The Palmer Squares - Consistently Inconsistent (The Dome Blown Anthem) lyrics

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge] Knowledge is the truth and a scholar never knew sh** Unless he used it to start a revolution The problem is you're thinking that you're part of the solution When you're just another motherf**er caught in the confusion I've always been a nuisance Offering his two cents Prophecies of doom Or an optical illusion Audiences boo, shorties holler in amusement I oughta get a clue I don't know why the f** I do this So, place a wager if your middle name is danger A caper simulated by the syncopated strangers Who been flipping weight to imitate the syndicated gangsters Didn't make much paper so they didn't make the papers though Solicit favors from administrative traders The great dictator finna liquidate his haters Finna wake the neighbors when i hit the baby maker Hit and leave a crater you can dip and thank me later, ho Slash a swish with a shaving razor Pack a granny smith, or hit a baked potato Prescription medication keeps the populace sedated Keeps them locked up in their cages with their conscience on vacation The apocalypse awaits us Take shelter from the flames of hell And brace yourself for a face melter Straight sweltering heat when I speak Welding the beat like a blacksmith Creep like a catholic priest and I feast, peace [Hook] My clique is consistently inconsistent Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient Boss hog but a**istant to the a**istants Lost cause, the ambitiously unambitious My clique is consistently inconsistent Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient The infancy of an infantry Get at me in a minute Officially unofficial, explicitly inexplicit [Verse 2: Acumental] I was dropped as a baby so it's possible my logic is crazy But I been contemplatin' opulence lately, uh Lobster filet side of pasta with gravy Awaitin' the day I can buy my moms a Mercedes, nah You can spot me with a bottle of Bailey's Phrasing language in a way that makes stenographers hate me Am I obstinate? Maybe Not James in Vertigo Played the verbal role but they gave the Oscar to Spacey, yo I go from docile to hostile to angry To constantly banging my noggin on the top of the table Truly bizarre, a student in the musical arts But I'll be damned if I can hold a note or tune a guitar I stay k**ing myself with these bottles and packs But what's packed in a bottle keep me calm and relaxed Swallowing tabs of oxy in psychology cla** I'm highly advanced Vibing to the vinyl we scratch I'm a psycho and a sycophant A sicko and a psychopath Reciting raps sipping liquor out a wine carafe Inclined to laugh at the debauchery Chicago where mi casa be The coppers on the block be steady watching me I pop a three like boom goes the dynamite Shoot jumpers kinda like Kukoč in '95 You say it's good to be alive I say it's bad to be dead So who knows if I'll survive in the end It's like... [Hook] My clique is consistently inconsistent Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient Boss hog but a**istant to the a**istants Lost cause, the ambitiously unambitious My clique is consistently inconsistent Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient The infancy of an infantry Get at me in a minute Officially unofficial, explicitly unexplicit It's the dome blown anthem so roll yo gra** up and smoke more ganja Pack some, don't let the roto pa** ya, better slow yo a** for the po-po catch up It's the dome blown anthem, so don't hold back, baby, throw those hands up Don't know jack, get your mojo back, finna scold yo a** with the molten magma So the moral of the story is that you cannot factor the sum of two squares