Sencillo / Pista

Daily Planet

Jehst, Confucius MC, & Mr Brown•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

Letras

Faced daily with this crazy madness

Working two jobs, writing for the Daily Planet

Kryptochronolited, smoking like I'm Katt Williams

Tagging cat caps dripping, who the cap fitting?

Just wear that and play that position

Gift of the Gab my Lyrics Born Blackalicious

The Great White Hype I break that tradition

Got 'em brainbox scratching and grey matter itching

My light bulb flashing

They're lights camera but no action

They write vulgar with no passion

I write MK Ultra control thought

Stockpile for Armageddon and hold fort

Rottweiler wilding, my saliva spraying

Fuck this pussy and what any other vagina saying

I'ma find a way in, I'ma ride the wave

Until I reach Point Break then I'm Patrick Swayze

I'm Nas in that Illmatic phase

I'm Kenshiro, fist of the North Star anime

Receiving accolades

My whole team with the V for Vendetta masks

Breaking down your barricades

I'm a Barracuda so, don't try and scuba

Light the Scooby-Doo moving like Saiyan Super

Just trying to retire to Bermuda

The strong and silent type

Yeah, Gary fucking Cooper

Obba Supa, when the clock strikes the witching hour

Whisk the egg and the flour make the cake tower

Take power, break bread with the common man

Overstand, that's your brother from a foreign land

From another mother's womb but we're one blood

Two times for your mind, third eye opened up

Mr Brown blow the dust off the old plastic

Turn that hot shit to a stone-cold classic

Even coke addicts couldn't go line for line

I got God status kid I'm divine with mine

You got dropped to the canvas in the title fight

I'm up in Buckingham Palace planting dynamite

We're dealing with this madness on the daily

Feels as though the whole planet is going crazy

Frontpage Daily Planet read the headline

In this Metropolis where everyone is on the breadline

Faced daily with this crazy nonsense it's confusing

Seeing grown men having lady problems

Face the future but reminded of the eighties often

Train hard and face hurdles like Daley Thompson

Pay per view to the pay for views

While the nation chews on the newspaper's views

Trying to sell it to the youths but they ain't enthused

'Cos we're telling them it's rigged in every game they choose

It's the age of the Midnight Cowboy with no luck

Nobody taught us how to act trying to be grown ups

Heavy-hearted, yo, writing with the light beaming

And feel my enemies pain like the Crying Freeman

Rhyme and Reason every piece is a collage

Reflected through me to the streets with the bollards

Conflicted scholars looking for some peace

We got ours through the streets with its twisted offers

While the twisted coppers

Patrol the grey clouds for silver

Destroy but won't empower a builder

The lonely hour'll kill ya

So they keep the phony powder familiar

Just in case they're faced with feeling inferior

What I reveal is interior

David Lynch with a pad and a beat

Open your mind and play the track on repeat

Like, hit me with the facts with just a dash of deceit

I'll meet you there eyes clamped open strapped in the seat

It's in the air that we share no sense of belonging

While we peel another layer off the Clockwork Orange

Just fields of strange fruit souls for the harvest

We're all doomed if there's no soul in the artist

They used to say the globe was flat, now it's slanted

So I bless you eith that ill shit you demanded

No harness high wire flows from the farthest

Fine chro's the garnish

Bruv, my rhyme book's a Tardis

Dr. Tenma, your rap is like Dr. Pepper

Your face ain't sitting right like Dr. Jekyll

Twist the reefer in the death note chop the petal

You're busy backing for the beef between the pot and kettle