[Intro: The Thought]

Dum-doo-doo-dum-dum-dune

BLAQKNOIZ, live again

Here to bring that motherfucking lo-fi

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la la la la la

[Verse: The Thought]

Make sure you do

What you can do

To remember

You can testify!

That ain't the truth

They selling you

It all been packaged

Just to make you buy

It's fantasy

Like Xanadu

They know the patterns

That can make you cry

They'll multiply

Infinity

You gotta regulate

The rate you "why?"

You gotta be

Kidding me

Do you just let them

Motherfuckers in your mind?

You're giving me

Arrhythmia

'Cause I'm just stuck

Describing colors to the blind

I'm gonna be

Killing ya

If you just possum

And don't get up out my face

You Caterpie

I'm Lugia

You everywhere

But all your stats are fucking blank

[Verse: Smith the Poet]

No slow droop, drip my levee

Don't know the high, been low as Larry

Where the humstrum love, too heavy

Dirty soul, sobbing... Oughta

Sit back and read a book, in fact

Fuck a fucking hook, I status

Tampered, we induced the malice

Plastic, I'm the proof of sink or swim

The higher ground, we worth the rage

Of flooding clouds, evading a coward

I wrote "impressive", some slander

And watch his wreckage devour

Genres don't rip it, this Doppel-gang isn't it

Hard to hang, riddle me this, the Lang

The speak spooks the same, in lieu, loops with brain

Matched page to page, dumbed down the day

Pell-bound to date, with nothing more to say

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, yo!

Then, some hopeful heap to chase

[Verse: The Thought]

Spit facts

Don't high-tail, but get back

Woman, male or zigzag

Monorail to donor jail and skip Jack

Big Mac

Bargains for the impact

Forage for the Stimpaks

It's an out-of-storage order for the chin fat

In cash

'Cause the chip don't work right

It's the big rash

'Cause your shirts don't curve light

My borders win fast

'Cause they don't turn away the bright

It's more than melanin you blasting

It's a culture, that's divine

I'm tryna live lines

So I rhyme through my ideals

That's a big lie

But I ain't dimes for no appeals

And the ping fine

So why my bits per-second thirty?

I don't wing time

Treat this shit like Zeroh, dark and dirty

I only sing fine

It's my brother with the pipes

Call me Luigi

Take my time then I arrive

I'm over heads when I decline

I'm wishing time were on my side

You can watch your clock depleting

'Cause your back can hold a knife

(Scream)