austin gossip carriers

[Verse 1: Departure]
I done made a thousand gestures in a thousand places
I done had a thousand pleasures, seen a thousand faces
These rappers think they get brownie points for a fuckin' placement
Flip you 'round and sit you down 'cause to the game you're fucking faking
Every time I cried, a thousand variated screams
You need some experience? Bitch, I'll take it geriatric please
Flag on the play, they say "this guy's got psychiatric steez"
Every systematic stain has got a trick up its sleeve
You not ready for this tape, I wouldn't count on it
I wouldn't trust a check 'cause there's a chance a bitch would bounce on it
I'm with my mates, we play the tunnels, got the town on it
I smoked some under the bridge and found a brown dog corpse
That was my highlight of the night, first day on the tour
We bump the shit for punks to mosh and kick some dust off the floor
Getting crunk is a must, compose the Austin score
Pop the pimples, it's inebriation out your pores
I get pic asks from dudes I've known since elementary
To be the Zappa or the Albini, you can't prevent me
Some people out here, they'd rather want me gone
But got mad 9 to 5's, constantly singing some assembly songs
It's a waterfall of tears when I think about my life
Dropped album of the year and I've yet to pick up the pipe
No to throwing towels, a word treasury on the mic
Episodic memory, but I've never thought about it twice
If you thought that I was trash, I'm treacherous to your expectations
Tortured mind, I make amalgamations out of sense of patience
Orchard's mine, I nurture my garden of Eden to complacency
Every day is an expansion of vocabulary
I got word targets but they laugh, call it imaginary
Slice your capillaries and pussies become reactionary
Interplanetary expansion, bitch I could cancel any
Tom Dick and Harry singing anti-revolutionary songs
I could slide on any track that Serengeti's on
I'm not a clone of Dose or Sole or Slug or El or Aes
Or Masta Ace or RAP Ferreira, I'm a master of my era
Scratch the records, bitch I'm causing more terror
Than any competitor forever, the best text editor
I'll level with your secular tactics, I'm 24/7 on mad shit
The temperature numbers are fucking massive
If it don't register, I'm gonna mark you as retarded
A member of the funky bunch, pre-meditated reservoir kid
I got stepmothers who'd headhunt for me
Send a messenger to the game, I'm an outlying irregular
Pacify any senator
I sniff out any unloyal girl, I'll disinherit her
I take major unexpected turns due to resentment
I got old friends I see as fucking ethnosettlers
But I treasure all these memories forever