Term K - Jura**ic Cypher lyrics

[Verse] What it is I'm blunted with tunnel vision Pick you to sudden d**h then jump from a f**ing cliff It's the master of puppets offering capital punishment Scratchin' "f**s wit it" off of these cats' bucket list Wander through the jungle Pocket an abundance and I hustle it Oughta stop abusing substances Hot, use a oven mitten when cuttin' this Y'all should loosen up a bit Although all you do is rubberneck a government to profit off the prostituted public In solitude and slumber and ain't bothered by corruption Targeting the mothership which pardons the injustices Convoluted glutton slobs Out of touch with the populace Hungry as some hippo-f**ing-potamuses They want an omnipresence They want you all defenseless Not a f** given what the consequence is Out of luck And a lot of us are common senseless Bottoms up The consensus is relentlessly indifferent Led to believe I'll never be forgiven Lose the a**ault rifle and choose you a false idol The music hall maestro asking "who recalls vinyl?" Long before y'all arrival I was the archetype Y'all recycle garbage I'm the carbon cycle You need to know this ain't a rap it's a lab report And our research shows you hacks need to practice more Shock the system, a couple thousand watts Up the voltage just a bit to touch the mountaintops Success Another epic fail I wonder if heaven's got a jail because I'm settin' sail It sure as sh** ain't a joke Term a hick and a yokel But his rap sheet clean, no priors The world been gettin' stoned Turn a spliff to a roach Now go and grab me the needle nose pliers We post fliers for the show and no one show up Take over Podunk dives until I blow chunks (who's Chunks?) I meant regurgitation Two dunces in detention for absurd behavior Never mention the station name or the call letters Small steppers, but, don't call us babies Call us crazy Pay no regards to safety On a gravy train for the long haul Stankin' Crater face like a golf ball The pavement stained with tomato paste and Quaker State Make a break for it And a wavelength sh** I'm the sailor that sank the naval base A major pain in the neck And the keister too Been ingesting cigarettes and the cheapest brew available Until they claim the most dope are the Stank Face homies They ain't gotta say no mo' Except c'est la vie They say what it is just may not be C'est la vie They say what it is just may not be