CRASHprez - Thom Yorke is Black lyrics

[Intro] "more perfect." All Black Everything... [Verse 1] Morning bell, dollars and cents on my mental Scatterbrain days just to cover the essentials When night falls, I'ma call my kinfolk Fingers fulla tree, pack purp like sardines in the blunt She s** Sangria like young blood Sit down, Stand up I don't even feel no stress here Everything's in the place it's supposed to Hamms on deck, hands on deck now Cheap wine, hors d'oeuvres from the Whole Foods Tonight we dance, tomorrow we dreadin' Don't bring a f** n***a through to this setting Cuz if drama's en route and the knives come out, it'll look like a punchup at a f**in' wedding I don't know why you bother Honeymoon's over, you had to hate I shout "Worldstar!", pull the Android out, you done picked the wrong Negroes to agitate today And I'm a peaceful person With an empty space inside my heart for hate Another weak bar, erased Another A&R to break Across the face Better have the airbag on deck f** yo couch, n***a, f** yo suit I'm climbin' up the walls for a view of the truth A way to get 5 outta 2 + 2 All this before I go to sleep I leave my spirit all on these streets I lay in these reeds Cuz all I need is a *hitmayng beat, as you can see... [Hook] I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke The more you try to erase me, the more you comin' up short I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke You're so f**ing special, and I'ma creep you out more (I swear y'all just wastin' y'all breath...) I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke (I swear y'all just wastin' y'all breath...) I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke (I swear y'all just wastin' y'all breath...) I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke (I swear y'all just wastin' y'all breath...) I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke [Verse 2] I am not these extra guys Let's get something rectified I'm a Black Star with an iron lung Leave you high and dry for not respectin' mine You can call the feds on my karma cred You can strip me nude, I won't testify And I might be wrong when I sing this song But my falsetto got you petrified Keep Keith Sweat, I'm Thom Yorke If Jesus was bronze... Thom doesn't have to be blonde He has an Afro, a Panther Quran And hit Harlem World for a damn renaissance So leave me be in peace Don't make me pull the atoms out If you want to disappear... I can show your manses how You and whose army gon' stop this pimpin'? This plastic earth can't hold weight on my ma**ive worth Bodysnatch the kids for my master work To meet people easier, stop trippin' I'ma make ill sh** you'd swoon to I'ma do a remix with DOOM, dude I can't grant you the luxury to f** with me Your card house might not fall as comfortably as my jigsaw The beat goes round and round forever If these hills harrowdown, whatever I'm fit, I'm happy, forever Catch me ridin' round on a Friday Lookin' for Pablo and such Lookin' idioteque and stuff And it rained all night, but I don't give a f**, cuz... [Hook] [Bridge] I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke Hands on your hearts, it's the f**in' National Anthem I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke I just gave up my ghost, trade my limbs in for a phantom I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke Don't get any big ideas, they ain't gon' happen, y'all some rookies I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke I take 15 steps... then a sheer drop in that p**y, n***a!