Futuristic Throwback

Grabbing the mic, I'm taking control
Always finding new ways to express this old soul
By the time it's said and done, I'll be dropping this tool
Right on the floor next to your jaw that will be soaking in drool
In the meantime, I'll be playing it cool...
Up until the eminent moment you choose to play the fool...
We all have our role, from the Jester to the King
I'm a spaced out Jedi cruising in my X-Wing
Stitching my wounds. You fall apart at the seams
I'm three steps ahead. Everything's according to plan
They aimed to take me out - shot through my hologram!
Sorry Tucan, Son of, and Uncle Sam
Take your cereal killings; kick rocks, you fucking con-man!
Roddy Piper shades showing subliminal snakes
Exposing the mind-blinding signals after this commercial break...

Dope tracks spitting facts bring it back like spinning wax listening's your Prozac
All the haters get the axe, Fake fucks never last, stomping out the dirty rats
learning lessons from the past



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Geisler
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