EQ2 (Gone by October)
Lyrics
death by aero oh me oh my WILL AND AARON put those hands up its an anthem take that shirt off brush that dirt off til ya wind up with ya pants off! Come on jacket!We came to save the day the only way we know how Make the sound allows the completion or die fighting existential deletion, no third option exists We scratchin holy discs and avoidin flyin discs They say a pictures worth a thousand words written on a hundred thousand lists, we got the rhymes that'll break 100 fists til all ya see is a thousand broken wrists and when your woman done get sick of yo shit hey Will whatcha see homie
A WHOLE LOTTA LIMP ASS DICKS that was speakin with the wrong lips!All I ever wanted was the opportunity to brutally commit a murder
Man, I do it with impunity Get rudely awakened as I break in when it's two degrees And now they got a killer on the loose in the community later in the night I prevent a fuckin slaughter Then I run up in your crib, like a motherfuckin BATMAN killin your demise im savin the lives of the mom and the daughter killin serial killers while I'm eatin BOO BERRY cereal with the critters at the bottom of the water As I hop up in the batmobile and get up out the city
You're not a victim or villian contemplatin civilization
I gotta get away, I'm outta state, but I'll be headin' back I sped up on the gas, I'm on the interstate and really fast My foot is on the pedal, man, I could have got a medal Like a sprinter, 'cause I'm winnin' when I'm movin' like Apollo And I'm racin' with the police at a pace you couldn't follow Now they're chasin' me to Vegas like I'm OJ in a Bronco God-given abilities deliberately crippled by a crooked system
I don’t have all the answers but I think I got the solution How the fuck I’m supposed to prove it to 10 billion motherfuckers about demonic oppression
Macroscopic perpspectives and the once upon a time kinds of lies that im exposin on this record
all the while screamin God help I'm feelin fuckin helpless im sorry I'll always be receptive to the lessons and I thank you Every day for all the blessings I've been blessed with
We'll give the bad guys hell
So, everybody talkin' on my name is 'bout to get it though You always gotta run your mouth, like, what the fuck you on about? You got about a minute 'fore I get up and go knock 'em out Cause everybody wanna be the baddest on the planet Got it backwards, you ain't never been a savage
So, you better get to backin' up and packin' up your baggage Ain't nobody intervening when considering you fuckin' with I got a million angels to fight the demons ive been dealing with while im on a trek to resurrect the reckless and the wrecked fix their esoteric GPS so they have the right discretion when they have to pull over for directions, pull over JUST IN TIME to unstuck the ones still stuck in the suck
While I’m steady holding presence with a holy presence Steady grinding on a beat Into a language that’s not diluted with delusions That leave you feeling toxic and polluted
So you wanna know what pill to take — the red one or the blue Fuck it, eat ’em both
Paramedic to the simulation constantly objectify the personification screamin whats the point of wakin up a soul that refuse to be awakened
[Brief pause] MAN STOP!
If you ever get your head outta the kiddie pen come and see me chillin in the lions den should
And its been a while since i popped Kolonopin
But I got a 10 strip purple pills and some SHROOMS
Let go of your emotions let me show you where the ocean is You're probably gonna want to quit, he's feelin' pretty ominous And got all the momentum, put my head up on a monument but my brilliance is priceless on both ends pay no expense i been rapping off a little bit of Ritalin, but Xanax where my heart began Admit it that I'm witty this will only take a fuckin split second
I gotta clear the resentment that’s preventing me from sending out the messages engineered to cause retrocausal caustic vibrations and even if I ripped a rhyme thĺat had the grit to tear a rip in the curtain
Expose the inner workings and provide the proof that proves almost anything is uncertain even in the calculations Of the principles that are always causing friction so i can give you a predictable precision I’m no longer waiting on putting that pen to paper Orchestratin a statement of creation not listenin to the voices that be faking saying Aaron there is no final destination I just wanna beat the game this life this conscious simulation so my mind can finally rest and my soul vibration resonates the remnants of remembrance and embraces adaptation to its final relocation so! I DON’T WANT YOUR PITY I DON'T WANT YOUR PEACE I WANT THE VOLUME LOUD ENOUGH TO MAKE THE DEMONS LEAVE! HOLLA!