Qwel - Road Atlas lyrics

Expanding time man I'm needle whistled breeze at cactus edge Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead Hence this pen is atlas Backing this ball of madness Cracked and dead Set in math and headin fast To crash this anti-accident With heads and monster markers Dueling friends and Brutus' secrets Sleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled on foolish weakness Let's move to move to the peaks of mars Ain't seen the ocean's deep yet Sing the pros and cons of congress We're the only beast that regressed With songs about thongs dog as long as we keep the beat fresh And drool before this crippled pope And droolin speech it's greed fest These thugs need to think hard Scarred murderers with weak hearts And stars sellin souls for dough Misleadin folks like we god There's an ethos Learn to read think seek the release of enoch Not the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed bought Stock options and say so netards bob to j-lo And playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayho Can't wait to repay these snake a-holes that claim they slang they yayo But ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and Hazel With satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya Cause on this rip d**h's an angel Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home It's simple subtle s**led since infancies slithering fables Whispering winter upon it's finger tips just to skin this maple I sing of that harvest I sing of that breeze And stingin footprints and fingernails And deep inhale this sleep I must admit though When it flips snow Rain or hail I tweek It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that it's me I sing of that harvest I sing of that breeze And stinging footprints and fingernails And deep inhale this sleep I must admit though When it flips snow Rain or hail I tweek It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that it's me I seen it all the saw sings The carpenter's not real I led my teeth along your long desert And measured what I can steal Saw nothing of worth Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped Stainless orphan he said I'm the dust this table must be my name Stained gla** hand grooves in the handle Man I seen it all I mean it Ask any handsaw that's a handsaw Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin Busy describing what I'm a paint when I'm a paint but why am I painting... I'm table oasis with no places left set to eat at Ego clinks his teeth on his shovel Hand me to me to reap the feedback Right as rusty nails slightly tapped rings peels of lightning see that's The problem... He's a plumber and of no use to the screwy nails Pretending he's pretending he's pretending Jesus coming gunnin demons runnin ummin to see the Son at summit Feedin this greedy media beast sleepin with these youngins in it's stomach Turns mine signed turn mime now it's gimmicks in his mic check Ripping nothing on purpose To purpose this image in our likeness Like like I guess these little rich b**hes must think we like stress Right right From fondulac to Iraq and back it's life's test And life's ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike says And trife heads and meth pipes white dreads and at life's ledge We read it right they wrote it wrong And left all of these mics dead Couldn't see the writing on the wall Through all the ballers at the hype fest Spittin eat drink be merry dog cause tomorrow your life ends And it's as real as that solo serpent Rollin for dough low in his nice benz