The biggest bad in the baddest town,
ain't half as big when you chop him down,
and when he falls, yeah, when he falls
they'll string him up in the city halls

Take me for a loop because im working like a goddamned tool
And im trying to play this one way through just to
Get it through to you,
Can you hear it now
Can you hear it through the static shock
Plug in baby, we're rocking at
Eighteen thousand ectowatts
These cameras got more than eyes
These snares got more than fears
Monkeys got less under-knuckle
Cause they rocked this sound right out of here
In fact i think you caught it first, dude
The worst crime, clued in, ever since
Kanye and all his friends, first discovered auto-tune

To whom it may concern, ive consumed
All that i have ever learned
I learnt to keep my mouth agape
For great apes to come and feed their brain
To me, you see I'm a vacuum
Of wit, too full so I got to spit it out
Regurgitate the hate that spawns
from every soul I take
Right now I'm feeling awfully full
But a heart as caverness as mine
Is one I cannot hold in proper tune
So I vomit bright hip-hop'plasm
Bout my spasms
To silence macro-phantoms
Atoms split, go boom
This sound fills a room

It's silence of the bands
As monsters reach their hands out
To raise music from the dead
And to stick it in your head, now
Your ear holes hear me
But its your brain I want instead
Thats my target, and im dead on red

The biggest bad in the baddest town,
ain't half as big when you chop him down,
and when he falls, yeah, when he falls
they'll string him up in the city halls

Yikes, shock and awe
Here we go, its another attack
Too many name's that i've forgotten
Leads to mine being without no tracks
And the fact of it is
That i'm sick trailing without a fight
Now I got my knuckles up
So let's swing wildly into the night and
Make a plan, With the cards
You were so unfairly dealt
And work your way out the ground
And grab the legs of those who put you down
Cause I'm living proof, even the dead can raise again
But once you're gone, its certain, that coming back wont be easy, man

And i'm stuck in keter land, I'm stuck in the wetter sands of time
And now im bitter man, looking for better ways to hit rewind
But this aint click, i aint no adam sandler bitch
This is real, real talking, feels blocking
Give me a reason to not be knocking
do you hear the talking?
Cant get in, for fear of walking dead
And now im in your head, just like
surgeries of shutter islands end
Who am I?
Who be you?
Who will you grow on to be?
Not my call to make, just wait the time out
And we will surely see

It's silence of the bands
As monsters reach their hands out
To raise music from the dead
And to stick it in your head, now
Your ear holes hear me
But its your brain I want instead
Thats my target, and im dead on red