Mike East:
Coming to you straight from a motherf**ing problem
Mighta fell outta heaven, but never claiming to be a goblin
Seen a lot of Jokers up in this Gotham hoarding all the attention, so I decided I would rob them
No matter what the BPM I fit the pattern in
Chattering elaborate avenues, I'm a labyrinth
Wittily crippling simpletons that I'm battlin'
Laggin' from the embara**ment and begging for an Aspirin. Pa**ion-sin / Zeta like Catherine Jones, odd or even? Cast your grim votes
My cacklin' crackin' ya abdomen bones, a poet and I know it, throwing javelin flows!
I'm reaching for the stars like a skyscraper
'til everybody is stuck on me like flypaper
Getting lodged in their throats, call me a Lifesaver -
Double-entendre, two-sided sword like Maul's light saber
The worst of both worlds, dreaded in heaven but the Devil will never let me in
At first your toes curl, but then in your skeleton, I'm injectin' venomous medicine
Letterman smile from biting the bullet
But now I've got the trigger and I'm dying to pull it
Spittin' in millimeters, riddin' the frigid, feel the heater -
Steady - calling - all that - bullsh**
CHORUS (Zak and Mike):
AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY THE TRAIL OF BLOOD AND BOOMBOXES
ZAK 'N EAST REACHING A.R.M.S., WE ARE THE NEW PROPHETS
THE RIFT IN SOUND, RIP IT DOWN, NO GREAT BARRIER
GIVE A fu*k, MIX IT UP, WE ARE THE GREY AREA
Zak:
Drop every inhibition with a shot or two
And keep a picture of a keeper in my pocket, too
Lose every second of hesitant reticence while my heavensent bretheren and I malevolently rock a tune
Destroy a stage in your general vicinity
Gimme a second while I instigate ubiquity
Got it down on bended knee, put a bullet into the back of a track's head, dude I don't know what's gotten into me
Now it's dead and it gets to know heaven
Man, I hope it knows a reverend, turn this sh** up to 11 now
Zak is back in a black and white suit and tie, dude, call me 007
Twitter happy rappers get to calling it the YOLT Age
Electrified, can't speak in my voltage
Do it when I'm 70, still rocking in my old age
Push your Bentley down a hill and watch you want a roll cage
Incidental arson / implement a pardon
Told me to keep it down, so I burned down his apartment
Yet, still, every charge was acquitted, even though I said I got no problem admitting when I stop and I think, and I nod and I wink, and then I just smile 'cause you all know I did it
Got a point, I can see it in the comments
Dude's right, there's a lotta Jokers in this Gotham
But I know the Chatter is badder so I watch him stomp 'em
Leave 'em all lying in the lost bin
Takes more than that to shake my confidence
Take one good long look at the populace
Nothing but loser Luthers, trynna be supers
Thinking they can goof up my Metropolis
CHORUS (Zak and Mike):
AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY THE TRAIL OF BLOOD AND BOOMBOXES
ZAK 'N EAST REACHING A.R.M.S., WE ARE THE NEW PROPHETS
THE RIFT IN SOUND, RIP IT DOWN, NO GREAT BARRIER
GIVE A fu*k, MIX IT UP, WE ARE THE GREY AREA
Mike + Zak:
From the cold Northern shores to the warmth of South Florida, Zak and Chatter keep it cla**ic while them other cats are borin' ya
Soaring high in the sky, the stork finally arrived
Born to silence the jive: welcome to North On 95