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Yo! Hey, yo! One, two Wha—what? Hey, I'm talkin' to you! I’m tryin' to get— Yo, I'm tryin' to get your attention, yeah I'm stretched out like the ropes on a chuck wagon Young storyteller flying on luck dragons I ain't tough-acting, but it’s tough, acting It’s hard to read through the lines with enough passion I come from BBoy fashion and bus passes I look around all confused, what the f**k happened? The moons hollow it's a real boondoggle Selling old kombucha in a new bottle I draw circles, dressed in all purple Bō staff like a four-foot-tall turtle I use it to pole vault over tall hurdles In '95 I first met my aunt Mirtle As a teenager in Seattle's Green Acres My memories move like a screensaver My brain's dark and my heart's in a spin cycle I'm ready to pop like bullets within rifles I wrote a spiritual manual and biz Bible Buy in bulk twelve tees and ten vinyls And that—that's an order! Those are marching orders You got to march t—march to do that! Where's my nanotech pilots, vermillion violets With wind chimes hanging on the end of your eyelids Making time to enjoy the silence Endorse the violence, listen to Primus Fantasy football footfall to hybrids Driving five hours but I'm undecided My destination hadron collided So divided and narrowly sighted Now we’re carbon heavy maybe it's time to cycle And here I am between two blokes named Michael We may have lost the battle but we won the title Archetypal and I love all my rivals In arrivals at Gatwick airport With too many bags and I'm travelling barefoot Dealing with these idiots at every square foot Death tolls roll in the billions output Cheap imitations and designations Relegate, devastate I hate innovations Wasted time on dodgy annotations And now it's even too late for action stations Gentrification, forced inflation Dishing out free sex therapy consultations Aviation can be such a b*t*h Let's all rise up and eat the rich! Eat the rich We always waxing opinion paper Dead Can Rap is opinionated Obit in op-ed exasperated No feet to the facts but they syncopated Put it on tracks but we don’t debate it Slick with the rhetoric Jive diabetic Intellect synthetic The tweet pathetic Twitter loads, slower than my porn site So I don’t tweet but I freak right Like a white house leak, never airtight Like Bluetooth Beats, never pair right The rich out for death 'Cause the world is Fortnite Dim the porch light Strike at waist height Like Adidas vs Nike This ain't a fair fight Culture war like so many before Revolution raw and loveless But this one here, mostly bloodless Historically it's been far more reckless Check Robespierre and Mao in comparison The right's reaction embarrassing They overreact like we the latter ones Gives them an excuse to splatter some They got one tactic: fear and guns Our strategy's elastic Three-four to four-four Or poly-time five-seven we rise Clips on two if we got some 'Cause we got 'em on the run For one reason 'Cause we always on the one, baby Always on the one
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