Built To Write - Adapters lyrics

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Built To Write - Adapters lyrics

[Intro: Stephen Baldwin - "Half Baked"] Get me a toilet paper roll, a corkscrew, and some tinfoil "We don't have a corkscrew." Alright, then get me an avocado, an ice pick, and my snorkel Trust me bro ... [Verse 1: Inqwesson] Hey yo, if God willing, my Godzilla style will never stop illing And I've walked a million miles now without feeling sh** Rock diligent. My militants move against criminal cops, they k**ing kids Shot in the face for less than pot dealerships The ones out in the block possessing hot dividends Seems society's fine with non-civil sh** Two thousand and something, racism still exists Better close your door, and don't deal with it.' We got uzis for troops, and school's ill-equipped That's barbaric. My heart's tearing Apart while y'all staring It's all fair in love and war? f** this! Funny how the one's making the war don't know what love is If money rules this world, then I'm barely making my budget Just saying Satan can s** it! Throw two in the sky, like antenna That a'int a peace sign, it's a "V" for vendetta [Verse 2: Face Valyou] (We adapt, we adapt) Some hearts pumping with nitrogen, cold as winter in "N" "Y" Leave you french-fried, but I'ma' get by, and then some Manifest fun. No sweat son Stay breathing even if it's only through my left lung f** if I can't afford it Locate resources within my orbit Watch me work sh** gorgeous The same force that leave your man hemmed, could make a plan stem It don't stop, not even where that land ends No country for old men. So catch me if you can With just my hand and a pen, I transcend Flex and let plans bend, we're full time innovators If I don't have ink and paper, carve rhymes with a razor sh**! I'll rock a concert with kitchenware as a drum set We're in the house, so you quick to sublet Bet against us, and that's an upset Either not done yet, or on what's next Like, surviving on nothing but McDonald's burgers They say "I'm lovin' it", I call it quasi-murder Try to avoid the yellowed arch unless I'm extra parched Refresh from head to Clark's and peddle in parks In my business, we give kids a head start It might take a village for one to get smart If I built sh** tilted it's deliberate Recognize my illness without a well visit What I print is something (something) you shouldn't try to limit Like, how many heartbeats per minute And if hip-hop was k**ed, then this music is Hindu The same rhythm to kick to. The energy continues And in that, our style's kinda' Einstein-y In the way it stretches minds and then ideas recycling Balance environments. Where your thoughts and mine begin And then, and again, and again... [Fade Out]