Lyrical Empirical

I'm the lyrical empirical with rhymes to pack miracles
Following your pit of rules, swallowing your minerals
And pistol call is what you do with a phone and a gun
Line up outside of a house, three two and one
Until the cops arrive and suddenly you're up for bail
I mean, you didn't shoot a guy so technically it's not a fail
But if there's a way, you'll find it soon enough
Like if tomorrow ever knew, well then you're probably on drugs
Read up on your knowledge, it's frightening how you're boggled
And soon enough it's triggered the biggest of all the shockers
And being a man from down under, I plunder all the wonder
As the thunder chunders the funding for feeding all the fundies
I'm saying

Nothing is going well, we're all going to hell
But maybe soon we won't, but really yes we will
Is there an answer to the lives that we live?
Or are we only going forward just to satisfy him?

I'm the dopey white kid on the corner, such a geek
Reading lines of rhymes from paper, thinking that they're neat
Until he's beat by the guys who really got the feet
Because they're riding up and down
Throughout their Teslas down the street
And now there's satisfaction that I'm supposed to meet?
But I can't get it - Mick Jagger ain't got nothing on me
Oh please, save the issues as if they're out of line
What a guy, with his tie, he ain't got nothing on the time
Chill out, here's a rhyme to help you pack the kind
Of punch that's enough to wriggle you out of mind
And in time, there's a line for every little crime
Of words they used in herds of all kinds of the birds
I'm still saying

Nothing is going well, we're all going to hell
But maybe soon we won't, but really yes we will
Is there an answer to the lives that we live?
Or are we only going forward just to satisfy him?

Double time just to stretch it if it makes you feel well
But really, if we're living here, then we're living in hell
Because what am I supposed to do if you're feeling down?
(9 out of 10 docs recommend his rhymes in town!)
Oh please, like I'm supposed to be an entertainer
For the 12 people who will hear this song sooner or later
And the lyrics deteriorate throughout here and beyond
Until it's gone beyond the works of someone else's song
I'm not wrong, I'm just slightly mentally skewered
Like someone writing something that's newer, it's gonna be cooler
But if you've got a dope beat that's really all you need
And then they're hooked right in like it's a KFC feed
More lines, we need time, no spaces to fulfil
Less rhyme in said time like I'm feeling it's for real
And before long it's gone like smoke, fire, and it's killed
Can't wait for the response when this drops to the field!
No it doesn't make sense, but really, what do I care?
You can work really hard and it won't get you nowhere
Because maybe if you push it, you can get to the end
But don't give up, no no, that won't stand a chance
And while I'm here and I've got you, listen close if you can
There's not a single thing that can pack it, if you're man
Except for my rhymes of course, they're super cool
That's right, I'm back to attack the wrath of every tool
Back to it!

Nothing is going well, we're all going to hell
But maybe soon we won't, but really yes we will
Is there an answer to the lives that we live?
Or are we only going forward just to satisfy him?

But maybe there's hope
Maybe, maybe there's hope
Soon enough
But maybe there's hope
Maybe, maybe there's hope
If you're tough, but

Nothing is going well, we're all going to hell
But maybe soon we won't, but really yes we will
Is there an answer to the lives that we live?
Or are we only going forward just to satisfy him?

We're all going to hell, we're all going to hell
We're all going to hell, we're all going to hell
We're all going to hell, we're all going to hell
We're all going to hell, we're all going to hell