Yo
Hear the wardrums plunder?
That deafening thunder
You wonder how the armor is so metal, 2 days to carve it, 3 days to nail it
4 by 4 antique Jeep with a stage built in steep
The more you weep man everything beeps
So much Spray paint ain't cheap, ya know
You Kids is slacking a lot
Skills Lacking plot
My words hit you like a Slap from Ridley Scott
Alien or not
Plague in the womb of the industry
The ministry
Wiping rappers off like used Napkins
Black, blue and Bruised has-beens
On a long tradition of overtime
With victory soda lime at 9
Yo Mohawk , No talk, slow walk
I've got the Show bought
Streets filled and shocked.
He's caught, killed and shot
But not a battle fought
Call me Revolver ocelot
Solver the polyglot
I made sure the Only enemy left living is the clock
I still can't f*ckin stop
Rap antagonist
Got naval powers that besieges Athens with showers
From Atlantis known as Atlas now it's Andrew Ryan's city of rapture
I told those ultra right white guys that Prophet Comstock dropped my hot pocket
So I hardened up like the Rockets and ripped out both of his eye sockets
I'm purging for these leaders that don't lead us, wife beaters
High profile killers, pedos and diddlers
Throw them in the trash like a dumpster fetus
A king isn't very powerful on his own
One pawn or more should be enough to break all of his f*ckin' bones
Consumer team drunk
Daily commuter looters with new maneuvers
Steampunk is the future for all you computer users
Training program leave you ready
Soaked sweaty, that Heavy smoke Deadly
Evoque true words with the medley we're broke
Poorer than tribal folk in periods baroque, no joke
New recruiters are Junk Jewelers that grow crueler
Hire Lunar soldiers to bash mics and choke Intruders
The new slave nation of automation grows
Same story with insane priority
And campaigns of glory
Diagnosed and exposed
We've gone to the other end
This is the future when they shoot you you gon' understand
Everything is banned even this jam is a scam
Man in the future you gon' understand
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Yo
Hear the wardrums plunder?
That deafening thunder
You wonder how the armor is so metal, 2 days to carve it, 3 days to nail it
4 by 4 antique Jeep with a stage built in steep
The more you weep man everything beeps
So much Spray paint ain't cheap, ya know
You Kids is slacking a lot
Skills Lacking plot
My words hit you like a Slap from Ridley Scott
Alien or not
Plague in the womb of the industry
The ministry
Wiping rappers off like used Napkins
Black, blue and Bruised has-beens
On a long tradition of overtime
With victory soda lime at 9
Yo Mohawk , No talk, slow walk
I've got the Show bought
Streets filled and shocked.
He's caught, killed and shot
But not a battle fought
Call me Revolver ocelot
Solver the polyglot
I made sure the Only enemy left living is the clock
I still can't f*ckin stop
Rap antagonist
Got naval powers that besieges Athens with showers
From Atlantis known as Atlas now it's Andrew Ryan's city of rapture
I told those ultra right white guys that Prophet Comstock dropped my hot pocket
So I hardened up like the Rockets and ripped out both of his eye sockets
I'm purging for these leaders that don't lead us, wife beaters
High profile killers, pedos and diddlers
Throw them in the trash like a dumpster fetus
A king isn't very powerful on his own
One pawn or more should be enough to break all of his f*ckin' bones
Consumer team drunk
Daily commuter looters with new maneuvers
Steampunk is the future for all you computer users
Training program leave you ready
Soaked sweaty, that Heavy smoke Deadly
Evoque true words with the medley we're broke
Poorer than tribal folk in periods baroque, no joke
New recruiters are Junk Jewelers that grow crueler
Hire Lunar soldiers to bash mics and choke Intruders
The new slave nation of automation grows
Same story with insane priority
And campaigns of glory
Diagnosed and exposed
We've gone to the other end
This is the future when they shoot you you gon' understand
Everything is banned even this jam is a scam
Man in the future you gon' understand
Hear the wardrums plunder?
That deafening thunder
You wonder how the armor is so metal, 2 days to carve it, 3 days to nail it
4 by 4 antique Jeep with a stage built in steep
The more you weep man everything beeps
So much Spray paint ain't cheap, ya know
You Kids is slacking a lot
Skills Lacking plot
My words hit you like a Slap from Ridley Scott
Alien or not
Plague in the womb of the industry
The ministry
Wiping rappers off like used Napkins
Black, blue and Bruised has-beens
On a long tradition of overtime
With victory soda lime at 9
Yo Mohawk , No talk, slow walk
I've got the Show bought
Streets filled and shocked.
He's caught, killed and shot
But not a battle fought
Call me Revolver ocelot
Solver the polyglot
I made sure the Only enemy left living is the clock
I still can't f*ckin stop
Rap antagonist
Got naval powers that besieges Athens with showers
From Atlantis known as Atlas now it's Andrew Ryan's city of rapture
I told those ultra right white guys that Prophet Comstock dropped my hot pocket
So I hardened up like the Rockets and ripped out both of his eye sockets
I'm purging for these leaders that don't lead us, wife beaters
High profile killers, pedos and diddlers
Throw them in the trash like a dumpster fetus
A king isn't very powerful on his own
One pawn or more should be enough to break all of his f*ckin' bones
Consumer team drunk
Daily commuter looters with new maneuvers
Steampunk is the future for all you computer users
Training program leave you ready
Soaked sweaty, that Heavy smoke Deadly
Evoque true words with the medley we're broke
Poorer than tribal folk in periods baroque, no joke
New recruiters are Junk Jewelers that grow crueler
Hire Lunar soldiers to bash mics and choke Intruders
The new slave nation of automation grows
Same story with insane priority
And campaigns of glory
Diagnosed and exposed
We've gone to the other end
This is the future when they shoot you you gon' understand
Everything is banned even this jam is a scam
Man in the future you gon' understand
Writer: Arthur Hosken, Hugor Hosken
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid