Consistently Inconsistent (Dome-Blown Anthem)

Knowledge is the truth and a scholar never knew shit

Unless he used it to start a revolution

The problem is you're thinking that you're part of the solution

When you're just another motherfucker caught in the confusion

I've always been a nuisance

Offering his two cents

Prophecies of doom

Or an optical illusion

Audiences boo, shorties holler in amusement

I oughta get a clue I don't know why the fuck I do this

So, place a wager if your middle name is danger

A caper simulated by the syncopated strangers

Who been flipping weight to imitate the syndicated gangsters

Didn't make much paper so they didn't make the papers though

Solicit favors from administrative traders

The great dictator finna liquidate his haters

Finna wake the neighbors when i hit the baby maker

Hit and leave a crater you can dip and thank me later, ho

Slash a swish with a shaving razor

Pack a granny smith, or hit a baked potato

Prescription medication keeps the populace sedated

Keeps them locked up in their cages with their conscience on vacation

The apocalypse awaits us

Take shelter from the flames of hell

And brace yourself for a face melter

Straight sweltering heat when I speak

Welding the beat like a blacksmith

Creep like a catholic priest and I feast, peace

My clique is consistently inconsistent

Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient

Boss hog but assistant to the assistants

Lost cause, the ambitiously unambitious

My clique is consistently inconsistent

Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient

The infancy of an infantry

Get at me in a minute

Officially unofficial, explicitly inexplicit

I was dropped as a baby so it's possible my logic is crazy

But I been contemplatin' opulence lately, uh

Lobster filet side of pasta with gravy

Awaitin' the day I can buy my moms a Mercedes, nah

You can spot me with a bottle of Bailey's

Phrasing language in a way that makes stenographers hate me

Am I obstinate? Maybe

Not James in Vertigo

Played the verbal role but they gave the Oscar to Spacey, yo

I go from docile to hostile to angry

To constantly banging my noggin on the top of the table

Truly bizarre, a student in the musical arts

But I'll be damned if I can hold a note or tune a guitar

I stay killing myself with these bottles and packs

But what's packed in a bottle keep me calm and relaxed

Swallowing tabs of oxy in psychology class

I'm highly advanced

Vibing to the vinyl we scratch

I'm a psycho and a sycophant

A sicko and a psychopath

Reciting raps sipping liquor out a wine carafe

Inclined to laugh at the debauchery

Chicago where mi casa be

The coppers on the block be steady watching me

I pop a three like boom goes the dynamite

Shoot jumpers kinda like Kukoč in '95

You say it's good to be alive

I say it's bad to be dead

So who knows if I'll survive in the end

It's like...

My clique is consistently inconsistent

Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient

Boss hog but assistant to the assistants

Lost cause, the ambitiously unambitious

My clique is consistently inconsistent

Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient

The infancy of an infantry

Get at me in a minute

Officially unofficial, explicitly unexplicit

It's the dome blown anthem so roll yo grass up and smoke more ganja

Pack some, don't let the roto pass ya, better slow yo ass for the po-po catch up

It's the dome blown anthem, so don't hold back, baby, throw those hands up

Don't know jack, get your mojo back, finna scold yo ass with the molten magma