K...
I'll let y'all do your thing.
Kids going on the bridge to pursue the king... dialing the number in,
n' you knew it'd ring... falsetto, this toolie sing...
wonderful notes, but that will be nothing to the Blues it'll bring...
Uh, remember those days... brings me back to public broadcasting,
people set in their ways... Demigod;
It almost feels like I'm forgetting to age... enemies on the frontlines, but they never engage
Yet, I did it All For My Dogs... that's why they're sending me "strays"...
They say they're at their best, yet I'm never amazed...
Headshot... take you back to the Kennedy days...
Word... or how about Lyndon Johnson? running marathons, like I been in Boston..
To come see the legacy I've been embossed in...!!
Good, n' you'll see it, again.... they come out of their lane?
bring these medians in. Immediately see his soul leaving the skin...
No mortal is free from their sin - this key is akin
To coming to the same apartment Adrien Veidt beat the Comedian in.
God like, as y'all type macabre hype, in verses.
The type of wordsmith to use a surgical knife to write these words with...
Don't care who they bought.
No money in the world is putting
D.S.T on the Doomsday clock..
I know what you did...well, you'll understand it better the older you get...
So, the Gen-Z generation better show me respect...
Street Fighter stones on my neck... so you know...
I'm rolling up like Akuma when I go to collect...
Mad, 'cuz the older generation's the one that sold you on debt...
Pocket on rabbit ears. You mad, it's clear
You had to get you a cab 'cuz your money was bad, 'dis year.
Broke as you'll ever be... pay dividends to cut you a check...
Chasing after the American Dream that the government left...
Brother, accept the foundation crumbling under each step
I walk upon... I lock on arms, like I'm Brock in the Octagon.
You kids do you not belong in the same breath the Big Poppa's on...
Diluted the plot for you Soccer mom's...
Coordinated the spot that I'd be dropping bombs...
Watching as buildings fall - I'm still involved
heavily, in the skill of y'all, till ya kill me off. But until then?
There's no telling where the film ends.
Ask me what's the deal. A lot of hatred I still sense.
Out in the wilderness, as I built tents...
My environment makes them feel tense...
Writers Guild on Strike - I know all these actors are reel dense...
Never feeling fulfilled, hence the animosity of stans, accosting me.
Blam! there goes a hand, across their cheek.
Attempting to stand, however their plans are obsolete.
The Armageddon, is coming. You might as well plan for it...
They can't ignore it.. I smell it - so damn euphoric..
The sense of feeling lighter as it permeates...
Every word reverberates, like Keefe D on the Tupac murder case...
Or Ewol Samo's goons running on Ayoo KD
Playing with me, n' find out what you can, and cannot, say, on TV
Broke barriers down for you embarrassing clowns
with stereos 'round the outer perimeter, turned up. Like, "Are you HEARING ME NOW?
Forget a Verizon signal, the kind of jingle...
Strictly designed to bring you the type of anxiety that makes everything insides you, tingle.