MC-X (feat. Goodmoney G100, Prvrb & Detroit's Ron Foss)

This is the future, where we draft Men to fight fires,
They work alongside 2 dolla an hour Prisoners for hire
Turn me on
No turn me off
They got my fans hummin', money Always on my mind,
Chrome got shine worth more than An hour a dime, picture this,
It's the aftermath of the collapse, got Gaps, perhaps
My synapse doesn't have an act, Masked opps, adapt
Fuck what you heard and don't get Burned
Only place to go is the edge of no Return
Greet me at the door by my Government name, MC-X nice to Meet ya
Glad to know ya, take a seat, we're,
Getting to the crux of this evening's Procedure

Brothers underwater like the TAT-8,
A masquerade cascades in the Pathway
Muddy waters in the fast lane
Dirty Ponys, pass the ashtray
Before we got to picketin',
Bozos got a Pinkerton, this is gettin' Outtahand
With sufficient thrust, it seems pigs Fly just fine
Dangerous sitting under them, hard To know where things might land,
I know sadists that leave masochists Alone
People group folks into two Categories, other folks don't
I saw them march off the line, Disassemble off my crime,
I am the giant sucking sound you Hear, machine so sleek and benign,
Catch up with the times, don't fall Behind,
They'll blow you to dust, ignited Resins leave cadavers brittle,
Doctors around but this ain't that Kind of hospital
Sleep's addictive, causes visions, loss Of consciousness,
The mere sign of withdrawal and One is highly irritable
Giving everything I have left in me
Vidi vici veni tell me if you feel me
The world been had me blown
Running on empty on my way to the Throne
I'mma roll this die and say goodbye
404 I'm goin' blue screen tonight