Disassociated,
My robotussin bottle empty.
Train of thought’s a runaway,
I guess I got some enemies.

Said, just take ten of these
Im so far gone, but im quik like nestle.
Bitch, don’t test me.
Straight murdered the beat, but them fools can’t arrest me.

Call a doctor.
Sickness is killin ‘em slow.
Auditory plague indiscriminate,
When stealing your soul.

No self control,
Black hole matter compressor.
Suppressor on the tech,
Hidden in the top drawer of my dresser.

Tenured professor.
Im teachin' the kids with a smirk.
Cop me some k from youngin.
I told ‘em all to do work.

Go berserk, yoked out,
Like fuck the molly.
Im lookin for a dark place,
That I can hide the bodies.

[Chorus]
Null set..
That’s a malfunction.
Null set..
Bumpin' with them youngins.

Null set..
That’s a malfunction.
Null set..
Yea im out there stuntin.
[Chorus] x2

Got me a thesaurus for christmas,
What is this.
I think we need newspeak,
Shit, Orwell did it.

Poppin' off Redenbacher,
Regardless of genre.
Binary beauty, its black and white,
Reciting the mantra.

Malicious malware,
I don’t really care.
Zeros and ones, can be fun
My virus ensnares.

808 clap, snare.
With the boom bap.
Trap.. music.
Is just a tool, so I use it.

Mighty foolish of you
To produce ignorance.
Figurin’ business is business,
But my shit be a little different.

Schism religion.
Resulting in the fruition
Of ideological bullshit,
And im fuckin with it.

[chorus] x2

Well..
Lets talk this out.
If the puzzle is unfinished
Then which piece are we without?

There’s no need to shout,
Use of inside voices.
But my inner voice keeps tellin me
To murder all these bitch MCs.

Not lyrically,
But twenty to life literally.
Giggling at the prospect,
Working until the stage set.

Game point, match set,
Flyin in the learjet.
A kamikaze pilot,
Deviceless except for respect.

How big your slice is,
Determines interpretations
If your only reference for measure
Is the mother fucking paper.

Monetary wet dreams,
About the scene.
Fuck your team, fuck your songs,
They all about the same thing.

[chorus] x2

Get it, get it, gone.
Wait, that’s wrong, bring it back a second.
Stupid Mod Adon, is this song
Really sayin' somethin?

Naw, it’s a long
Shot to decipher the syllables.
So think what you want,
Opinions are not empirical.

I hear ya doe, you’re feelin cold?
Your temperature below zero?
You’re angry ‘cause your friends fucked you over,
Now you’re six below.

Well, you were slow, so they left you.
Behind, ‘cause life’s a race my dude.
But it takes two to tango,
So I bet you screwed them over too.

Only a fool puts up with shit,
While bitchin’ ‘bout what they been through.
So zip ya lips, and cut the shit,
The weakest link was always you.

Feeble minds ignore the truth.
While great ones exploit it.
Gimmie a pen and pad, Ill point it out
Then you can pay me what I’m due.

Then you can pay me what I’m due.
..
Then you can pay me what I’m due.
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