Lyrics Tired Atlas - Madlib, OH No, The Professionals

Tired Atlas

Been through a Carter, Reagan, two Bushes, and a Clinton
Changes with Obama, and now we got a Trump trippin'
But I’m more interested in the Franklins
'Cause the more we get invested up the rankings
And I ain’t no growner, shit, I can’t flush money
Birds be chirpin', can’t do the hush money
Off of that dust money?
I’ll dust money
Ice cold, had that face leakin' out slush puppies
Kim un pushed nukes, Putin changed the vote booths
Police ain’t got patience, they just wanna fuckin' shoot
Anybody black, that’s a fact, and it’s terrible
Livin' inside a era that’s Eric bringin' that terror through
Fighting all of these battles, tryna break the barricades
We do it 'cause our grandparents' parents were a pair of slaves
This is what I’m cut from, this is how a nigga’s made
I’ll act civilized once I feel a nigga’s paid
To the cradle 'till I’m layin' cold stiff in a grave
Specificially in the ocean, all that mixin', I be shiftin' weights
It be a tsunami everyday, got the people all enraged
I got the globe on my back
People don’t even know how to act
I got the globe on my back
Runnin' through space, been doin' laps
I had to put it down for a minute
Weight of the world so heavy, go ahead and try to lift it
This is your world, this is your world
Your world, this is your world
Look at 'em, shook like an earthquake
Sinkholes pullin' cars, livewatching earth break
Little bass frequencies, this is how the earth shake
Too many broken people, not enough work space
Not enough Cloud space, livin' in a loud place
Greek control the world not enough now-face
Mugshot, wow-faced, throw in the towel face
Life here to beat you up, leave a bloody foul taste
Close-range action, long-range sharpshooter
Pipebomb-packin' hackers at a computer
Trollin' through the traffic
Thumbprint unlockin', algorithm magic
Streets in the net poppin', fully automatic
Spam in the webwatchin'
Every transaction like the corner with the narc plottin'
That’s as hot as volcanic lava rock spewin' often
I got the globe on my back
People don’t even know how to act
I got the globe on my back
Runnin' through space, been doin' laps
I had to put it down for a minute
Weight of the world so heavy, go ahead and try to lift it
This is your world, this is your world
Your world, this is your world
The fuck is going on with niggas out here, man?
I don’t know what to do anymore,
man, I had to call Mike.
What’s going on, son?
Y’all killin' me out here, man
You must be out of your motherfuckin' mind.
Hit the deck.
Seargant.
Now for a good, clean.
*gunshots* blast