Tied to this Timeline

[Hook]
Quit my 9-5 just to dive between her thighs
Cuz the pussy leaking water
And I need that to survive
Had to bring them cross the border
Cuz it’s just a made up line
In this crazy fucking world
My disorders make me thrive

[Verse 1]
Somehow I’m tied to this timeline, I’m the key
And I’m stoned, fuck a pipeline
Get so high, eagle eye, like my eyes kites
Titanium tantra, I’m fuckin sci fi
My name is kinda Anakin but fuck the empire

They call it Mexi-Canada, but it’s turtle isle
They branded us and planted it
The flag the dirt it’s standing in
Is graves of all the mannequins
They made us for their plan to get over
Our bodies plastic and molded
Remove the soul from the soldier
Our lives considered disposal
Our rage contained
By the rules of composure
While they feeding on our corpses like compost

They drew a line and said don’t cross
Me and my homies think it’s false
All coming for the bags and vaults
For human freedom there’s a cost
Me and my debt collectors raw
There’s many branches of the tree
And you can bet they’re all involved
When you need that kind of backup
Just close your eyes and give a call

[Hook]
Quit my 9-5 just to dive between her thighs
Cuz the pussy leaking water
And I need that to survive
Had to bring them cross the border
Cuz it’s just a made up line
In this crazy fucking world
My disorders make me thrive

[Verse 2]
My resistance is found in the rhythm
My freedom is taken not given
Enjoyment my only prescription
And I don’t need no doctor to get it

Mine is reality yours is the fiction
My history oral
While yours is just written
That means that the griots, the grand ones, the greats, talk to me with truth
While you’re stuck on what’s scripted

I skate through my days
I’m outside the maze
Not running your race
I have no complaints
I just want some face
I just want some peace
My perfect date
Pizza then restraints

My laughter is holy
Won’t catch me bemoaning
In spite of the judgements
They all want to hold me
Believe when I say, that my life is great
don’t play in my face
Keep the weak shit away

My gender my race
My favorite things
Concepts you can’t face
Is my daily play place
I can’t give the where, how or why
The aliens they all know my vibe
The real ones meet me at my shrine
It’s outside of place space or time

The meeting of minds
I brought y’all to gather,
Collect my ideas, disperse them and scatter
I’m open to feedback, I want a whole platter
Bring your thoughts to me, cuz it’s your mind that matters
It’s mind over matter, and matter of fact
The plot that we scatter, graphs out the hereafter

We’re the Product

[Hook]
They want Prada, want designer
I fight prices, I fight products
Proctored test the answer’s
We’re the product
On the bottom
Bottom bitch my 9-5
She hold me down
Like hands are tied
The core is rotten
Time to toss it
Burn the bosses

Tied up in tags, trends that won’t last
Labels to stand out, end up branded like calves
But I stand up taller, I’m something giraffe
But want horizontal, like it’s flatline the graph

Yeah I want the death of all hierarchy
The money has become the monarchy
I flap and sting like a monarch bee,
Yeah blending the parts entomology

We gotta work more like a colony
Hive minds link to create new human prodigy
Recognize bodies as earth’s loving progeny
Progress cannot take shape in a fake democracy

Take hold of our stories to construct new mythology
Erase all the borders, draw up new geography
Take inner odysseys, heal our psychology
Sort through gumption traps, get to quality

Qualified for every mission, walk away and got em reminiscing,
bout way back when when a single fucking job could buy a house, put food in the kitchen They broke up all the unions for the business
It’s no love for those in the trenches
Place no faith in breaking up trusts
Cuz the people have been left defenseless

When it’s riot time, I’m hopping fences
Breaking glass, breaking in and getting me a necklace

[Hook]
They want Prada, want designer
I fight prices, I fight products
Proctored test the answer’s
We’re the product
On the bottom
Bottom bitch my 9-5
She hold me down
Like hands are tied
The core is rotten
Time to toss it
Burn the bosses

[Verse 2]
Boss man, slave master, overseer, team lead, a vampire is a VP,
foreman, supervisor, manager, kingpin, I say fuck a referee
I want overtime, days off, pay raise,
I want Os that all PT
New job, new role, new tasks, new chair
Same way of exploiting me

But I toss the yoke and the chain
I’m Ox like I’m running in Spain
The fabric of our moral fibers
I tell you I came here to stain
They holding us hostage for change
They dangle the promise of change
They gave us Obama Hussein
But everything remains the same

from good work we remain estranged
Chop down, blood money, these fruits, all strange,
The profits made off people’s pain
Chalkzone, write story, no panels, no frames
Why are we all wasting away?
Chop shop, man’s life, cut hands, can’t pray
Was done to the will of all people
Choctaw, Congo, San, aborigine

Frameworks Indigenous framed as ridiculous
free from persecution and prescription pills
It’s more to this life than science says
Or paying bills
All honor and glory to the past and to the real