[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]