Radio Pollution

Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Lizard king
My DNA symmetry… perfect
Humans are worthless
Exit my planet you serve as no purpose
Yes. The rhythm, the rebel, the slave race
For conductive metals you in the same place
I exist on a plane where I change shapes
A subconscious level
You wanna bang
I can change your brain to a blank tape
BASF, yeah
I can easily erase that
Your insane is my normal
Wanna see where we live?
My Jacuzzi’s a portal
Yo, this The Pursuit of Happyness
Without the bathroom scene
I put my prose in these hoes, paragraphs so clean
I had intercourse with yo momma, motherfucker for real
A literary missile merchant, you can get a good deal
We move the ball against the odds, disregarding the chain
Pushing dope so potent, you can’t take it in vein
I got a clan of wild animals, we all alpha
We keep a tab at the bar, but I’m a jaw tapper
I introduce them to my face and I can’t feel it no more
Streaming Farrakhan in my beats, my race is at war
Plus I’m never getting stuck, I’m going out in a blaze
I’m here for profit like I’m Moses, burning bush in a maze
My staff is official and my group is the same
I man a scope and take 'em shots, I never fuck with my aim
I’m laid back in the cut overlooking my kills
Riding shotty in a hearse with Divine at the wheel
Swerve the turn, centripetal, breaking the clutch down
Exert the equilateral latitude on my comedown
Pull up on your planet with a track in your body
Man, I’m a first born immortal, now I’ll make it predominant
Shoot a banana at your hominid, make it pathology
I’m a fly beta tachyon, light up your bodily
Physical graffiti, your geometry’s wobbly
Your biology’s on sale to an alien colony
Super heavy heater extra, ever ready very steady gun metal
with the legendary
Divine Styles of Beyond, the minds of earthlings
Father of electrons, files and word bean
Alphabetical, medical, flow letter word picks
Movin' to your membrane, my curve game
Shape is like a tetragram, atomical white cape
Flowing off the back of my mechanical v-vertebrae
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Probably not
Kamikaze shots for cosmonauts
It’s three like the stripes on my Adidas
A ladi dadi
Pot, hops and barley
We like to party
Bitch. I’m Chris Farley ripped
Bob Marley spliffs
Spaceships with Atari sticks
Talk shhh with they mouth they beg from
Claiming that they hungry so I throw 'em some breadcrumbs
It’s redrum, come and get some
I got enough of it to go around
Kick the door down and let the ruckus in
Nothing but the rugged shit
Live from the mothership
Get the mic so hot I gotta rock an oven mitt
I swear to god I’mma burst under pressure
Don’t test me they’ll find you in a hole in the desert
Take your soul on a record
There’s no controlling my temper
The cops looking for a skull with a hole in the center
I’m the final solution, a maniacal nuisance
Ryu, I’ll eradicate the radio pollution
Ain’t it funky