Lyrics Volcano - Anti-Pop Consortium

Volcano

You ain’t got to say «It's a go»
In my lane, I won’t follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
Another day breaks, my game stays insanity
Lighting bolt hits the beat, another battery
Charged, behind bars, I have no gravity
Fresh out the lab, white coat to infinity
Sayyid, aluminum trunks with new chemistry
Followed by Buffy, the Body, and two symphony
Some amenities for the energy of the ministry
That independently is responsible for the divinity
Televangelists hand me the hammers and the manuscripts
Then I get to shootin' and zoomin' like Los Angeles
Proper ambulance, light the candles and burn the cannabis
Your boy’s big trip, tell shorty to pack sandwiches
Couple flashlights and water and gauze bandages
We goin' roamin' when no one’s flowin' alone
It’s not understood (dootsrednu ton s’ti)
Till I come back with computers for the hood
A 7 Series and something sick with a throttle
Ugly on a strip like Rosie O’Donnell
Then vanish into a tunnel while angels singing soprano
And clock sees my shadow ‘cause we are tomorrow
Back it’s that native New York hork, the talk that we walk
Is sideways, raised and amazed
My aim when I came in the game was about change
Without doubt watching the haters about-face
The Brett Favre of bars with boys above par
Cut from a stitch in a cloth that’s long lost
Switching off the switch in your back, switching me on
Switchin' on the Michelin S-men, chess men
Old vet send young rappers over the bench and get it
So many shots, who’s fitted with it, who benefitted
With a pen we needed to get it over division
Your hoping it is more like this when although there isn’t
My team leading illegally when receivers leavin'
You been taking a beating, you beastin'
Gentle my gentlemen, your measurement is miniscule
Mr. Primetime, shit on your shine, clock-cleaner
Closed casket, the magnificent bastard
Will break your heart and enjoy it, but scared away and avoid it
Heat like a fire alarm with no battery
Yeti, crop circle, psycho, Dr. Mangle-a-Mic
Brought riot back, the ball back is ball-bean
Close as quilts, shell-shocked the body body
Let’s celebrate, it’s a festival so there are decibels
Worry the whack, we too worried to speak
Amazed, spit amazing, a maze so amazing
Y’all same old same old, lame old volcano, holla back
Buzz like ten tinnitus, on the mic it touch like Midas
Sees the brightest of the brightest the right way all day
On your knees you pray
For the return, the abstract rap Rat Pack is back