Ant Farm

[Swank Daddy]
(Yyyyyyyyyyeahyyeahyyeahyyeahyyeah!)

Bounce rock, bounce right, bounce left and I'm gone
New day, new dank, blue skies and we on
Ride high, ride it higher, better ride to the song
We done pork chops to pork rinds, come on and belong
To this train I'm providing, to this train I ain't driving
When all come the middle, this train would rather be wrong
You see, my homie don't wear flesh or lose sight of his pawn
And do you know it's your own? This life ain't too long
Religion over war, tell me what's keeping you calm
Making love with your lover or playing catch with some bomb
This spot decides I either need this baking you strong
So players ride when the heaters of the players facades
Against the grain, I face my squam parallel with the dome
But it's like holding on a notion while skating cross a pond

[Mxlplx]
Bored to the ceiling, ceiling to the sky
Skyline to the feeling, feeling whenever I get high
Multiplied by the rhythm and what it feels like to die
Decide there's no prison of illusions in your mind
Ride along night vision, to confusion I am blind
Die alone like a mystic in the clutches of design
Tryna zone, tryna visit other countries then recline
Get a real nice buzz going on over here
Rolling dice, roll the butt, cold and nice atmosphere
Elevation blowing up in yo guts
From the cuts to my nuts, run up til them had enough
Rush the chest, with the touch of death
Consumed by the hex
Voodoo on my tongue, black magic on my breath
True to the drums slamming cardiac arrest

[G Rider]
I'm going, going back, back downtown
Living so low that you know I'm underground
Illuminati got me vexing wage slavery
Smoking hella blunts and showing bravery
Elitists can't see this or even understand
Ego is the code to see God's plan
Commitment is the trap that is necessary
Hustle and strive, another body buried
Transition competition need to crush them
Need to express through sport, rush a pin
Patterns and sequences follow to the next
In my Walkman walking DAT, 21st I make a left
Next in my teenage appeal
What you really can't see or feel
Persons on the temperatures rising
Lost in energy, drawn to me and striving
I'm younger than I realize, scared and hella crazy
Walking down the block feeling much too hazy
My fear isn't realized, paranoid and serving sacks
Walk to the corner store to get a blunt wrap
My neighbors tell me stories of events in their life
Women used to teach me, now they're looking for my wife
Fuck it, am I slipping? Hell nah
I bust hella raps and my body's hella raw
It's the final countdown paced generationally
Thinking hella free, do you see what I see?