So you should pump this %#@! like they do in the future

Got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie

Walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene

%#@! hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging
I'm a Rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee
%#@!ty little sick kid, the Gipper's hitting for dolo, now I'm rarified

Signal lit verified bossy
$#&@ your droid noise, void boys' 'noid ploy
Oi oi, I'll rugby-kick the %#@! out your groin, boy

Oi vey, the slayers of your harmony !@$^ life
Throat $#&@ your lucky day, the flight of a torn kite
Holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server

Fit a Hertz with a burner, whip to the church of murder sermon
Just a Cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
Future of a gerbil up $$# of !@%@, that's my word up


So you should pump this %#@! like they do in the future


Pump this %#@!
In your floating whip system
Pump this %#@!

In the bread line, the prison
Pump this %#@!
From the chip under your wrist skin


I am Sam, I am known to go H·A·M, the full !@$!
Playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer

Either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
Son of forgotten freedom, rebel ¡Arriba 'riba!
Metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dreamer

Your polluted house speaker, leader
Yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom draws nearer
Here's a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer

Steer a path away from the panic of our era
Pyramided ocular, unlided insignia
Weirder here's another burner born and big in ya

Sector, rectified and fly sound selector
I'm a $#&@ing ill, trill, kill at will etc
BK to the basic DNA math measurer

Better leave the lion alone do not pet him
He'll $#&@-start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather
Whoa


So you should pump this %#@! like they do in the future


Where harmony and love reign
No longer do we live in a society bent on it's own destruction
Children of every race, creed and religion frolic through fields

Of golden dandelions

Lil (*##$

That's some Camu %#@!

Those who know, lust. Trust: the flow is disgust, touch

Producto back rap rush, you'll notice the lad crush
I'm potent, intact, a black-hearted and lunged-up
Tarded and touched, plus designer of funk rust

Oh, El is back on that %#@!, huh?
That Paincave Kid talk,
at the end of the painbow, the permanant stain bop

Maligning my name will holy ark up your squad's face
Viewers of the divine rage learn to worship the hard way
You get it? I don't fade, just float where the poem slays

At home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great
I called but got a tone: better boat out the borough posthaste