Busdriver - All Pastel Everything lyrics

[Verse 1: Busdriver] We're not gonna quit, that's the popular myth of our ancestors Wallow in, drop to the pit with a sock on my prick And my hands severed, I got one option to pick in an ominous grip Of a planned centure , I take it cause I'm no apologist For the chocolate chips that make a man's center, I'm where a hollow abyss And an obelisk can stand together. While you're out talkin' that sh** Those innocous crips they fan embers at the book burnings When I jot down the script, my god is a b**h who's transgendered Up and dropped off a fifth on a modular synth, it's a great gesture, n***a (the opt of a gist when a cop is a fit for a clansmember) It's on the top of your list, a pop of the clip withstands pressure and squeeze (Now shot to shift?) (my...) was a damn treasure, and you are lost to the mist Cause you're not equipped to be man's successor I'm the next step when the postular swiss leave tropical fish that swam together (But you hate front me cause the bottle is thick) and my skin colour is a tan leather But I can start you over, let me paint you, I can paint you 'cause I can never hate you [Hook: Open Mike Eagle] Let me paint you, I wrote a riddle in a dream And it came true Riding around town selling bottles of this oowee From the moon like these other fools can't do Let me paint you, I wrote a riddle in a dream And it came true Riding around town selling bottles of this oowee From the moon like these other fools can't do [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] They handed us the precious stones To keep your flesh and bones dancing in infected zones And that philosopher's rock is just a stepping stone The higher goal is putting stutters in your metronomes And we can lock this whole vibe in a quarantine My brothers hover in the sky like they war machine The first moment's like a high dose of Thorazine That when the chorus sings I swear to life I see an old forest Brontasaurus scene And three enormous kings, the Eye of Horus, start recording while hornet stings My vital organs vibrate like a super-string Spin the black circle till it sprouts Mini Cooper wings We got the doubts so had to slow it down to bulletspeed And fast forward as back where it used to be before king Cooper introduces you to user-read Keep a journal 'cause my future is confusing me, it's looping beautifully [Hook] [Bridge: Busdriver] Paint me a comet that I've never seen One that can't be mistaken for anything Likethe center of the sun Paint me a comet that I've never seen One that can't be mistaken for anything (I was born a king I was born a king) [milo] I sat by my secret window to draft a thesis On stretch limos as they pertain to black Jesus And nascent bimbos destined to consume crack pieces And why come it's never gringos who lack visas To work food trucks and make tasty snack tazers I felt its reverberations through my hipbone And I spoke the truth through wide n***a lips syndrome That's why accidental racism was just a thorn to me Mike Eagle keeps telling me that I was born a king They could not possibly afford the thing that they came to seek They try to tame the meak, they'd have to pain their feet And speak daintily, they couldn't pay off these plaintiffs with their plane receipts And I have found purpose from the pain in me The days will pa** and my curls will begin to look more like a crown And I hear Alex Haley's ghost speak in Morse code without a sound