Busdriver - Worlds To Run lyrics

[Verse 1: milo] This slack-jaw mealy-mouth I mumble when I'm 'round the house I'm trying not to do no chores today Crying in my underwear I lost my sense of wonder, there No, I'm not Milan Kundera Though this lightness is unbearable The feeling is indelible I'm wishing I could teleport somewhere Transmolecularize through the secular eye I remember when Vegeta stomped Bardock's neck in Two prayer hands to the heavens Good Lord, bless Him I was a broke slob watching Ghost Dog Writing Post Hoc If I could muster just one good throat chop And honor my shidoshi Because 'dim mak' means 'd**h touch' I been Spock, I been clutch In thin socks, I'm bu*thurt Impervious pervert with n******gish fervour Crashing Linux server Who didn't to change his laundry over Who needs to buy toilet paper Indie rapper, sorta faker 'Cuz I couldn't afford a mortgage or a Studebaker 'Cuz I couldn't afford a mortgage or a Studebaker [Chorus: Anderson.paak] When you're deep in the raw Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart There's only so much truth you can keep in your bowl Speak your piece, but words are too harsh [Busdriver:] Overspoke my piece I'm known in the streets When you're deep in the raw There's only so much truth you can keep in your jaw I can run the world from my mama's house [x3] I can run the world When you deep in the raw There's only so much truth you can keep in your jaw 'Till it bleeds through the wall [Verse 2: Busdriver] Every song responds to a threat Every laundered dollar's wet But if a mom's like a song torn breath But as long as I can ponder the depth And the king sorta stinks of lunacy I roam the rinks in sync with the jinx that are having me sink the moon and the sea ? Bankers clink drinks as they uplink to the sphinx's coonery I'm on the brink, I could fill my sink with the king's j**elry Yeah, who is he? Driver. I am from a dead world Sole practitioner of his customs and know the RPM of your head twirl Driver old as f*** My daughter old enough to vote Rap songs blowing up on the coast Loyal subjects rolling up that smoke Cuz I dictate terms from an ensnarled perch Yeah, and Leimert Park is Winterfell Rumors I learn to Splinter Cell pitches sale from Mike's Citadel Exact an explicit Hell Empty the fire and sway My music on Pirate's Bay as my elusive alliances fray I collude with a silent clay and infuse a vibrant day With a soothing eye of decay -- putting food on the dining tray Yeah, I can do this my way [Chorus: Anderson.paak] When you're deep in the raw Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart There's only so much truth you can keep in your bowl Speak your piece, but words are too harsh [Outro: Busdriver] When I was a younger man I could feel the entire world But now that I'm older...