[Commentary: Sesta and K21]
Oh my god! Ohoho? Oh my god! Ohoho! We the future! This is no longer Soylent Green! This is Soylent Fuchsia. It's my man K21, and my man Trials. Put it down, one time, hit it up!
[Hook]
[Verse 1: K21]
We got the big beats, sixteen, they like what you seen?
You play or intervene, I'll make you chase another dream
Probably party with some beauty, faded off the Soylent Green, but
If she ain't a looker, I still take one for the team (mattock!)
K'll erase your fate and razor blade your limousine
And f** an eavesdropper, always say it like I mean
It's a bully who be swarming your parade with k**er bees
Never take a breath; I breathe through the tainted melody
Always coloured in black, how I paint it in the street
You're never f**in' with that, bring the pain in every crease
Sometimes utter and cra**, how it's hated how I be
But the flavour is unique, so we make it and you feed
(It's people!) Danger in the chain, but chained up by their feet
Still, I'm masterin' the art, although I'm slavin' on a beat
The rhythm just got pissed and so I lay her down to sleep
And in the morning, I don't wait until she wake before I leave
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[Verse 2: Trials]
Now the food is from France, and the girls? [?]
T'll put you in your place, and I don't mean real estate
Even pay the bills every couple f**ing months
'Til I'm pointin' to the sky, show them what the f** is up
(Golden Era!) In the place and ransacking your groubles
Me and Moose make it up with Terminator pupils so
(Come with me if you want to live)
Nah, scratch that, come with me if you want this spliff
I'm in the hatchback, rolled on up, stink of Difflam
While you're at the festival, tryin' to spot them wristbands
My appetite for smashing mics is tremendous
Grain loops for breakfast, gout like I'm Genghis
'Til I'm out like [?] Star Licks
Landed on the planet to pop the rims off your T.A.R.D.I.S
Now, even for a bargain, never barter with a piece of sh**
That piddled in their own bed and didn't wanna sleep in it
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[Verse 3: K21 and Trials]
I'm bringing braggin' back with a battleaxe while they nanna nap
Featherweight, I'm Manny Pac while you're crashin' like cataracts
I ain't havin' that in my habitat when I touch brakes
Or turn a motion picture to a snuff tape, you cupcakes
A honey, sweet and sour, on a tune, never flawless
I move like I'm lawless and never write a suitable chorus
With a drone orchestra, the haunted fortress, debaucherous
Horde of authors sport an aura that'll make Susanna board us
Oh, thank you! If you ever stuck in the vacuum
In space and you slip from the ship, then I'll catch you
(Word!) Case you build a statue for my therapist
I made the whole crowd play imaginary pheromones
Nope, there's no comparing him to anything that's ever lived
That's even close to a relative of modern medicines
Dad's not creepin' in the house to play Black Ops
You need to take a seat over there - I got them chat logs
(Oh, I wouldn't wanna be, um... oh boy)
[Hook]
[Outro]