Letras
Ándale, Odelay stop the cops
I've been known to motivate
Campaign, campaign
It's an old estate, pop a roach a day
To save this modern day Nazi
Change moves like molasses
Sometimes feels like moving backwards
Something like a phrase like money matters
Gaslight the masses
But this machine right here kills fascists (yep)
This machine right here kills fascists (yep)
This machine right here kills fascists (yep)
Get you off your asses
Settled in with the fact that I'll never be rich
I doubled down with the purpose that I began with
Make art, make art
And I'm cool with that
Feel something, feel something
Where the humans at?
Where you at?
Where you at? Where you at?
If ain't moving us then it need to fall back
Got style, plus smarts, plus heart
What you call that?
Pinpoint aim
When I flame you get all that
Where you at?
What it is, what it ain't
Y'all hate, blow hard
But it don't inflate
All right, all right
Goin' down in flames
'Cause y'all apes waste space
And this didn't relate for ya
Yeah
Eyes in the back of my head
I catch Z's in the front
Rather be caught dead
I used to doomsday prep
And now I'm like
If doomsday could try to get me in the front half
I wouldn't even be that mad (Max!)
Vice tax with my lab rats
Too many pills
Been chilling with the transplant
Too many thrills
We do the shit that most can't regularly
And on a schedule maybe even
Maybe, or maybe not
Pump fake, bait switch, hit 'em with the twist
Yeah, wait, wait, just like this
Now keep waiting
Nothing to see here
I steer like a broke