Red October

Mic check

Bruh
How you gonna let this go down
For foot .. you didn't show up at the showdown
There's no grout
I dissolve foundations and molecules
Your surface is soluble
Incalculable, intolerable, egregious error
Let's dip before Lif sees us, terror
Spotted you, then sodded your bones down in your hometown
Visitor from the perimeter
Special move, semi-cicular, ill-finisher
Crippler, time continuum rippler
Put you in your place in a space that doesn't exist yet
Cadet fall right in line

I'm earthly a fire side
State your element and make a brush fire
Physical crush, sire?
Yes sir, jester
How we dispose of such liars
Barbed wire around the town crier
Throw the friar in the deep fryer
Shit has gone haywire
SOS, the message is deaf
Danger - watch me walk outta the manger
And still remain BC in 3D
A digital Christ appearing on your TV
Salvation station better known as channel three
A dark void, for rappers I've employed and destroyed
With the b, boy

The real terror is us locking our windows
And closing our shades because they're gonna invade
In other words raid, locked in by law
Free in a fly car, headed toward the casbah
Extend your wings and feel the razorblade clip
Sit and watch the blood drip, button up your lip
Don't say nothing, you knew the plan would expand
Til it squeezed you out, you didn't re-route
You went shopping
Another purchase from the cashier, at your service
Employed by the corporation
Waiting for the days when they won't be paying humans
Termination's loomin'
Assumin' you got a backup plan for that dried up 401k, but hey
Did you hear they lift the ban on assault weapons?
Can you bring me back a AK and some EMJ?

Word up, now it's bloody murder
Curvature of your frame from overture
Heat rays, we're all going down in the blaze
I've entered another phase
Mega - I sin, boxed in by sin, dilemma
I touch earth and cause tremor
The natural force, the past will be lost
The present is a gateway to a mayday
I remember in my heyday
I felt I could do more, fantasize
Now we're paralyzed through war
Bombs will keep droppin'
Our hearts will keep stoppin'
Help, we need coffins: these bodies are rotten
And their bank accounts growing, blood flowing
Through the veins of a woman having labor pains
Take your child and run
Build an ark, buy a gun
Sail toward the sun
I'm sorry to announce time's done