Gaf'd WTP

Here to mutate your cell sickle, nine plated nickel
Sicka Satellite stereo, anything but typical
Was an oracle now something biblical
Hard to define, divine, metaphysical

Mystical, mythical, apparitional visuals
Chug potion bottles in alchemistical rituals
Individuals, take audio make it visible
Leave you coated and dripping in the filthy residuals

Genres are for f***ing dummies
Selling your soul for fool's gold and blood money

We don't give a f*** if y'all can't see us
Got D.I.M.E.S. for these rhymes, we do it just to please us
Jesus, we're just trying to be us
Van Gogh in a sea of Mona Lisas

Rhythm magicians on the back of a gryphon
Dirty to the core, yet still glitter and glisten
Listen, til the coffin nails are f***ing grippin'
Satellites In Orbit are musicians on a mission

See we steadfastly kick ass and break fast like Ramadan
It's the phenomenon, get it through your fucking lexicon
When it's stuck go and pass it on
Trying to have a marble bust of us hangin' in the pantheon

Genres are for f***ing dummies
Selling your soul for fool's gold and blood money

Nah we don't give a f*** if y'all can't see us
Got D.I.M.E.S. for these rhymes, we do it just to please us
Jesus, we're just trying to be us
Van Gogh in a sea of Mona Lisas

D.I.V.I.N.E. S.A.T.E. double L.I.T.E.S
With the flowing gold cape and the S emblazoned on the chest

So sick and tired of the same old sounds
Pound for pound rock steady like a metal breakdown
Yeah buddy I'm in my zone, mentally can check the heck out
And still shine like a rhinestone though

Punk rock shows with sweat spit and elbows
Skate park sessions till legs felt like jello
Pre-dawn bombs with Krylon and shell toes

Nah we don't give a f** if y'all can't see us
Got D.I.M.E.S. for these rhymes, we do it just to please us
Jesus, we're just trying to be us