Pretty Lights - Measuring Watts lyrics

Take a ride on a rocket to a distant star I got a different start I've got the pistol parked underneath the front seat of the car In case they're measuring watts, checking up on what I got I might be a dead man walking, skeleton talking But I'm out here sparking, man, I'll be still squawking Barking until my pulse elevates Talking ain't no way my damned veins can be saved Avoid the quicksand in vehicles unmanned I got the cash in hand I got the master plan Underrated but I'm never overestimated I stepped into the game and now I'm fixing to play it I couldn't take it on the sidelines Now I'm tryin to get mine, I'm gonna shine in my time I've got a hundred million rhymes, a hundred million times A hundred million dollars if I sign on the line Make me an offer I cannot decline Or I'ma ride because my people gotta eat, I'm on the grind I took the time to get the lines in sight I've got a mind to fight, I got the key and kite I lit the pilot light, yeah I can rhyme all night And see my light from Chicago because I burn so bright, alright? All up in the circles I move, I'm always caught in the groove But I'm still skirting the rules, and I'ma take you to school You know I stay with the tool because the fools wanna bruise... Bruise Who? Watch out for the keeper because the banks delay Checking them checks for the crime that pays Got another crook on election day Well that's a robbery never going away Watch out for the reaper because they're tanked today Back them on down if they're trying to spray Watch them all fall, hit their knees, and pray I'm my brother's keeper I done paved the way I've got more air and flow that'll go there I roll With a gold chair that's brighter than Times Square I'm right when I declare that I am The King here And all you fake punks take a walk off a short pier I'll be in my beach chair just smelling the sea air And see to it that this new army is prepared... What do you know about the ops and the mission? Turn up, take notes, boy, and pay attention I've gotta mention things I can't mention Not the banker with the pension more Geneva Convention Take you on a ride in the fourth dimension Bring attention to illegal detention It's an extension of the penchant for greed and deeds To guarantee that you and you and you and me can be free Finally did it, and still ain't checked up to Hoffa Yeah, I got an offer... It's sickening how I've been ripping I keep it flipping I'm dipping in and out of predicaments avoiding sentences A stranglehold I brought a load to let my pockets grow I've got a rocket, though, so watch what I've foretold I'll watch the block get sewed, the clock is tocking slow Well I'ma sip bordeaux, and maybe paint Van Gogh Maybe read Thoreau, and maybe Golden Globe Because I'm a real old soul, this ain't a Minstrel Show So they've got a crisis on nights I'm on and off of the flights And in and out of the pipes and in and out of my sights Packs'll come overnight The buffers I overwrite are making dollars disappear in the light They want to know what it's like, me and he reunite Trying to improve human rights, it's something bigger than I But not quite, it ain't black it ain't white So sit tight - it's Nick V and Pretty Lights