[Verse 1: Pyramid Vritra]
Niggas really thought that they could match the steez
Dripping from the ladle tipping dreidel off this fucking brew
Jamesons in my cup, umm Weed in my swisher, caps inside my chocolate verses make hoes go down like watergate
By the lake around 11 after Tyler leaves I'm fucking you
Leave and let these bitches brew, boiling in that cauldron causing ruckus yelling fuck em they don't touch us
Cause we're touchless like brussel sprouts in the school cafe
Thats prolly why these niggas hate, we droppin shit like USA
Change the game like nagasaki, radiating swag my wave
Surf or get a raft my wave, smoking Howard Taft get a whiff from the draft
When my niggas past drifting that McLaren
I'm clean as Linwood Burton, inside berry sorbet
Slipping in the kitchen with them chicken beats, make these cattle show them teets
Spit it until my molars flee, drenched in all the finer things
I'll drag em to the sea, until I burn to 33rd degree
[Verse 2: Mr. Frog Toad]
The valleys I escape emerging in this
Unfamiliar color, petals roses, trees and things where
Blank faced girls chase each other by waves wearing ocean breeze
Nights of lows and sorrow dwell often in the mid day
What can I be for me when I am (for you)
Just what is clear no reason for pupils to show. Read what is said as it passes rewind and restart this
If so, what I see is what you see. Our escapes now relate
As we sail away you live in what we built during our stay where color clones of us roamed
Where we stepped remembering what we've created is nice but what about once we've left?
[Verse 3: KC 2.0]
It's been years and I'm still in the second version
Given purpose since my evolution, worthless are your dull conclusions
Almost prophetic the alpha to these egyptian structures
Oddly considered the causes of music's instant color
And by color I mean beauty you're in black and white of course
Nobody really knows happy marriage you divorce
It's over what they say when they point at the sky
And see us casting shadows swallowing the countryside
Yeah your bitch left you for us but we let her decide
An unbiased decision and that choice had precision
You heard she wanna come kick it with the pyramids, unzip it for the pyramids and lick it for the pyramids
Well this is from the pyramids, here's your invitation
To watch us rise higher than the clouds should be amazing
Views from down there on the ground an ant to an eagle, it's a fish to a seagull when you try to compare us
The latter us was broke but look, musics repaired us
[Verse 4: Pyramid Vritra]
And yet they still look to the skies for hope
Ignorant to what they, you, her, him, and I hold
Believing only what their told, clouded by the boundaries of those who you will never see
And who you're taught you will never be. Slaves. Slave, work my little worker bee
Work, work your days away. Spend your pension on the things you should have been rationed for the freedom
But instead to disagree is short of treason, praise be, praise he who deals with all that we cannot handle
To fickle and too weak to grasp our own minds, but why would we? Why would we want to? None of that matters
Work, buy, die, die, die, die
Niggas really thought that they could match the steez
Dripping from the ladle tipping dreidel off this fucking brew
Jamesons in my cup, umm Weed in my swisher, caps inside my chocolate verses make hoes go down like watergate
By the lake around 11 after Tyler leaves I'm fucking you
Leave and let these bitches brew, boiling in that cauldron causing ruckus yelling fuck em they don't touch us
Cause we're touchless like brussel sprouts in the school cafe
Thats prolly why these niggas hate, we droppin shit like USA
Change the game like nagasaki, radiating swag my wave
Surf or get a raft my wave, smoking Howard Taft get a whiff from the draft
When my niggas past drifting that McLaren
I'm clean as Linwood Burton, inside berry sorbet
Slipping in the kitchen with them chicken beats, make these cattle show them teets
Spit it until my molars flee, drenched in all the finer things
I'll drag em to the sea, until I burn to 33rd degree
[Verse 2: Mr. Frog Toad]
The valleys I escape emerging in this
Unfamiliar color, petals roses, trees and things where
Blank faced girls chase each other by waves wearing ocean breeze
Nights of lows and sorrow dwell often in the mid day
What can I be for me when I am (for you)
Just what is clear no reason for pupils to show. Read what is said as it passes rewind and restart this
If so, what I see is what you see. Our escapes now relate
As we sail away you live in what we built during our stay where color clones of us roamed
Where we stepped remembering what we've created is nice but what about once we've left?
[Verse 3: KC 2.0]
It's been years and I'm still in the second version
Given purpose since my evolution, worthless are your dull conclusions
Almost prophetic the alpha to these egyptian structures
Oddly considered the causes of music's instant color
And by color I mean beauty you're in black and white of course
Nobody really knows happy marriage you divorce
It's over what they say when they point at the sky
And see us casting shadows swallowing the countryside
Yeah your bitch left you for us but we let her decide
An unbiased decision and that choice had precision
You heard she wanna come kick it with the pyramids, unzip it for the pyramids and lick it for the pyramids
Well this is from the pyramids, here's your invitation
To watch us rise higher than the clouds should be amazing
Views from down there on the ground an ant to an eagle, it's a fish to a seagull when you try to compare us
The latter us was broke but look, musics repaired us
[Verse 4: Pyramid Vritra]
And yet they still look to the skies for hope
Ignorant to what they, you, her, him, and I hold
Believing only what their told, clouded by the boundaries of those who you will never see
And who you're taught you will never be. Slaves. Slave, work my little worker bee
Work, work your days away. Spend your pension on the things you should have been rationed for the freedom
But instead to disagree is short of treason, praise be, praise he who deals with all that we cannot handle
To fickle and too weak to grasp our own minds, but why would we? Why would we want to? None of that matters
Work, buy, die, die, die, die
( Pyramid Vritra )
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