Anti-Pop Consortium - Volcano lyrics

[Hook] You ain't got to say “It's a go” In my lane, I won't follow All I do is dropped, an old volcano [Verse 1: M. Sayyid] Another day breaks, my game stays insanity Lighting bolt hits the beat, another battery Charged, behind bars, I have no gravity Fresh out the lab, white coat to infinity Sayyid, aluminum trunks with new chemistry Followed by Buffy, the Body, and two symphony Some amenities for the energy of the ministry That independently is responsible for the divinity Televangelists hand me the hammers and the man*scripts Then I get to shootin' and zoomin' like Los Angeles Proper ambulance, light the candles and burn the cannabis Your boy's big trip, tell shorty to pack sandwiches Couple flashlights and water and gauze bandages We goin' roamin' when no one's flowin' alone It's not understood (dootsrednu ton s'ti) Till I come back with computers for the hood A 7 Series and something sick with a throttle Ugly on a strip like Rosie O'Donnell Then vanish into a tunnel while angels singing soprano And clock sees my shadow ‘cause we are tomorrow [Verse 2: High Priest] Back it's that native New York hork, the talk that we walk Is sideways, raised and amazed My aim when I came in the game was about change Without doubt watching the haters about-face The Brett Favre of bars with boys above par Cut from a stitch in a cloth that's long lost Switching off the switch in your back, switching me on Switchin' on the Michelin S-men, chess men Old vet send young rappers over the bench and get it So many shots, who's fitted with it, who benefitted With a pen we needed to get it over division Your hoping it is more like this when although there isn't My team leading illegally when receivers leavin' You been taking a beating, you beastin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Beans] Gentle my gentlemen, your measurement is miniscule Mr. Primetime, sh** on your shine, clock-cleaner Closed casket, the magnificent ba*tard Will break your heart and enjoy it, but scared away and avoid it Heat like a fire alarm with no battery Yeti, crop circle, psycho, Dr. Mangle-a-Mic Brought riot back, the ball back is ball-bean Close as quilts, shell-shocked the body body Let's celebrate, it's a festival so there are decibels Worry the whack, we too worried to speak Amazed, spit amazing, a maze so amazing Y'all same old same old, lame old volcano, holla back Buzz like ten tinnitus, on the mic it touch like Midas Sees the brightest of the brightest the right way all day On your knees you pray For the return, the abstract rap Rat Pack is back [Hook]