welcome to the metropolis where we don t even sweat an apocalypse el aliens verses with the substance of comet bits killing the beat like a marauder singing and now i m a martyr maury povich because you know my style has no father leaving em blind even steven an i don t even bother it makes me wonder why i just kill it like a grizzly monster and when i kick it angry birds are just thirsty for water perched upon my arm when i flex the feathers rip to shreds getting head like a highlander with bystanders this is rap shit recite banter with high standards cold blooded art like a salamander on fine canvas painted inch thick with the pistol whip grip ugh i speak in doubles like a siamese script and i ll be famous when they catch up with this time machine shit but by then you ll have to dig me up vinyl or a skeleton set the record straight bones to crates time s irrelevant you can love me when i m dead you can love me you can love me when i m dead you can love me when i m dead you you you can you can you can love me when i m dead you can love me when i m dead you you you can you can you can love me when i m dead you you you you can love me when i m dead now every time i grab the mic i rock it just like that 2