Critical Distance - Deep (They're All Gonna Laugh at You!) lyrics

[Intro] TALK TO THE BOMB, TEACH IT PHENOMENOLOGY [Hook] They're all gonna laugh at you (x2) (Teach it phenomenology) [Verse 1] Yea b**h, I'll bump your sh** When I'm laid out and candlelit Can't handle it? Disarm 'em then harm 'em I dismantle it Got 'em like -- "It's a new life for me, I'm ready to start over" -- Dosing, can't fight the notion Of your frozen memory, PTSD Your thoughts are too deep You can't sleep Smoking on that f**ing piss weed Get with it, Philip Dick sh**, the wickedest Can't make it? don't fake it b**h watch it, before I break it (You got a) Tendency to dependency You blind fool, better ease up on the Hennessy, or else -- (They're all gonna laugh at you) But don't feel iffy bout the spliffy because -- (They're all gonna laugh at you) I'm buzzed So talk to the bomb, teach it phenomenology, even though -- (They're all gonna laugh at you) f** 'em, let that prophet speak the prophecy It's too deep for ya'll Your house built of straw My drawl make walls fall, b**h [Hook] Smoke so much weed when I leave they gotta fumigate Ruminating over what the bu*tress illuminating To hate ya' is just human nature I'll waste ya' Exit the matrix, ya' fake b**h You know you betrayed us Can't hide, it's the bu*tress The toughest, spit the roughest poems As my dome speak Why you staring in disbelief? Your art's weak bu*tress make you cry and leave critique b**h I'm messing with your abstract expression Don't speak, learn a lesson Rule number 1 -- don't sleep Or never again peep the sun Trust me ya' doubting Thomas It's gonna be real trippy I promise Don't have a b**h fit, jump on my witch stick My rap game mad infective Because I seek perspective like a f**ing detective [Hook]