Play Deader (ft. Zeroh)

Yeah you know that I'm a boss in this scene

Shaking heads up like washing machines

Coming closer to the toast, call it bossa nova, rocking regimes

Most of those about as hop, copping pockets of jeans

First rockets with the greens, unlock it with the seas

Seeing sockets plop stocks slop and pops go obscene

What do these wham bam thank you mam ramifications mean

For the stations of teams bringing hate in

The mean for the good boys eating all their greens and

Masturbating teams showing seams in their slatings

So what the fiends making, cause these bathing apes shaking

Boldly cold fashion gets moldy when it's old

And trends go from the new thing to remember when it sold

Forget about the inner outer soul, man

It's been about the old man, take on his toll and

Reuniting the titans of all the rock and roll bands

It's cold, man

Play possum

The trendies??? Shatter to clear across the chasm

I patrol the bottom

The flatlands of lost and jealous, well-read spells hellish

When I curse inverted verse got 'em tripping in a church

On the corner, next door a liquor store

I go to bless the blunt, blow incinerated matter so aesthetically

I revel in its thusness poetically

Bust this phonetically incongruous song often to bond us

Spew molecules about the outer shout they want it louder

Outs to bounce outweighed the ounce and now it's sour

I renounce the power to punk in good nature

Fuck what you thunk, truncater, great space is my major

Embrace the spherical swing like lightsaber to vader

Bring balance to the high wire acrobats who waver

Shake the faker til he breaks false face traitor

Talents favor the flavor of grace so save prayer for later

My blood's to a boil consisting of a mix of crown royal and oil

Seeing double like trouble and toil

Wayne's here to leave varmint's undergarments soiled

And steal whatever girl, cleverer than the man she foiled

Brandy, spoiled in the rambling banshee

That's me but at this point I can't seek pee, speak or see

Can't see me behind vietnamese trees

I'm charlie to the mic checkers, you know my sector is

The space that the crowd spectates in the vector

So meet the hecklers

Or see my man zeroh, he can jump you like checkers

The next to be perplexed is the crowd

Aroused by my browsing, renowned by my housing

Hounding by some clouds when I'm drowsing

Off, got emcees coughing in the cloth, losing fingers

Looking like a three-toed sloth, who's the weaker

Peer, stare behind boozing singers

To appeal to the pool in the master plan's beaker

This malicious minimalist mistook your book for limitless

And overcompensated the fire required to negate it

Is this??? Bliss and our destiny to hate it

If so I prefer to face the fear and fooled in faith to jade it

Plain text edits stay elated for forever-ness

Sever heads with clever stress expressed of a papyrus

Tapping the ass of an atlas, going places ass-backwards and mapless

Synap-analysis rap you can't grasp this

Without a tagline

Fucking, fucking fools, puppets

Play dead, go to sleep, forever