| They see me, They see you |
| We stay two steps from disaster my words |
| Stay free, stay true |
| And we don’t look back we packed enough rations |
| For me, and you… |
| If they need our help then they can come get it |
| But we, are cool |
| And we never get bored surviving this story like |
| Two tone rebel — peddle through til' armageddon |
| Arm n' hammer habits cuz' they’ll beat you if you let em' |
| 2nd gets the minutes but the 1st amendment’s better |
| Yeah that gun can really talk but he sucks at writing letters |
| Incommunicado — heart colder than old gazpacho |
| I’m sippin' on that hard and I’m living for a motto |
| Looking for a reason to appreciate the breathing |
| But I’m only coming up with all the women in Ibiza |
| Not a bad one- |
| Goddamnit I need a bad one |
| One that hits me twice a day then hits me with an and one |
| Futuristic in fluorescent vicky secrets |
| With a penchant for the purple looking good with that cohiba |
| Yeah- we blowing pine trees thinking bout' the landscape |
| While the world is burning cuz' they turning from the handshakes |
| Diplomatic deflation- no more pageants or facelifts |
| We be losing our minds- no more homeostasis |
| No more cities that work — Work |
| No more leaders to lead — Lead |
| No more coagulation |
| They just leave us to bleed |
| They just leave us to wonder what the fuck we’re doing wrong |
| They just needed to keep us underneath their fucking thumb |
| So no more thumbelina |
| And no more stumbling either |
| Handle emergencies — with or without the FEMA |
| So adios — syncratic |
| Idiosyncrasies |
| They want us all the same, but we think differently |
| So cut a tree down, and make a life boat |
| You’re gonna need it when they cut the fucking tight rope |
| They look anemic when they fienin for the white vote |
| Fuck a voter card I burn it up inside my pipe bro |
| I let the smoke clear, then watch the sunrise |
| They vacay hallucinatin' with them fungi’s |
| But fuck that we work |
| Two tones is first |
| I’m Black Pais til' my ass gets murked |
| We keep it moving til' the death |
| Reach another depth |
| They take away our rights |
| Then we hit em' with the left |
| I ain’t speaking on the parties |
| I ain’t really got authority |
| Independent’s how I’m leaning |
| Cause they scheme with their reporting |
| Politicking for pennies' |
| Congress be trippin' plenty |
| Smoking that campaign |
| Legalize it already |
| Fuck reppin that Akin, I separate him like bacon |
| Got 6 degrees in my corner that turkey’s ready for basting |
| I meet him I grab a broomstick cause told Biggie told me to do it |
| Legitimizing with justice that puppet’s lucky I’m foolish, huh |
| That two tone’s got a ring to it |
| Grayscales they bail cause' of the chin music |
| I ain’t playing around I’ve fuckin' been truant |
| They no shows, no class, they fuckin' live stupid |
| I broadcast like that little Ted Koppel guy |
| Fillet chicks but dammit I’m done with waffle fries |