The Dust Collectors - 2204hrs lyrics

Angle, Verse 1: From the back to the future, we run on plutonium. Marty and Doc? Nope, Copy and Angleoneous Flux capacitor, fires, I'm ownin' ‘em. This is the point where the sh** gets draconian Know me and mine are ahead of the time, might take ten listens before you're getting my lines That's when you see the headlights, move b**h, get out the way and get behind Or join the band and start pulling the wagon with the booming system and the beats we're jacking Let's get the bodies packed in for crying out loud, like Pookie in a room we're going to get it cracking With the samples crackling, CLEAR, not here, speakers rattling Patrons chattering. Hands in the air like a firing line's happening and I got the Gatling Oops! I mean mic device, now put two thumbs up ‘cause you like it twice Penny for my thoughts, I oughtta hike the price, you paid admission to get in, we're getting hype tonight That's only right, from the future we're back, rappers adapted and the raps got fast Quicker little fragments pa**, that's all these kids' span of attention will grasp And it doesn't matter where you're at, so what you sayin'? No crap to give this is how rap will live All patch work like Frankenstein a**, throwing kids in the deep where they find they can't swim Well, the doctor's in, putting 1.21 gigawatts in, let the madness begin Doesn't have to be, exactly four minutes past 10pm Tonguing the mic like an auctioneer, they want to be emcees with a hot career Talking a lot, but not much to hear, stand in line and take this here shot in the ear Copywrite, Verse 2