[ Featuring Brian Chippendale ]
Urban renewal is a rabbit hole of wiki links
And one pill makes you smaller
The other one's a bullet, point taken
Pull it aim it at he face at twenty paces
And you'll probably hit a bystander
Overpopulation is a bitch, ain't it?
And a bitch bad, and a bad bitch the type
To make you bust fast
Bitch keep bussin' at them
For they bus pass
Victims of rapid transit police on bus ads
A movie will be made about his life
And where the life is but a knife of calico
The impulse always is to weaponize
So weapons, eyes, and targets fixed
No contacts, no context
Texts to his mom's just rang out
The lexicon's expanding at a rapid pace
Hashtags on the twitter
Hotspots on hot blocks
Still got them hot pockets on
Lockup in the freezer
Half as cold as the demeanor
Half as coded as the overloaded
Speakers bumping g shit
"Your space is narrow" said the
Robber to the bank
Before he robbed the motherf*cker blind
Don't underestimate the underestimated
They rest esteemed on beds of
All your daughter's friendship bracelets
She's having dreams of dancing in
The dark with darker faces what a waste
She water-wade and welcome to the city
You chose while most could not escape it
The escapades are consequential when the
National order is disturbed
It's only right the lions gonna fight
Back and it might smack
At that primitive imitation
Arranged by illiterates
But literally who gives a shit? Shit!
Grabbin' the bull by the french horns and
Heralding a new day is played out
Kid with a high top fade
Ain't no way he gonna be outdid
And if it's like this and
That then listen up
Enter a new commissioner with a mission to
Get you the f*ck up out his mistletoe
He leave a kiss like death
Tuck up your deuce and go, just watch him go
This is the bitter taste of disconnect
Don't recognize the intellect and don't
Be on the internet
So gangsta shit becomes an empty threat
Unless you live it to the very best to
Leave it with mean empty nest syndrome
And the empty nest of stomach
Makes a tempting test
But will or won't you ski
Mask on this store run
More guns up, more funds, morphine
More fiends
More deplorable news for camera crews to
Shoot more scenes and they morphing
Black or white, the paper
Chase, the glassy pipe
The needle and the haystack made of needles
The refracted light of
Self-reflecting's worse
Short and squat, gravity
Rough from overtouching buff
From holding up the mantlepiece for you
To place your tchochkes on
Mementos of your visit to where
The men go ignant
And women catch her trickin'
And no one tripping but you
So get your f*ck on
Or stay and get your f*ck on
No one really gives a f*ck
