Hyperion

Thought a lot, had no pot to piss in
Approach the problem like theoretical physics
No graven image, independent like fingers
So money like swingers
Dummy, guilt lingers
Second thought leaning, no second chance
The second stance says I parley with my better half on the ship's gally
Save that third wish for Death Valley
Hidden ranch from which I transmit
Demand split like he manic, that's mechanics dammit
Lost thread, kingpin red
Winking while I bled
TV for a head so let's fuck with the antennas

Let's fuck with the antennas,
So let's fuck with the antennas
TV for a head so let's fuck with the antennas
Let's fuck with the antennas, let's
Fuck with the antennas
Fuck with the antennas, fuck with the antennas
Let's fuck with the antennas

Hyperion on the selection
No criterion for the collection
Just all types of skulls
Knife so sharp, you felt dull
Shinjuku pick pocket
Backdrop Mt. Fuji, doobie hip rocket
Prefer mine rolled loosely
In my hands, loose leaf feel juicy
Date myself by stepping watusi
Handsome rambler, skate goofy
I was in the second grade when I shot my first Uzi
Now that's li'l
Six three and the vert ill
You see how quickly cats get deconstructed?
Flummoxed boxer, hands in the toaster, you are the lobster
Rappers win Oscars
Dress up like I deliver FedEx to spit a rhyme at a chief executive officer
Chief executive officer
Rappers win Oscars

Let's fuck with the antennas
So let's fuck with the antennas
TV for a head so let's fuck with the antennas
Let's fuck with the antennas, let's
Fuck with the antennas
Fuck with the antennas, fuck with the antennas
Let's fuck with the antennas
Chief executive officer



Credits
Writer(s): Rory Allen Philip Ferreira
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