Mr. Lif - Red October lyrics

Mic check Bruh How you gonna let this go down For foot .. you didn't show up at the showdown There's no grout I dissolve foundations and molecules Your surface is soluble Incalculable, intolerable, egregious error Let's dip before Lif sees us, terror Spotted you, then sodded your bones down in your hometown Visitor from the perimeter Special move, semi-cicular, ill-finisher Crippler, time continuum rippler Put you in your place in a space that doesn't exist yet Cadet fall right in line I'm earthly a fire side State your element and make a brush fire Physical crush, sire? Yes sir, jester How we dispose of such liars Barbed wire around the town crier Throw the friar in the deep fryer sh** has gone haywire SOS, the message is deaf Danger - watch me walk outta the manger And still remain BC in 3D A digital Christ appearing on your TV Salvation station better known as channel three A dark void, for rappers I've employed and destroyed With the b, boy The real terror is us locking our windows And closing our shades because they're gonna invade In other words raid, locked in by law Free in a fly car, headed toward the casbah Extend your wings and feel the razorblade clip Sit and watch the blood drip, bu*ton up your lip Don't say nothing, you knew the plan would expand Til it squeezed you out, you didn't re-route You went shopping Another purchase from the cashier, at your service Employed by the corporation Waiting for the days when they won't be paying humans Termination's loomin' Assumin' you got a backup plan for that dried up 401k, but hey Did you hear they lift the ban on a**ault weapons? Can you bring me back a AK and some EMJ? Word up, now it's bloody murder Curvature of your frame from overture Heat rays, we're all going down in the blaze I've entered another phase Mega - I sin, boxed in by sin, dilemma I touch earth and cause tremor The natural force, the past will be lost The present is a gateway to a mayday I remember in my heyday I felt I could do more, fantasize Now we're paralyzed through war Bombs will keep droppin' Our hearts will keep stoppin' Help, we need coffins: these bodies are rotten And their bank accounts growing, blood flowing Through the veins of a woman having labor pains Take your child and run Build an ark, buy a gun Sail toward the sun I'm sorry to announce time's done