You can catch the wave or catch your 42

Gas the rays, past the fame sake

Last to pay, obey obey

Mirror glaze over the dash, gas to horizon

Last to buy in, that's the dying mindset

Last of the Mayans guided

Crash through the pine to find it

Gas to fire it up

Cryptic scriptures lining, defining your mind and what's in it

Who invented the second

Who speaks through your head and stops the clock when your finished, read the dead commandments

Body vanished, landed in a planet garnished with human farms

Bio wires, trade in a tire iron for a metal arm

Long been foreign the days of clean air and knowing your parents

Manic panic banished the fandom, killed off the pigs who ran it

Faced up in the gutter for those who can handle damage fantastic

Spirit lasted running off the bastards

This crew scholastic, true to havoc

Move the pattern in a fashion only imagined hazardly

Tore off his face wore it as a mask in class to pass the eye test, this is

Rap music from a future tense, this is

Rap music from a future tense, this is

Hip-hop from a future tense, this is

Hip-hop from a future tense, this is

Rap music from a future tense, this is

Rap music from a future tense, this is

Hip-hop from a future tense, this is

Hip-hop from a future tense, this is

Hip from the future, see it into your now

Molded from the shit your used to, wack styles and general casts of being

I ran a bath and you barely dipped your feet in

I bathed a craft, unborn, unknown and not seen with humans eyes

Lean to a different path, left to your own devices

I bleed the aristocrat blood of a man who found his mind's sense

Unguided and designed in a benign time and aligned it with the fines lines defining speed under the divide

Fiction mixed reality, nothing seem out of the box to me

Sat unlocked to see everything that forgot the bot in me

Hail to the metal, Maschine washed and dried botany

The leaves sing a hummed tune so I know that they be watching me

Quick notes of a locomotive toting totem poles off the wall

I'm true to this, I'm fluent in the fluid that bring in that thought

This chalk outline in a living hurt

This is future to the present, this is funneled through John

Those is levels, this is message, this is penman, this

Rap music from a future tense, this is

Rap music from a future tense, this is

Hip-hop from a future tense, this is

Hip-hop from a future tense, this is

Rap music from a future tense, this is

Rap music from a future tense, this is

Hip-hop from a future tense, this is

Hip-hop from a future tense, this is

Collar John coming at you in your final hour

Pump the music loud enough to rip tear down the tower

Collar John coming at you in your final hour

Pump the music loud enough to rip tear down the tower

Collar John coming at you in your final hour

Pump the music loud enough to rip tear down the tower

Collar John coming at you in your final hour

Pump the music loud enough to rip tear down the tower