Mighty Flobots rocks together like a castle

Never tangle, moving tassels, changing angles

Switching 97 to the 99, split up and multiply

Add the new production, now we got 180, that's a perfect line

Cuz I don't understand all your microphone punks in this industry

Trying to spark fuses but mess with me is blasphemy

I blast, you see, like a banzai pilot who's going to Buckaroo

I'm going to call you blow pops, you can tell me what the fuck a sucker do

Flobots in the upper view pantheons

Of show stopping flowing spot now and beyond

The 21st century, I'm making worst enemies

As similes and words on the verge of simplicity

I'm just living, reprеsenting Flobots till 2000

And later, defеatin' you in arguments 'cause we all be masturbators

Dictators can record us but no replication is as tight

Wearing shades 'cause my future so damn bright

I unite my flows like the Mississippi with the Gulf of Mexico

Try and test this, son; it's guaranteed I'll hench you, though

One day I hope to get more play than a man trapped in the Amazon

Hard to believe how tight I be like [?]

I said it last year, too, you couldn't stop me with the red octagon

It's not the land of the fre till the cops are gone

I'm not a pawn, but I can only move forward, chilling

What more can I say?

Not willing to admit defeat, I keep ahead

Like a guillotine spectator, slingshot Philistines, get data

Live like emotion chips, I love hip hop

But I can listen to most of it, show me something new like an armadillo pet

My microphone chiller than Ice Man's pillow, get

Check the hand silhouettes, moving up and down the pump

Move shadows when the Menace tells the crowd to jump

Drop backs and then maintain focus on what's happening

Boycott Shell like Vietnam 'cause they kill Africans

[When the Oxo beats?] and the rhymes that we wrote combine

You like a broken spine 'cause you can't hold back

From this Flobot co-star in the cold hard facts

And a section over tracks like cold facts and Broadway

Stand back with the avatars, lay ruin

To a [lot of empties?] and we doing what you never even thought of

Simply 'cause we gotta

This Colorado lyrical staccata brought to you by the flamingo kid

Who making invalids when the single slid into your tape deck

Keep your head, nod until we break necks

'Cause you know we always rock like a empty stage on Alcatraz

We're causing whirlwinds like Taz and we have no screeches to have a spaz

Got y'all wrapped up like glad bag and we bad

Looking down from a pole that is far from a tad

Now you best look out cuz I'm starting my marathon

I'm running heads like Farrakhan

Weird like Africa with the Sahara gone

When I rhyme MCs break out like oily faces

Bringing on adrenal like police car chases

I'm feeling in spaces like commas, the colons of the semi

Crowds like my lyrical stript-tease and want more like Denny

[?] Menace like Margaret

From here to Tokyo, Jonny 5 and the [?] still fighting the blokes, so

Folks know we take a firm stance against wackness

Wack MCs around the world need to practice

[Stirrer?] stop before they duel with the masters

Clash with the titans turns iron mics to ashes

Pass this mic around like a Philly blunt

I don't really want to let my ears hear your silly fronts

I [kill?] that once

Any bloke that attempts to pull any stunts

I ready my mouth, aim, and fire at once

Runts, dunce, rejects of the rhyme society

The cops of the mic testing your lyrical sobriety

[Stiff and?] looking crooked like a politician, lying, see

'Cause I am me and you are you and thank the good Lord

I cut you stem-to-sternum with my lyrical sword

Rhymes [just the case?] I wrote

Sometimes I think I was born with a mic in my throat

I hope that you got a boat 'cause it's about to be a flood

Convert dirty MCs into mud, blokes

We packs rhymes like guns

The nursery rhymes like hop scotch or hot cross buns

You know we're tight so you Safeway Select us

Luxury flow like Mercedes or Lexus

Test us to see what we made of, we'll show you

Try anything [?] or shady, we'll [dough?] you

One time for the Flobots to take care of all this rap stuff

Got you screaming like Lords of Asset without enough

DJ quarter-spins the brakes, [Curtis blow?] can't recognize

Fuck Former heads like Voltron, he just improvise

If you want pop culture, drink a Sprite then discuss

My rhymes are all dime pieces which say, "In Menace We Trust"

Starting off a mile above, blowing up like geysers

Making Earth wet on [?] damp turf in my hometown, love this smurfette

My first bet's on [me?] John Brown from Providence, I'm [down exploring?]

By make it sound so dig it I'm breaking ground

Taking towns by storm [two Rs?], giving you pause

Like Scooby Doo, give [death, fake?]

My duty to slap stank booty crack raps with planks

Some [shadow of a rank?]

And putting patterns over one liners just like a spanking

Question consensus, adding gates to fences

Using multiple lenses, conjugate future tenses

Entertaining orally better than [Lewinsky?]

You giving me inches, I take miles

Eliminate fake styles, intelligent women create smiles

And if I make piles of loot, you can have some

My raps come fat, dumb folks do not know

How the Flobots got blokes stop with hot flow

Y'ought to learn, water burn baby time to quit fishing

When I'm busting, dusting off men like morticians

In this mix like Betty Croc, I have you screaming spoon

Crushing ticks who think they bad with one simple tune

With Flobot one through nine we're going to prove to y'all

Stepping like a retard on stilts, you're gonna fall

All that shit-talking is common with so much poopoo from the vocals

I represent [?]

My turpentine [flex cook?] out of white-wash textbooks

My next hook's trickier truth than porcupine sex looks

Forging minds [at the best gem?] set in stone

Like fossils, I'm hostile; if rappers play games

Curtains get drawn you're quartered like my DJ's name

It's the avatars bringing you the next of the next

The Flobots wreck shop in any context

Running off microphone blokes with heavy phonics

Boomsbonics, sonics, bionics