Thornacular

Thornacular

IAME:

The damn mood is constant, fuck an attitude adjustment

I need a new drug, a new topic for discussion

a new product to plug in, trust and care for

Like Wi-fi in the air, I connect with what's out there; and therefore

I'm subject of my being getting thrown, done getting flung

I wipe out a million clones all at once, they're no threat to me

Real recognise real, that's the success of me

you talking shit behind some keyboard, obsessed with pressing these buttons

haters so bitched to the day the names in the obits

they gon' remain anonymous (you're nothing)

OnlyOne:

Money talks? I hope not for my wallet's sake (listen)

Money talks? What the fuck does a dollar say?

To pollenate a devil's ears all it takes is Belvedere

chronic and metal gear, like Solid Snake

I'm a respected songwriter

reaching the upper echelon to set it on fire (chea!)

My vocals is the sickest next to bronchitis (go ahead)

I got mad game and still test it on minors

I'm flyer than the airforce

so fly I make any virus airborne

and I declare war

Mo-b:

Keep one eye open, trust them one iota

and they fuck you, my pupils constrict like meiosis

My heart's colder than Minnesota

golden gopher got me diggin holes to hide the blow

hope this shit blow over

On the corner where I started pumping nickels

they given them rich bread, like pumpernickel

Got rid of more eighths than Sandpeople crew [...]

got the big head in my [...]

move weight, push plates like anorexic dinner dates

trying to get my dick wet and my shoes laced

Gold:

Don't give me reason to reach into your heart-work

and draw inspiration with every fear that you harbour

For free I'm free to do what the ufck I wanna

my land is sea, that means [...] I walk on water

I can't save hip-hop, I'd rather save Darfur

with these words offered, I'm sure to be deemed martyr

riff barber, layin the cut for scissor foods

you I've seen in the sand write in which the vampires interview, but darker

second generation Thornburg forefather, sacrificial life

for this mic like a lamb lead to slaughter

Peegee 13:

Oh yeah, it's a landslide, step aside with Lieberman

you turncoats get turned soft and sent back to Beaverton

and you best be believing in the hype

'cause OD and Sandpeople keep it tight

You know I'm right, but in this case the right got left behind

like Tim LaHaye psycho Bible fiction'll drift away

Right...yeah...as if Tim McVeigh would resurrect from the dead

and kill a building full of rednecks--not happening, not socialist

but their spine's gelatinous, they haven't got a bone to pick

So stop picking your nose and eating it kid

you got some growing up to do

You don't know who you're beefing with