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[Verse 1: Departure]
The second portion of the driver's suite
Where the well-adjusted policeman says unto you
"You have the right to retain violence"
And detains violently
Who is he on the pious highman's tray?
An entry-level layman who makes on average
One hundred and fifty nine dollars a day
In my state and claims to have a say
In the morality of my faith?
In the brutality of his state as a self-governed slave?
With his mockery of diatribes and the irate
He will eventually find fame in the ironic right way
Because his job is not to protect and serve
But rather to purge the earth
So the beauty of his her must not perish before the church
Stand before the hearse and burn
[Verse 2: Departure]
Appers are like Hitler's body parts
Not a single piece of you is properly buried anywhere
It's a republican dairy fair
Got Denny Laine writing Penny Line posthu-mossly on your nostril hairs
There's a spoonerism across the chair
Approximately 2 feet beside the driver's seat
Circle back to the driver's suite
How can a minor be higher with a little clan
If he can't drive in peace?
To afford a thinker's license is 500 minds a piece
The abstract rap poet moseying along the page
It's not Reaganomics, my shit don't trickle down, bitch it's fake
I represent your life and your family in a posh picture collage
Bit the croissant, found a worm in it, figurative Holocaust
It's 6 million ways to die and 8 billion need to survive
Following Operation Gibraltar, ever make it past 25
View in the context of a war in another war in another just for your pride
And arch your back before your arms before the dive
Stand before the lake and die
[Chorus: Departure]
Stand before the lake and die
Oh, how I love you so
(Oh, how I love you so)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm just riffing, man
[Verse 3: Marsaccio]
Eye for an eye, make sure I'm blind when I mumble
Something so subtle, transmission blew the space shuttle
Fishing for answers, ain't shit to gain from a puddle
Clear for rebuttal, tan kid took weeks now I feel like I'm more than enough
Words so tough, I needed to cuff an answer
Crazy nigga was never a dancer
Brush to make a few new strokes, I took notes
Hushed nigga and cancelled out, don't give a fuck, nigga
I'm bouncing out, irony of a negro cop is they won't plant an ounce
Even if they riding with death, renounce claims to your words
What I heard isn't what planned out, ain't worth to expand
Aizen how I planned, the industry is damned
I'm just wondering who can, man? Toucan Sam
Is it up to me or is it my fam?
I think it's the former, dormant forces against niggas
Look to arrest niggas, I pray they ain't aim at my chest, nigga
Being alive still a flex nigga, me and Departure the best, nigga
Verse so fresh but are you hearing the depth, nigga?
Peace