SlopFunkDust - The Messenger's Message lyrics

Yeah, every man see him 'Sail to Byzantium' For those that can't see him, they lost man leave 'em Transparent transceiver, no hand lever On the hand receiver, the signal gets weaker Cells excrete polymer gels that form hardened shells That repel interrogative drills in the torture cell Sounds like Hell, not exactly Rap for me, this human's cavity interacts with me Blood, liver, and lungs, external viscera thugs Cutting me up with glitter covered gloves I ran out the building, ran to the building where I parked Why are my children not in the car? I am not unraveling, I am calm I'm staying at Bigelow Arkansas obeying the law, playing GRAW They ask questions with Russian like aggression From the on screen projector, what is your intention? Moratorium? I got four of them, meet me in the auditorium I'mma show you how to talk to them Right handed MC, used to be lefty Wind direction don't affect me, my spotter corrects me Open the eyelid, check behind him like crazy Ivan On the coastliner, Psilocybin, crazy rhyming With third Density binding, galactic plane timing The Pleistocene is rising, I cannot describe it Lavatory tidy and quaint, brand new paint Laboratory, huge, sprawling, brand new warheads Space grunts line up face front Base jump into the waste dump, complete Phase one Bone shards scattered all over the bone-yard We low crawl paying no attention to our nose at all I see the beast, pupil size increase Seen it grab somebody off the street, bite and release I decrease my silhouette, try to lay flat Zero in where the chest and the neck intersect Take a breath than hold it, but only for a moment Stay focused or your first one will be your last, soldier Woke up in the Infirmary, here's your papers Thank you for your service, young man, see you later Cardboard paper signs say: "Will eat rhymes three times a day if you could only spare me a dime" Real Hip Hop spitting, that's how I'm livin' I mount my weapon like I mount my women Intercept correct beats, sleep, search, collect, and keep I like it, let's meet next week The mind of a weirdo, it's not really clear where he goes Nobody here really knows Everybody wanna ask questions Don't pay attention to the messenger, listen to the message