[Intro: Silk Animus and Sample]
Every backward a** f** on the planet, I smell like shoe polish, my ex-girlfriend is catatonic after f**ing a dead guy, and my present girlfriend... I'm here to scant the plans, make one of those suggestions, that too
[Verse: Silk Animus]
I feel like an ocelot an awful lot
Because I'll never get a cool nickname like 'Broccoli Rob' (Yup)
My people are livin' empty voids
Move ins like we're century droids
Checking off the listening points
Building our empire with burrow tools
Digging these bottomless pools
To build with ponderous coo's
I'm so progressive I could be polyamorous too
Maybe not, entangle the roots
I'm a cantankerous fool
Language in the lucidity like the language is new
Fluctuate through the fluidity like, "Thanks for the juice"
Crushing entail like the gingerbread that hang from his tooth
These clerks finally smiled at me, that's what changing can do (Yeah)
I never buy ya art, I download it from third parties
Cause essentially from birth you grew up to be Noam Chomsky (Word)
There's too much goin' on in here
Walls are weird, your vessel's commandeered
And your back-handed compliments are far too hard to hear
A soft spoken rapper, often mistaken for lexicographer
Next philosopher to die in the hunt for new polymers
I believe in [?] writing the sounds of laughter
I couldn't record that day, I was floating the river backwards
I couldn't record the next day, I was holding my severed head
My depression is seasonal, I'm only on my summer dread (Yo)
[Outro: Sample (Voice 1 and Voice 2)]
These are your golden years, player! Now come on in the house and say bye to Shawlene and the kids. f**ing kids. f**ing kids? Yeah