lyrics:

ahh frig, better get the friggots

I heard the water’s drippin’ and it leakin’ from the spigots

ya better cop your tickets I’m a beat robbin’ baron

knocking down the alphabet and starting with Aaron

betcha caught damn enigmatic flow go hard it’s just kenetic

lovely mystical neurosis out performing quite roaches

set the unique vestiges Wullums xylophone your zen

you’re xeroxing vain useless tao some really qaint perspectives ow

now maybe life kills jealous interest. Have good feelings. Evade distress.

Can’t bare asking still want more? catch it when it goes on tour

yeah I did it back and forth, now you know the score

trippy… as I ever was before

you ever see that boy K-Wullums? On the scene he just gon’ toy with the rhythm

gonna beat and destroy any ploy that you give him

like Travie McCoy but the cops didn’t get him

like how’d get so interesting? Bit a flow I’m still digesting.

bought a coffin, didn’t die yet, I’m still asking are we high yet?

I was in demand until I got fucked by another man

and the boy was a bitch cuz’ two minutes and he turned round came in a can yo

we not alone, going crazy like Alex Jones. Flat’s just a word for a home so now you know

[you don’t know you don’t know

thanks ta shit you don’t know] x2

Wanna go maniac mode, overload and see that soul

leap out of your chest when it gets too cold heart goes black like toes

and you could’ve been the best but then you froze

betcha gonna blame it on that snow

better prepare for the weather the clever get better and handle the price of control

and a buck got eyes for the doe, but the dough don’t come with a buck

so if you gonna get a buck well you better get fed ‘cuz it ain’t no game it’s a hunt

and I never had to run from the barrel of a gun, but that’s what I did when I faced it

because the seatbelt click but the gun go clap, and you don’t get a standing ovation

must be patient with persistence it’s the purest path to poetry

profit pied the piper and I’ll pave the path they showin’ me

and calling it idolatry would barely scratch the surface

but I bet when they see them kids in the street the suits are gonna get nervous

fire up the next gen engine flexin little bit of know, little bit of how

and if you don’t relate to the things you can’t see than die by your golden cow

cause I’m energy converted, I’m massive and assertive,

and if you come up talking that wack shit, well, we heard it

you want your words spoken, you want your face chosen,

I’m golden, I'm frozen, I levitate. no rollin

multifaceted, being blasphemous, actin bashful is just the fashion

It’s explainable, unrelatable, unobtainable? that’s debatable…

Where’s the pot that you piss in? Who ya thinks gon’ miss this?

with math and punk, fuckin’ up, I’m Erdos and Sid Vicious,

[insert random noise] roll back the tape chugging a fifth while I’m smoking an eighth

[insert second random noise]sick with the gift, numero uno but call me the shit

‘cuz it’s apocalyptic, so bring the cataclysm and if you’re dying of thirst, well just hydrate on my jizzum

‘cuz this system is a prison and this rhythm is your prism

if you asking why well jeez… us man. it’s just cause. cries have risen!

Like BWAH!

[You don’t know you don’t know

thanks ta shit you don’t know]x2

Finding the line in the sand where supply and demand

are just parts of the plans that we had

run with our hands, sift with our thoughts,

star to cross in the catholic plots

never seen bricks that you flip in a flop

but I’m pitching the brick that is cleaning your clock

fiendin’ for rock? let’s give em crystals

fiendin’ for shock? let’s give em missles

wanna be filthy you suck like a bissle

fillet mignon to the gristle.

yo I’m packed in a pistol.

cash? I got a fistful.

Talk of the town when I speak and I get down ‘cuz I bury the weak

and they want a messiah to preach to the choir [she/he/they] gonna go talk to [her/his/their] peeps

and the prodigal son is back. they ain’t really white or black

they ain’t really african, asain, american, ain’t really woman or man

and they constantly fixing the plan doing the things that we can’t comprehend

and we think that the musical muse is amusing when telling us go feed our head

ask Alice or the cat or the rabbit or the hatter,

your house is made of glass throw a stone and it will shatter,

it’s a castle in the sky so your falling through the clouds

I hope you hit the ninth before you make it to the ground

that’s why [mr. k-wullums/your name] is bringin the thunder

to give you a glimpse of the rainbow

my energy drink might be giving me wings

where am I getting my halo?

a bungie for my car, crutch at the end of my spliff

a voice in my head telling me that I’m dead and that none of this really exists

that’s why I’m pissed, that’s why I’m focused,

making the cells, swarming like locusts,

bringing the plagues without a care

screaming “Enjoy your nightmares!”

and I just drop it avenge anything that’s toxic

with the people rising up but they can’t ever fuckin’ stop it

if you talking all that nonsense your the blockhead that I’m blocking

while I’m rocking all these blocks straight from the bottom to the top and

if you ever wanna top it better find a better topic

lock it in a coffin box like cream of cock in crusty socks ‘cuz

proper choppin’ just belongs to all the goblins never stoppin

watch it blossom flow is cherry and that’s why it’s always poppin