The water level’s rising The water level’s rising Everyone alive sing Who will turn the tide Bring about land grabs Sand bags bring’em out It’s hard to yell with the Atlantic in your mouth
Cracks in the surface Cracks in the surface… Tck tck tck tck…
One becomes two becomes three becomes four Our soundwaves run your city like parkour Provokin’ encores but we know you want more That’s what we’re doing this for Four becomes three becomes two becomes one The metamorphosis cannot be undone We burst forth from the land toward the sun
And transform The advance has begun
Like Mary J I’m oBliged To hollerate and prophesy Nostradamus on the topics Often dropped On open mics When both sides are vocalized The crowd spits The dopest lines Efforts gain significance Like overdrives Of dopamine
Rappers act like they smell like roses Suffer from chronic halitosis Their hazardous sadistic recipes are out of focus like a cloud of locusts Plus their rhymin style is atrocious We’re supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
With a hand motion We stand revolting We’re calling out all Emperors in no clothing Intelligence quotient Amassed to challenged oceans Outlast the isms, ists, ologies and slogans
These narcissists forget to do their exercise Confused by what success implies Name drop successive tries
In drive thrus to get extra fries Emancipating free speech when I run my mouth Terminal cancer patients say “Hey when’s the C.D. coming out?”
Break it down to the essence of raw
One two check the mic, Stephen’s like, every guy Walk tall in the hallways And make note of which ones step aside Left and right, guess my pride Of lying is probable pesticide Infected by the viruses that bedbugs are infested by Rhyming enigma I keep ‘em guessing My rhymes are like ribbons when I wrap the present Recapture lessons The ancestors prefaced In deference to how we Break it down to the essence ‘Cause there’re cracks in the surface Nobody wants to see ‘em Strategic wargames don’t call ‘em human beings They call ‘em like they want ‘em for a prop in their battlerap But Solomon and Math will dap after Play the track backwards ’cause there’s too much death energy Let it be a muse sing to your best enemy Never let it be your task master Let’s finish things alive with oppression and disaster diminishingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
