Lab Mites

Intro:

Yo! Haha, downstate bop, tape school, man, to them Upstate blocks, right, Lo-fi Lucy work, King Tripper, Gonzo shit, equal old Saturn, Fatal Dose, Earwig Chapter III, right?

Verse 1:

All hallows cometh, bare in a blood filled hollow bucket
I was up in the sonogram makin' shadow puppets
Peyote aloe blunt tip, at 60 gonna be a guinea zip
Pharaoh sunken, black Camaro Bucket
Stackin' plates daily, I'm a gym rat
Juice and flew to get hash, moniker on the trip back, Yussef
Heard it's fake, just me Sam in a 38
Dead birds in the trunk like Harlem kingpins on Turkey Day
In my nerdy phase, made pipe bombs and scrape dirty blades
Recoverin' cannibal clean 30 days

Interlude:

- The cause of death was strangulation, but from the depths of the indentation marks it seems that the murder must've possessed exceptional strength
- The shallow skin cast, and the collapsed sac-like appearance of the body is a direct result, of a total evacuation of all the main arteries
- The body is totally drained of blood

Verse 2:

Yo, shed blood on the podium, in Saturn gifts
Pattered shift, built from the bottom up, ladder lisp
Batters mix (what?), sound from underground cavernous
Processed the cattle grids, mortar the castle bricks
Die ops die fast
What if a species inhale oxygen and exhale dioxide gas?
Watch mine, watch the face of the clock fly past
Wow, hahahahaha, yeah!
Back in the day you thought, off-head raps were cool (So?)
Back in the day I brought a dead cat to school
My generation, with guinea pigs to test the meds that's unloose
Your shit's generation's kids sniffin' the same meds in school

Outro:

That's when he discovered he was sufferin' from a terminal disease of the brain, there is no cure, there is no treatment, and he seemed to change almost overnight, he even have him board up his studio, he wouldn't even talk about his work