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You're a prisoner here now
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Suit of calluses, active and movin' callous
Anomaly in the algorithm, do the algebralculus
I'm all of Alexandria's information in aggregate
Rulin' elder givin' you the hell that melt the valuables
Riddances, grid at my back, I'm in the diagonals
Evolvin', shiv in his back, he shatter the manacles
Man down, damn it, can he manage the variables?
Manually override these overnight Emmanuels
Man, m-m-m-mayday, it's the taperin' of the straightaway
The makin' of a bedlamite, the straightenin' of the theta wave
Workin' on a way to cure this sudden inexplicable
Urgency to secure a sure-shot-shaped paperweight
Pay the man, simultaneously in survival mode
And lookin' like a hundred violations of the fire code
Designed to die alone, moments out the styrofoam
But not before these no-names go the way of the dial tone, don't
Yo, could you do me a favor? Could you go to the Black Hole Superette, please?
And can you grab me any, anything that has a warnin' label on it that says somethin' bad's gonna happen to you from the product
Can you bring me one of those? (Don't)
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't
Starin' at the sun until one of us blinks
When it does, I'm runnin' for the tunnels, hater blood in the Krink
Bloody hell, every day, I wake and one-up a king
Whose kingdom come to refer to me as"you wonderful thing"
One of the filthiest fish in the azure
Cut a political actor to particulate matter
Should it present as a pattern, put the pig out to pasture
This ain't that action figure in the original package, we in the s**t with the taggers
Bastards and bullies and baddies and ******* and bummers
Who shuffle outta the shadows with the limbs of another
Trapjaw's head, Stay-Puft arms and the cape of Vader
Over rollerbladin' Barbie with a bow from Hank the Ranger
Bullseyein' danger, I'm a surgeon at 70 yards
As long as the target is not a Snellen chart
Hello from the hell and back to autograph an X-mark
Leavin' the treasure for the next man, the best part, don't
Don't show up at the get-down
Talkin' that holy as if you ain't hell-bound
Similarly, don't show up at the get-up
Talkin' that hellish as if you ain't blessed up
Just, just don't (don't)
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't (just, just don't)
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't
I'm on a higher kinda of prowess
I'm somewhere in the melee while I'm somewhere doin' tai chi on a mountain
Only outta bed to pick the lock and smuggle in his Visigoths
Who'd love to redesign the hillside little box by little box
Or get these businesses to page a stranger on they intercoms
The kind that sound real 'til you realize they did you wrong
Oh, this is definitely checkers, I don't play chess
I sack a city, atlases actually weigh less
After, mermaid leather in the truck
It's only in poor taste if you ain't never been the one
Pickle the hand of whoever signal his man's
That's a five-wick candle and a bib in the sand
My advice is, don't approach him whether sobbin' in the copy room
Or eatin' hot pretzels in the mezzanine at Nas and Wu
Or at the hobby shop with Hanni coppin' model glue
Or meetin' Bobby at the Bronx Zoo
Don't show up at the get-down
Talkin' that holy as if you ain't hell-bound
Similarly, don't show up at the get-up
Talkin' that hellish as if you ain't blessed up
Just, just don't (don't)
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't (just, just don't)
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't
