Shut Up, Man

[Kool AD]
 Yes please, test me
 Nestle chocolate mix con leche
 Isabelle Allende, no comprender?
 Fight niggas with djembes
 White bitches with hair spray
 Which way did he go? Slim Jim? Tempe?
 Or Henny or Penny Lane or feather brain
 Cheddar cane, leather interior range
 Inferior Timothy Leary estranged
 Theories are nearly insane, bleary eyed beardies
 Whose gained sheerly by years of the same fears
 It's weird to the same ears whose careers
 Is to aim spears at the gears in the chain
 And weird to the ears of the lame squares
 Of the gear and chain set who
 Perusing their tame losers approvingly
 Name truthers to losers of games blibbity blibbity blop
 Hideous all bark, no bite
 Mama said, "Don't fight."
 Papa say "Yeah, right."
 Sister in the dark with a flashlight
 I'm walking through the park in the lamp light
 I'm a shark on the lamb with the land mines
 Darts in the damn eye of the bull
 The mouth is the eyes of the soul
 The soul is the ass of the brain
 The brain is the back of the train
 Back of the bus, acting and such
 Crack, discuss
 Act with us, or
 Pack it up, or
 Slice the price to twice as nice and jack it up
 Who gives a fuck what I'm talking bout? Walk it out
 Knock em out the spot, let me talk it out
 Do the wop, baseball bat, all that
 Fall back, give a fuck about what you wanna call that
 [Heems]
 New school Terror Squad
 Tarragon, terror gods
 Little white bumps on gold keys
 People act like they know me
 Finna go back to the old me
 People act like they know me
 They say I act white, but sound black
 But act black, but sound white
 But what's my sound bite supposed to sound like?
 I think I sound aight
 I sound tight
 Ayo, don't worry bout how I sound aight?
 Wanna make enough to send to cousins in the motherland
 And Planned Parenthood at home, which is my other land
 Confused
 Wish I had a hovercraft to crash, I'd love that man
 My brother man said I could cop one for a hundred grand
 A hundred grand is all I need
 A hundred is enough for me
 Enough for me to twist some weed
 Make some funnies with my G's
 Some more money with my G's
 Half a million in rupees
 Ya'll know Heems
 I ain't bougie, dig my dookie if you feel like poopie
 Addicted like kookie to pussy do something to me
 Yo, my man
 You ain't funny, you Robin Williams, you got me all mad
 If you doubt I spit fire you probably a drag
 Mrs. Doubtfire, you probably all sad
 Probably wack like Affleck in Hollywoodland
 I probably would land
 On American Bandstand
 If I was from back then and not a tan man
 It's Himanshu, who could it be
 In that red Budweiser hat, who but me?
 White dad swag, my seeds change the world
 Don't have kids, you're not that ill
 Too much greed in the world
 [El-P]
 You can see hilarity ensue
 Polarity rule truth
 The street meat feed youth
 The boogie men bend rules
 Elite scene double breast monocle men move
 When backroom blood boils, the ink dries quite smooth
 Dim lights might prove, to bend eyesights oooh
 Eyelines obscured, skyline's removed
 I'm fine, and you?
 Fine like sinew
 In arm outstretched
 Inject in you
 The flash mob holds hands, chants "we want food!"
 Cargo bay loads, the drones just hit Mach 2
 Burner hatch opens, the drone stops drops two
 Like kumbaya bitches you flash us? flash you
 Fuck us? Fuck that
 Burn air, vaccuum
 Now there's a hot flash for that ass babe, achtung
 Yeah I stay guerilla mouth pouncing the block, true
 Come on it's the way of things, relax act cool
 No habla Inglés, only hobble, break, disgrace
 Kick punch run pause piss repeat delete trace
 No option to talk it out, no route labeled 'escape'
 Flame your fuzzy friend crunchy plus cuddle with hate
 El-product plucking the little wings off your fly shit
 Ants under the magnifier fry quick
 Pinning back eyelids
 Gaze upon the god that has subjected us
 My whole squad's Federal Reserve, no checking us