Open the Till

Catch the wave, surf the tide
Leave the porch light on 'til late tonight
Bite the bullet, die by the sword
Don’t bite your tongue, bite necks of corpse
Get a car with a horse on the back then wreck it
Survive the crash, protect your neck bitch
Protect your Netflix, password pretty
He off upon the stage, cold drive through the city
Hate fun, love fun when I’m on one
On to hup two hope you jump through
Circles that I set up for you
Cirque du soleil carnival prey for drug hunters
They take everything literal so visuals are underway
In a way that only we will execute
Hallucinate the truth then go and share it with the youth
We proof then poof
Smoke bombs in these copper fields
No trace, no hook marks were revealed
Even though it’s land that we steal
We killed the ones that were real
Open the till on the door
Place of probability, bury ya with the hologrammy
Your shittiest characteristics cosmetics prosethetics
See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya
I got hickies, I’m irey
I suck the iron out your blood from a hundred miles away
You don’t want it, listen to the dark heart of my galaxy
create a small yet very small impression
Nominated for most valuable problem solver
My revolver firmly pressed against every map in your almanac
Got a miracle looking like Martin Luther King (insomniac!)
But don’t put too much pressure on the less than lowly
My metallic flaring nostrils
Saturday chatter splitting atoms box turned hopscotch
caliber taking matters into his own too
As I eat a cinnabon and three hundred dollar shoes
Quality
Smoke bombs in these copper fields
No trace, no hook marks were revealed
Even though it’s land that we steal
We killed the ones that were real
Open the till
Don’t look up, just put it in the bag
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax