* One twoGet behind the walls of new Roma, wanna buy the farmBut
the land's not yours to own?Who owns Police? Who holds
floor grease on a sandy beach?Blood beachDance with a man he
starts clutching, he uglyPunks hung halo teachHugged by the math
with the cable reachA hundred and sixty-six channels litTo train
that animal sh*tWhere the mind's eye redefinedWhere's
God? Buy a car, Kick tiresBack in Eighty-Six I livedWith a
four-course artistryMetal ones took turns showin' off
colors and sh*tLike I invaded the mating dance ritualCriminal
nowWild things defined beautiful under my powerEl Producto
flash-fest-issMotherf**kers be like, "Ow, why haven't we
left yet"Blithering sideway twang, the youth and brain
management troupeThe man is like BOOOPYou can't touch the
Krush GrooveI live by the lunch tableTouched fablesDucked
labelsLookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible
stablesSigned to RawkusI'd rather be mouth f**ked by Nazis
unconsciousCallin' all bomb threatsRadio re-activated,
caressUnder hella-ified missle defenseFenced in, better blame it
on fame sh*t and grinWalk with a bag full of kittensTake it to
the river and throw yourself inIn about four seconds the ether
will begin to leakWho wanna hold hands with this sicko
malnutritionistSoaked in newspeak?Dissolve into the syncopated
fragments of vinyl splashed on loose leafWe can embrace on the
business end of my face firstJoe vs. the Volcano suicide
beefDance with the vinyl monsterDevil in a blue skyline with
clean conscienceSave the gestureBut can't save the
children, weren't worth the effortI'm a CavemanYour
modern ways frighten and confuse meI watch your spirit box with
the blinking lights and thinkAre those little people trapped in
that box? (No, Caveman)But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus
Mackie Avalon compression Combined with 8-step effectedDirty
words paralyze words and infect sh*tInfectiousInsofar as the
ineffectual bed for elections Development arrestedTrapped in the
Cuckoo's nestLooking for the nexusIf it's wild like
that y'all found infrared scope in the clutch of a
tyrantNew World lullaby SirensStuck migrants, bust 'em by
violenceIt's all bad timingGetting merked on a Tram over
Roosevelt IslandYou think that's spacey?Deep Space 9
millimeter, son, keep smilingThis is for the fringes and suchMy
generation just sit like dustFeed 'em off of us and ask
what I trustTell these stories, I'm right here holdin'
my nutsRight here holdin' my nutsRight here holdin' my
nutsRight here holdin' my nutsRight here holdin' my
nutsThis is for the fringes and suchMy generation ain't
friends with slugsThank god for the drugs and drumsTell these to
read it, I'll be right here hidin' from gunsRight here
hidin' from gunsRight here hidin' from guns
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