chorus:

they see me, they see you

we stay 2 steps from disaster my words
stay free, stay true and we don't look back we packed enough rations
for me, and you... if they need our help then they can come get it

but we, are cool - and we never get bored surviving this story like

verse 1:

2 tone rebel - peddle through til' armageddon
arm n' hammer habits cuz' they'll beat you if you let em'
2nd gets the minutes but the 1st amendment's better

yeah that gun can really talk but he sucks at writing letters
incommunicado - heart colder than old gazpacho
i'm sippin' on that hard and I'm living for a motto

looking for a reason to appreciate the breathing
but I'm only coming up with all the women in Ibiza
not a bad one-

!@#$it I need a BAD one,
one that hits me twice a day then hits me with an and one
futuristic in fluorescent vicky secrets

with a penchant for the purple looking good with that cohiba
yeah we blowing pine trees thinking bout' the landscape
while the world is burning cuz' they turning from the handshakes

diplomatic deflation no more pageants or facelifts
we be losing our minds no more homeostasis
no more cities that work work

no more leaders to lead - lead
no more coagulation
they just leave us to bleed

they just leave us to wonder what the $#&@ we're doing wrong
they just needed to keep us underneath their $#&@ing thumb
-so no more thumbelina

-and no more stumbling either
-handle emergencies-- with or without the FEMA
so adios - syncratic

idiosyncrasies -
they want us all the same, but we think differently


verse 2:
so cut a tree down, and make a life boat
you're gonna need it when they cut the $#&@ing tight rope

they look anemic when they fiendin' for the white vote
$#&@ a voter card I burn it up inside my pipe bro
I let the smoke clear, then watch the sunrise

they vacay hallucinatin' with them fungi's
but $#&@ that we work
2 tones is first

I'm Black Pais til' my $$# gets murked
we keep it moving til' the death
reach another depth

they take away our rights
then we hit em' with the left
i ain't speaking on the parties

i ain't really got authority
independent's how I'm leaning
cuz' they scheme with their reporting

politickin' for pennies'
congress be trippin' plenty
smokin' that campaign

legalize it already
$#&@ reppin' that Akin, i seperate him like bacon
got 6 degrees in my corner that turkey's ready for basting

i meet him I grab a broomstick cuz' told Biggie told me to do it
legitimizin' with justice that puppet's lucky I'm foolish, huh
that two tone's got a ring to it

grayscales they bail cuz' of the chin music
I ain't playing around I've $#&@in' been truant
they no shows, no class, they $#&@in' live stupid

i broadcast like that little Ted Koppel guy
fillet chicks but dammit I'm done with waffle fries