Hardliner (streak), crack the felt-tip
Clock-winder (tweak), patch the velvet
Cap gun AirSoft electric
Eat the face off a centipede
I'll Metroid your section
A bitter cold heart from a bit of a slow start
Pivot on a shitter shitting out a Wonka Gold Card
Inka-drinka bottle of Aquanet
Hock a loogie at lookie-lous
And you? Jockin' it
Promise of stressing out
Them long days could snap
Then split wrists with style like slap bracelets
Stack cases not murder raps but cases
Full of MPC's, guitars, basses
Drum machines, pedals, and crap to murder rap
Yeah, I don't take a sec to breathe I ain't heard of that
See, I'm just here to press through
Continue to rep Doom
And splinter the mess from blow up the spot to wreck rooms
Sims hopping in
Mid-continent occupant
Cold spot non-stopping it
From the stock locked old cops cocking it
Who works for who is so obvious
So bend the barrel back
Send the Herald that
Nothing but news for the numb with the thumb on snooze for the young
Booze for the rest just to keep on pressing
You're looking fresh but who you impressing?
Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past speed traps
We don't want that
We don't take that
We don't need that
Save that act
You play the part, we play the blade
We scrape your heart
We came to take the mark
And it seems that the heart is the heart of the problem
You want the view from the roof
Don't want to build from the bottom
Truth is we got 'em
Brick by brick over fist with or without 'em
The road is slick but I steer through
Push the pedal with the red-and-blues spinning in the rearview
Top Ramen jar-sipper, bar-ripper
I dig to build, they dig to fill the sifter
We'll probably never grow up into a Cosby sweater
Hobby better
Yet ever quit
Well probably never
This is not a switch
This is in my blood simple as spit