| You don’t know what’s next
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| Generation X gotta prep
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| Only for those who can see it:
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| The iPhone is an anagram for the phoenix
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| I’m a woodwind instrument repairman
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| Dashing, handsome and daring; |
| a Tuskegee airman
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| Reduce my ground-speed to give the underground what they need
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| If they don’t know what to believe:
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| Then I don’t know what to tell 'em
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| Bliss; |
| ignorance is a weapon
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| Illusions in the middle of the desert
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| Or in a sanctuary city, I stand corrected:
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| It’s all connected, take an alter exit
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| Move on to the next shit
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| G-chrome, can’t talk late night on the phone
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| 'Cause you don’t live alone
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| 1 on 1 with Angela Yee
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| Bacon, eggs and cheese
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| Lowered torso, legs and feet
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| Hip hop’s first Elon Musk
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| Iron lungs with guts
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| Take it back to the rewind button
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| He was born as a baby in a manger in crystalline light chambers
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| They called him a microphone mangler
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| Developed as a unit, before it’s one love it’s one music
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| His sound gave shape to the future
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| Guess what? |
| the natty dread can’t stand the feds
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| He eat banana bread livin' off grit in the tent
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| Present crisis PR expert
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| Musicbox News network
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| Where they trade net worth for wetwork
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| YouTube: Canibus search, skip over the battle
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| I been rappin since Eve took a bite out the apple
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| The Book of Eli transformed my mind and designed
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| The Paul Thomas Anderson storyline
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| The expression: «Reason without rhyme»
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| Clearly comes to mind
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| That’s why I rarely dumb it down sometimes
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| It’s an accelerated positive feedback loop:
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| Uses Mars system surveillance: I need that, too!
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| The bulk data transfer from the West-Indian black panther
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| Search the universe for answers!
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| We don’t know what’s next
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| Generation X gotta prep
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| What’s comin down the pipeline next?
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| The iPhone anagram for the phoenix makes sense
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| Hip Hop robotics with upgraded optics
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| My wardrum mounted on the wall where I found it
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| Mad-dog maddis mathematics
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| Please read the caption:
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| Binoculars read your lips from the rafters
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| Thanos; |
| cook mean on that drum machine
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| Take it back to the 20,000 man street team
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| Baby-boomers from the future wearing some faded ass booms
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| With an old school gold-plated ruger
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| «How many times did they shoot ya?»
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| What the fuck kinda question is that, who’s the interviewer?
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| Hydrogen powered limited edition Eddie Bauer
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| Gold-colored clouds spark electricity showers
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| When I beam down and rap
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| I yellow tape that
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| My Man My Mellow won’t even say that
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| I lift up my praise and make the rain fall sideways
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| Resurrect Hip Hop from the grave
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| The third-eye brigade, the blockchain bars on a cage
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| Call out the pressure on the gauge
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| Extraction in a half hour, put some man-trousers over them skinny jeans
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| We need man power!
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| Step into my office, excuse the faint smell of nail polish
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| I’m water-proofing my electronics
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| Right, I got things to go bump in the night
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| Fight? |
| I throw you in the trunk space with no light
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| Front-right and center adrenochrome taste test this
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| Now you can’t feel your face, nigga
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| The iphone IS an anagram for the phoenix
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| Soon to be seen by all the believers
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| We don’t know what’s next
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| Generation X gotta prep
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| What’s comin down the pipeline next?
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| The iPhone anagram for the phoenix makes sense |