Expire Genus

Intro:

He's also a great artist whose awareness and taste enable him to interpret any kind of music with total mastery, subscribers have heard him recently in music as diverse as robust Italian folk melodies, and 18th-century art songs, now he turns to steal another field for his newest release

FDR Museum of Biological Warfare, yeah, JakProgresso, it’s mad quiet, yo, yo, psh

Verse 1:

Look at them, a lot of these rap divas
Rather duck a paid battle for a safely booked event
All I hear is like what I shoulda coulda been
If I cared about another artist's show maybe I woulda went
Some o' these heads just got fumes and soot in ’em
They need to take a union team of bulldozers to a prison of pusher pen
You can't make this all up
I sit in a cave makin' raw stuff
It's not deep, I rap over beats and fuck 'em all up
I'm not impressed with the interior of a toy bus
I saw one, I am the eggman and the walrus
I been sleepin' around (true) patches of difficult hours in a basement forest
I can change energy based off a creative aura

Chorus x2:

I am Cthulhu, Acharon architect
Dalì 2020, the real art deflect
If I'm trash then you gotta be shit (Shit)
Fuck every co-signers gotta be rigged

Verse 2:

Yo, FDR, jOHNNY23, no not Con Air (Nah)
Illest bars I ever wrote was a note that incited a bomb scare
Walk-ups like Berkowitz aimin’ at blonde hair
The locks flare, still rip doing bong tears (Woah)
Bodies stashed up in Holmes of H.H
Violence resort they vacate, free Tay-K
I’m bakin' Christian in soda, so it’s faith based
My tribe scream with bloody running face paint
And eat think and rats in tanks like snake baits, we unpack the chips
Smokin' big fat packs of grape ape
I'm here to salt the dead, fuck all the rest
Make rappers try to blackball a vet, dead all the bets
I call collect
With dynamite sticks rigged across the vest, the callin' threats

Outro:

- Well then you’ve had a lot of fun in your laboratory, with your experiments, dreaming up something new, you're a dreamer, doc, too much money is bad for dreamers