* One two   Get behind the walls of new Roma, wanna buy the farm   But the land's not yours to own?   Who owns Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy beach?   Blood beach   Dance with a man he starts clutching, he ugly   Punks hung halo teach   Hugged by the math with the cable reach   A hundred and sixty-six channels lit   To train that animal shit   Where the mind's eye redefined   Where's God?    Buy a car , Kick tires      Back in Eighty-Six I lived   With a four-course artistry   Metal ones took turns showin' off colors and shit   Like I invaded the mating dance ritual   Criminal now   Wild things defined beautiful under my power   El Producto flash-fest-iss   Motherfuckers be like, "Ow, why haven't we left yet"   Blithering sideway twang, the youth and brain management troupe   The man is like BOOOP   You can't touch the Krush Groove   I live by the lunch table   Touched fables   Ducked labels   Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible stables   Signed to Rawkus   I'd rather be mouth fucked by Nazis unconscious   Callin' all bomb threats   Radio re-activated, caress   Under hella-ified missle defense   Fenced in, better blame it on fame shit and grin   Walk with a bag full of kittens   Take it to the river and throw yourself in   In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak      Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist   Soaked in newspeak?   Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl    splashed on loose leaf   We can embrace on the business end of my face first   Joe vs. the Volcano suicide beef   Dance with the vinyl monster   Devil in a blue skyline with clean conscience   Save the gesture   But can't save the children, weren't worth the effort   I'm a Caveman   Your modern ways frighten and confuse me   I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think   Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)   But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression    Combined with 8-step effected   Dirty words paralyze words and infect shit   Infectious   Insofar as the ineffectual bed for elections    Development arrested   Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest   Looking for the nexus   If it's wild like that y'all found    infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant   New World lullaby Sirens   Stuck migrants, bust 'em by violence   It's all bad timing   Getting merked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island   You think that's spacey?   Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling      This is for the fringes and such   My generation just sit like dust   Feed 'em off of us and ask what I trust   Tell these stories, I'm right here holdin' my nuts   Right here holdin' my nuts   Right here holdin' my nuts   Right here holdin' my nuts   Right here holdin' my nuts      This is for the fringes and such   My generation ain't friends with slugs   Thank god for the drugs and drums   Tell these to read it, I'll be right here hidin' from guns   Right here hidin' from guns   Right here hidin' from guns