Dr. Quandary - Not of This Earth lyrics

(Louis Mackey) Here's a trainwrecked actor or a mainstream rapper with a catchy line So ya'll stay enraptured I'll fall back to it eleven times Hipster hop, devoured up, beaten to d**h By what the hour wants in and out, one media breath But easy chump, this beat is just a reason to be breathing demons up Til I'm seeing leaking guts, steeping in sea of blood He told it clear the little prick only had to speak it once Whose whole career is moldy beer, cigarettes and seedy blunts I'm awfully sick of settling for small kicks of adrenaline Half-wit woman, liquor and prescription medicine Now there's nothing more to lose, so it's worthless to say That "it's all been done before" a**umes a purpose or way Above our orbital fray, a direction working to gain A knowing of a higher source for our pain, an order, recourse for the blame But there's nothing, never was, just good ole' crude enslavement They set up you up to get your blood thru your own hallucinations (Thirtyseven) People want some entertainment ... simple little statements Rap is noise with free plastic toys your kids can play with Waka Flocka Flagrantly retarded garbage artists just exist to hit The hardest target market, which is hipster kids This crossover pop flow is so boring... Kids, just GO FOR IT, off those little domes with no choruses I know I should hold my peace, but see, most of your flows are weak And yet most of the sh** I've said is straight over my critic's heads I'm larger than life, the poverty nights with ramen and rice Then walk in tonight and Viking slaughter the mic f** waitin, the frustration of a couple month waiting Then change it up to playing buzzed and waking up in bus stations The art of the scam...yeah, man, I'm part of the band Drunk for days, wake up and ace some Harvard exams So pardon me man, see, I'm basically a shark with some hands And if you're gonna spit, please f**ing spit as hard as you can...