Modern Apocalypse Songtext
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Modern Apocalypse Songtext
The black genius gene valuable like ash of a Phoenix
In pools lava seen devils take baths with a demon
A Christie Agatha puzzle, don′t be mad at the hustle
Packing the duffle
Before I rest I'll be stacking the bundles
Let my legs stretch
300 on the leg press
They keep saying less is more yet we worship excess
Fielding death threats brushed it off me like asbestos
When you living decrepit nothing seems so unexpected
The rejected now becomes accepted We tuck the weapons
Conduct sessions in a way
They try to reconstruct my methods
But fuck your lectures
This for heads who bump the records
And who got it from the dirt
And had to come up from the wreckage
Was dipped in fly apparel from the Bush to Clinton era
Life′s a Quentin Tarantino flic during the blinging era
Police was stalking us stopping us asking us for documents
Big brother tracking us shit's a modern day apocalypse
We went from
Centerfolds feeding you at grapes
To your body feeding daffodils
Decomposing in the earth, you was chasing mass appeals
Now you feed worms, as the earth rotates
Seeing the sky turn purple from a turquoise shade
Became much more seasoned as the turmoil age
I burned the midnight oil with a Virgo's rage
An inferno in my heart from skirmishes I didn′t start
But I made the bed I laid in I furnished my apartment
Extended my hand to motherfuckers who later bit it
While witnessing some of my favorites turn to racist bigots
The brain is a trick it plays games with you niggas
When obstacles in the way
I learned to switch lanes the quickest
My nickname can trigger like Rick James Bitch
You letting feelings linger on some bitch made shit
I′m the last glacier the sun hit I resisted
Y'all can keep it real I always kept it realistic
Apocalypse
In pools lava seen devils take baths with a demon
A Christie Agatha puzzle, don′t be mad at the hustle
Packing the duffle
Before I rest I'll be stacking the bundles
Let my legs stretch
300 on the leg press
They keep saying less is more yet we worship excess
Fielding death threats brushed it off me like asbestos
When you living decrepit nothing seems so unexpected
The rejected now becomes accepted We tuck the weapons
Conduct sessions in a way
They try to reconstruct my methods
But fuck your lectures
This for heads who bump the records
And who got it from the dirt
And had to come up from the wreckage
Was dipped in fly apparel from the Bush to Clinton era
Life′s a Quentin Tarantino flic during the blinging era
Police was stalking us stopping us asking us for documents
Big brother tracking us shit's a modern day apocalypse
We went from
Centerfolds feeding you at grapes
To your body feeding daffodils
Decomposing in the earth, you was chasing mass appeals
Now you feed worms, as the earth rotates
Seeing the sky turn purple from a turquoise shade
Became much more seasoned as the turmoil age
I burned the midnight oil with a Virgo's rage
An inferno in my heart from skirmishes I didn′t start
But I made the bed I laid in I furnished my apartment
Extended my hand to motherfuckers who later bit it
While witnessing some of my favorites turn to racist bigots
The brain is a trick it plays games with you niggas
When obstacles in the way
I learned to switch lanes the quickest
My nickname can trigger like Rick James Bitch
You letting feelings linger on some bitch made shit
I′m the last glacier the sun hit I resisted
Y'all can keep it real I always kept it realistic
Apocalypse
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