Esh & the Isolations - Bury Go 'Round (feat. Iame & Wool See) Lyrics

All rise
Never mind, lick the boot and crawl by
Small guy with tall wife that's all thigh
Bob Power low end, crystal ball eyes

Stay alive, double knot family ties
Live or die, survive the famine inside
Take a Hip shot, ignore a plan to divide
In the name any invisible man in the sky

F*ck it, let's let the planet decide
I guess worldwide calamity's nigh
I ain't falling for no glamorous lie
Your favorite rapper is a nail in a hammer disguise

Better check if his Pampers are dry
Me and mines induce a panicky vibe
If the pay sucks, then shit on the manager's dime
Don't pander to the masses witty banter aside

Kiss my stereo
Spit them black cat miracles
'Til flower girls toss them marigolds
And merry-go-round my burial

Merry-go-round my burial
New age hazy
Loose fit faith
As I lazily
Float thru this shoe-gaze space Who saves face?
In this shameful coast
To where graves lay
And souls decay
Faster than their casings
In this 2k late, blind date
Being stood up by our saviors - Still waiting
Move the info, I mean "product" Post-haste
While we waist-high with waste Polyethylene waves
And we Wade this Deadpool
That was once suitable for fish hatching
'Til they all got caught up in six-pack rings Sorry Esh, is this too off-topic?
It's just disaster's my home address Trudging thru & hopeless
My exact f*cking coordinates Rappers still whoring
For some face ink and ornaments Shut the f*ck up
And let the 808 speak
It's more important than your oratory - Basic little boring bitch