what in the devil? Cats ain´t on my level They are gonna need stools, enough being cool I know it´s cruel, but might be time to drain some gene pools Abolish and demolish fake, and use the real estate to build schools Somebody gotta make the right moves Set the right moods, Lice rules I got some great news This time I´m going viral, I just shot some great nudes I´m so fly, I just ate dehydrated space food For real This is Buns of Steel
Yeah Yeah
Take a break from persecuting idolatry In the countryside with hunting knives as it runs and hides ´Cause I wanna try and hold it by the underside Then jump and dunk a pumpkin pie, stuff a stocking with a thunder thigh I want to put things into things Principally, in vitro fertilize kings into queens What you mean what it means? I just like to write, brothers, like wings on machines It´s suspicious like Marines on they deens If they pull up a better-than-they-are-dar, I´d be a ping on a screen Pong bar! On the turntables like a Pyongyang ping pong all-star Smoking on an all tar Marlboro Hot box y´all, talking like it´s y´all car
Driving with drivers in the backseat, like a golf cart Man, if y´all start, I´ll divide this place like a Walmart That´s low hanging fruit All my lines come with old dangling boots Don´t park in a tow spot And yet I walk around with my heel in the toe box with no socks With a princess, and a yeti And a old golden robot, a Dr. Scholl´s with a hole ´Cause hiking took a toll, I mean a whole lot The under look like its whole life, it´s been fighting foos Like Dave Grohl, got stole on, and cold cocked With the tongue of a cobra and the sole of a Pol Pot
Sidebar, I really want that old watch that looked like gold rocks Hit me in the comment section with directions if you know a spot And if they lying, somebody reply to that comment with a "No, it´s not" In regards to flattery, like an open pop It´s a battery with a broken dock It´s not a Rollie Sweatin´ to the Oldies
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