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It Was Written...Again

Shredders, P.O.S, & Sims•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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Uh, who saw that pipeline burst comin'?

Keystone Cops surge

Thought we might've learned somethin'

Mass mergers, Flat-Earthers, that Birther

Got me feelin' like now I've gotta burn somethin'

Or now I've gotta bop

Cuz when the big one drops, do you know where Air Force One goes?

Oh, you ain't heard?

We got curved at the forked road

Tapping out my fingers

That ain't nerves, that is Morse code

Lots of data locked up in my mind, the thoughts are major

I'm complicated I'm the opposite of Occam's Razor

My occupation catch my own wave, oscillator

Lots of talk but zero haters out here operators

I'm not mad at you

You lack the juice, aptitude, amplitude

Mad I'm always changing latitudes

Read every Yelp review and bad excuse

Been around the world and heard a hundred years of platitudes

My calendar is missing brake calipers

Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister

Write a lot of prose, stop and write a little battle verse

You cannot rock it, you're the 86 Challenger

(That's a science joke)

In a fishbowl, under microscope

Is that how this go?

I don't know I just glow disco

Check the isotopes, vitamins and minerals, irons and the niacins (niacins)

Where I'm going I don't need a map

Cut the White Whale along the bias

Turn my face to where my demons at

I was out of sight again, chasing my Leviathan

Bodies hit the ground

Ask David where Goliath went

I'm what happens when you fall apart completely

Put the pieces of yourself back together a la carte

So know that when you see me

I'm a piece of walking art

I read the writing on the wall before I let the talking start

Most of you should do the same

But who am I to say

Last days, fast lane

Bombs from Pyongyang might touchdown

Then it's ball game

Ay, 'til then I'm rappin' by my last name

And the name remains certified

Rain came and fertilized pain that I've internalized

I rap about my inner-state

I am in a different place

You out here for some insta fame, selfie with your kissy face

Icky, I rock a rhyme on time, it's tricky

Get it strictly, busy

Before the city owned by Disney

Miss me like New York is missing Biggie

Like the Wolves are missing Ricky

I hope they sell the team to Diddy

Easy easy pick a beat and eat it

Eenie meanie pick a flow

Me and P.O on that misanthrope pick and roll

Stick and poke, tell you what the litmus show

Ain't a difference from the blue blood and indigo

But did you figure though?

I think you thought you'd figured it, but you're too literal

Long winter, tell me something that I didn't know

Three shots straight scotch

How I'm living though

These Old Styles ain't working, Tom Thibodeau

Ah, they just costuming

All this posturing could cost us our oxygen

I could go on, but the kid's going off

I just lay in the cut

And just foster my consciousness

Read Foster Wallace and shake off the haziness

In a place that celebrates the stupidest and laziest

Confuses prejudice with Patriot

Pray we live past the President's hastiness

But honestly what bothers me is thought is obsolete

Taught we're free but gettin' walked on the tautest leash

Blinded by the Panoply

By the light of Dioceses

By the sword of Damocles

But what am I supposed to do: leave, abandon ship?

Please, I'll take the keys to it, throw some D's on

Lean with it, get the v6 engine revvin', peelin'

I'll be kneelin' while they pledge allegiance

I mean to each his own thesis

But I'd rather build from pieces

So I'll leave this right here

Never saw I fake that I couldn't recognize

And I never met a word that I wouldn't weaponize

Thought you figured out

What he fuck you want

Thought you figured out

What the fuck you want

Thought you figured out

What the fuck I'm on

Thought you figured out

What the fuck you want

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It Was Written...Again

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