It Was Written...Again

Uh, who saw that pipeline burst comin'? Keystone Cops surge Thought we might've learned somethin' Mass mergers, Flat-Earthers, that Birther Got me feelin' like now I've gotta burn somethin' Or now I've gotta bop Cuz when the big one drops, do you know where Air Force One goes? Oh, you ain't heard? We got curved at the forked road Tapping out my fingers That ain't nerves, that is Morse code Lots of data locked up in my mind, the thoughts are major I'm complicated I'm the opposite of Occam's Razor My occupation catch my own wave, oscillator Lots of talk but zero haters out here operators I'm not mad at you You lack the juice, aptitude, amplitude Mad I'm always changing latitudes Read every Yelp review and bad excuse Been around the world and heard a hundred years of platitudes My calendar is missing brake calipers Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister Write a lot of prose, stop and write a little battle verse You cannot rock it, you're the 86 Challenger (That's a science joke) In a fishbowl, under microscope Is that how this go? I don't know I just glow disco Check the isotopes, vitamins and minerals, irons and the niacins (niacins) Where I'm going I don't need a map Cut the White Whale along the bias Turn my face to where my demons at I was out of sight again, chasing my Leviathan Bodies hit the ground Ask David where Goliath went I'm what happens when you fall apart completely Put the pieces of yourself back together a la carte So know that when you see me I'm a piece of walking art I read the writing on the wall before I let the talking start Most of you should do the same But who am I to say Last days, fast lane Bombs from Pyongyang might touchdown Then it's ball game Ay, 'til then I'm rappin' by my last name And the name remains certified Rain came and fertilized pain that I've internalized I rap about my inner-state I am in a different place You out here for some insta fame, selfie with your kissy face Icky, I rock a rhyme on time, it's tricky Get it strictly, busy Before the city owned by Disney Miss me like New York is missing Biggie Like the Wolves are missing Ricky I hope they sell the team to Diddy Easy easy pick a beat and eat it Eenie meanie pick a flow Me and P.O on that misanthrope pick and roll Stick and poke, tell you what the litmus show Ain't a difference from the blue blood and indigo But did you figure though? I think you thought you'd figured it, but you're too literal Long winter, tell me something that I didn't know Three shots straight scotch How I'm living though These Old Styles ain't working, Tom Thibodeau Ah, they just costuming All this posturing could cost us our oxygen I could go on, but the kid's going off I just lay in the cut And just foster my consciousness Read Foster Wallace and shake off the haziness In a place that celebrates the stupidest and laziest Confuses prejudice with Patriot Pray we live past the President's hastiness But honestly what bothers me is thought is obsolete Taught we're free but gettin' walked on the tautest leash Blinded by the Panoply By the light of Dioceses By the sword of Damocles But what am I supposed to do: leave, abandon ship? Please, I'll take the keys to it, throw some D's on Lean with it, get the v6 engine revvin', peelin' I'll be kneelin' while they pledge allegiance I mean to each his own thesis But I'd rather build from pieces So I'll leave this right here Never saw I fake that I couldn't recognize And I never met a word that I wouldn't weaponize f******u want f******u want Thought you figured out f******u want The f******u want The f******u want What he f******u want Thought you figured out The f******u want The f******u want The f******u want Thought you figured out The f******u want The f******u want What the f******u want Thought you figured out The fuck I'm on The fuck I'm on What the fuck I'm on Thought you figured out The f******u want What the f******u want What the f******u want --- It Was Written...Again - Shredders