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The sky's falling now! The balls about to drop!
Every dog has his day. Whens yours?
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
The sky's falling now! The balls about to drop!
Every dog has his day. Whens yours?
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!


Break bread times hammer and sickle, devide it benevolent/
Make music for the so children don't uprise in silence/
That's a Lizard standard even respected by the grimiest of phantoms in tandum with saluting a street laws understanding/
But the reals often whispered. shaking the cist in the system. Clenching/
Left as a prison carcing read by a lost Marcus Garvey/
So it's hardly not a hardship to pardon the lynch mob started but because breaking the status quo is retarded/
Thus religion is born/
What you know about (the) indvidual scorn (of) bearing the scarlet letter of competitor human living off needed hubris?/
To feul off of the stupid is useless/
Their confusing muses proving not all flight is devine.In fact, most bares simpleton bruises/
Former clipped wing grounded raptor that (were once) ascended to pastors/
Because once the sentence surpass them we treat the cynics like Pagans/
Laymen believe the besmirched speaches are just reaching not knowing the explanation would came with just asking/
It just so happens that.../

The sky's falling now! The balls about to drop!
Every dog has his day. Whens yours?
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
The sky's falling now! The balls about to drop!
Every dog has his day. Whens yours?
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!

At a distance, even the greatest man is just an ant/
But (even) the Big Bang started with the slight spark parked in the dark vast/
Now watch my heart harden: the smirk searched the crowd for a willing hand though the intent fingers seemed like preaching to the converted/
So... help knock down this door and adjust tomorrow's wording/
From sister strippers to Suicide girls when the wind blows I follow my main vane/
Weathered the storm and built an Arch of couplets of lifes "Fuck Its"/
But once the buckets punted I want this world to see the boy in me believes the man split the sea to church music/
The man knows he did it to explain the fishes that swam throughout/
Reality sets in and "who cares?" becomes the dumbest statement ever spit/
Because if no one cared that word combination wouldn't exist/
Whisper to that! feel superior to that in your snake language!/
Know the genius that didn't think to duck can't claim shit/
Anythig you say can and will be used against as long as it breaks flesh/
Rub my metal goatee to ignite villages that enrage SKECH/

The sky's falling now! The balls about to drop!
Every dog has his day. Whens yours?
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
The sky's falling now! The balls about to drop!
Every dog has his day. Whens yours?
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!
In the event that some shit goes down watch your head!


Y'all bastards gon' do right by me or, right by me, find yourself needing nine I.V.'s... multiplied by 3/
And a different type of I.D./
I'd piss on my wife, so imagine if I don't like what I see/
You don't even got to like my shit ,but honest, you faggots can't even write my shit/
You're polished in famous niggers dicksweat/
Bitch pants on a black man spitting "sick" raps to idiots? That don't equal big threats/
I'm the artsy dude from the crew that probably fucked your girl/
That's why she hugging! Talking to them niggas like they cousin/
Please, don't respect that I battle. Expect I'm an asshole. Accept your cattle/
If you're tough we (did) you flex so Snapple?/
I got a crew that'll protect my shadow. Talk shit. Punch you and leave your brain with a Connect Four rattle/
I'm so cool... I flow smooth, angry, past abstract/
New English words are waiting to thank me. What don't I laugh at?

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from Analog​(​ue) Tape Dispenser SKECH185 : New Age Middle Finger, released March 1, 2011
Produced by Analog(ue) Tape Dispenser
Written by SKECH185

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