X, Y, & Z
One day, they go'n come for you
One day, I won't feel so blue
But if you keep - asking for more
You can fuck right off - I'll see you at heaven's door
Exacerbate the fallen state, we ain't go'n deviate
Damn past time to set the record straight
Expatriate them politic-ain'ts in a crate
But the family we exonerate
I got a hundred dollar bill for whoever might kill
X, Y, and Z
Artillery to fulfill divine will, I call it prophecy
Shell-shock the citizens into submission
Show 'em they victim to spiritual prison
They worship religion of rationalism
Deaf, dumb, and blind to the sound and the vision
When your life's an instrumental you might get in tune
Open your eyes and decipher the rune
This shit ancient Rome - Hi, my name is tribune
I speak for the people, foretelling their doom
One day, they go'n come for you
One day, I won't feel so blue
But if you keep - asking for more
You can fuck right off - I'll see you at heaven's door
We go'n fuck the world, planetary orgy
Teach 'em little bit of our philosophy
New curriculum, uncensored and raw
Instruct the kids to fucking break the law
Felonious monks in Tiananmen Square
Decapitate you just by saying a prayer
Off with your head, please and thank you, yes Lord
Noggin explode if you ain't been devoted
Now choose your own fucking misadventure
Rot in the womb till you die from dementia
Or side with the truth and don't let them silence ya
Defeat the current that workin' against ya
Militia armed to the teeth, revolution
Serve 'em a plate of that true - retribution
Bring back the golden, we talking Confucian
Perfect locution perform execution
One day, they go'n come for you
One day, I won't feel so blue
But if you keep - asking for more
You can fuck right off - I'll see you at heaven's door
Come from the land of the undead to tell you
They plotted to kill you
Infiltrate your milieu
They wanted to steal your soul
Fill they bowl, on the low
Raconteur told you so
Now you know, no typo
I unveil the cosmic scale
You livin' in a fantasy
You bound to fail
I'm working on a masterpiece
Every detail
I know they go'n appreciate
The way it feel
Aw, hell
Bite the bullet 'fore this kid goes in
Birthed in the fire and baptized in sin
For me a downer be adrenaline
Straight to the heart, that ain't pulp fiction
Exit the pen, destiny: victorious
Bitch I'm internationally notorious
Your shit uproarious, fucking laborious
Open your mind up and feel me, I'm glorious
One day, I won't feel so blue
But if you keep - asking for more
You can fuck right off - I'll see you at heaven's door
Exacerbate the fallen state, we ain't go'n deviate
Damn past time to set the record straight
Expatriate them politic-ain'ts in a crate
But the family we exonerate
I got a hundred dollar bill for whoever might kill
X, Y, and Z
Artillery to fulfill divine will, I call it prophecy
Shell-shock the citizens into submission
Show 'em they victim to spiritual prison
They worship religion of rationalism
Deaf, dumb, and blind to the sound and the vision
When your life's an instrumental you might get in tune
Open your eyes and decipher the rune
This shit ancient Rome - Hi, my name is tribune
I speak for the people, foretelling their doom
One day, they go'n come for you
One day, I won't feel so blue
But if you keep - asking for more
You can fuck right off - I'll see you at heaven's door
We go'n fuck the world, planetary orgy
Teach 'em little bit of our philosophy
New curriculum, uncensored and raw
Instruct the kids to fucking break the law
Felonious monks in Tiananmen Square
Decapitate you just by saying a prayer
Off with your head, please and thank you, yes Lord
Noggin explode if you ain't been devoted
Now choose your own fucking misadventure
Rot in the womb till you die from dementia
Or side with the truth and don't let them silence ya
Defeat the current that workin' against ya
Militia armed to the teeth, revolution
Serve 'em a plate of that true - retribution
Bring back the golden, we talking Confucian
Perfect locution perform execution
One day, they go'n come for you
One day, I won't feel so blue
But if you keep - asking for more
You can fuck right off - I'll see you at heaven's door
Come from the land of the undead to tell you
They plotted to kill you
Infiltrate your milieu
They wanted to steal your soul
Fill they bowl, on the low
Raconteur told you so
Now you know, no typo
I unveil the cosmic scale
You livin' in a fantasy
You bound to fail
I'm working on a masterpiece
Every detail
I know they go'n appreciate
The way it feel
Aw, hell
Bite the bullet 'fore this kid goes in
Birthed in the fire and baptized in sin
For me a downer be adrenaline
Straight to the heart, that ain't pulp fiction
Exit the pen, destiny: victorious
Bitch I'm internationally notorious
Your shit uproarious, fucking laborious
Open your mind up and feel me, I'm glorious
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Writer(s): Joe Carmichael
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