Hunter - Easy lyrics

[Verse 1] It's obvious I got a rocky wrist to compliment my rocky fist Not Sylvester Stallone but I know when i got a hit I always strive to be an optimist; see the positive; See the gla** half-full Even though half the time I don't begin to contemplate on where the hell the bottom is I guess it's somewhat false confidence But without it I'd be somewhat less prominent Plus my brain is where the logic is So when I'm presented with two negatives I equate them As if I'm multiplying them An eye for an eye is my philosophy As strong as communism was for the Soviets Apology not accepted, I'm too buys drafting up my reconnaissance Finding out all of the dodgiest sh** that I can find on you Preparing to drop Hydrogen bombs on you Like Hiroshima slash Nagasaki's populous, I promise it Get ready for the Hunterpocalypse Easy, easy, easy (Woah man, easy, chill out) (Nah man, too soon, too soon) (Step back, step way back) [Verse 2] I always strive to be an optimist; see the positive; See the gla** half-full Even though more often than not I try to break the gla** in two Weigh up the separate parts, not physically, but morally Sometimes a more conservative view can be more fostering Even with respect to psychology But every melody has a harmony Every drama can be rewritten as a comedy, honestly The ignorance of today is the entertainment of tomorrowers I bet they're sitting there in front of their advanced television monitors Watching the surveillance footage of us primitive prehistoric commoners Compared to their metropolis consisting of the marketers And those stupid enough to fall for it A profit-driven utopia for the higher-ups And a deceptive destiny for the grovelers Easy, easy, easy (Woah, woah woah woah, easy man) (That's some futuristic sh** man) (Haha, maaate) [Verse 3] The ignorance of today is the entertainment of tomorrowers But then again, look at the evidence Of technology the archaeologists have found amongst the ancient Egyptian fossils It's amazing the stuff they carpented From the pyramids to their pharaoh's sarcophaguses I couldn't think of a greater task more laborious If you asked a man the same in a contemporary context He'd google who he could pay to make it or torrent it I'm a composer composite with a columnist Documenting my opinions filtered through my own biases Religion's hopped out of the bed with Politics And is now carrying it's love child to the modern-day Sciences She was too s*utty to be monogamous She could even be the personification of the conceptual succubus At least Economics has never bothered with her Maybe that's why it's so coveted Easy, easy, easy (I told you to go easy on them man) (You wanna die bro?) (Son of a b**h) [Verse 4] I'm a composer composite with a columnist Come and catch me in concert, I'm constantly k**ing consonants Goal is k**ing continents Dream is k**ing incompetent commenters That only see commas when on their computers Con them in proper sequence, cause a scene at comic conference Now that's a comic con with immediate comic consequences The only character known to carry complete consciousness What you call correct I call common sense Come again? I'm the master of Cs; a true MC Provocative when I'm talkative But a wise man once said it's better to stay quiet So the choir still believes the possibility you preach what they want you to Maybe I should just stack my catalog to the ceiling and release the entirety posthumous Pac and Poppa did it so why shouldn't it apply to me? My rhymes are better than anything they ever - (Woah, woah, woah man. What the hell do you think you're trying to do man? These people need to eat. These people need to survive. They got families to take care of man, this ain't no game. This isn't something you play. What the hell do you think you're doing man?) (Man man, nah, I ain't putting this sh** out man. Nah, nah, take the first thing, the second thing, the third, but that, nah, I don't want my name on that man, nah you can't put that sh** out man. I don't want to do nothing with that. Nah, that ain't happening, man. Nah.) (Duuude. Oh my f**ing god. Nah that, that sh**'s tight man. That's, that's just what I'm talking about. Oh that's ... brrr.) Woah, woah, woah man!