Letras
TALK TO THE BOMB, TEACH IT PHENOMENOLOGY
They're all gonna laugh at you (Teach it phenomenology)
Yea bitch, I'll bump your shit
When I'm laid out and candlelit
Can't handle it?
Disarm 'em then harm 'em
"It's a new life for me, I'm ready to start over" --
Dosing, can't fight the notion
Of your frozen memory, PTSD
Your thoughts are too deep
You can't sleep
Smoking on that fucking piss weed
Get with it, Philip Dick shit, the wickedest
Can't make it? don't fake it
Bitch watch it, before I break it
Tendency to dependency
You blind fool, better ease up on the Hennessy, or else --
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
But don't feel iffy bout the spliffy because --
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
So talk to the bomb, teach it phenomenology, even though --
(They're all gonna laugh at you)
Fuck 'em, let that prophet speak the prophecy
Your house built of straw
My drawl make walls fall, bitch
Smoke so much weed when I leave they gotta fumigate
Ruminating over what the Buttress illuminating
To hate ya' is just human nature
Exit the matrix, ya' fake bitch
You know you betrayed us
Can't hide, it's the Buttress
The toughest, spit the roughest poems
As my dome speak
Why you staring in disbelief?
Your art's weak
Buttress make you cry and leave critique
Bitch I'm messing with your abstract expression
Don't speak, learn a lesson
Rule number 1 -- don't sleep
Or never again peep the sun
It's gonna be real trippy I promise
Don't have a bitch fit, jump on my witch stick
My rap game mad infective
Because I seek perspective like a fucking detective