[Verse 3: Canibus]
Daytime, 12 noon, doom and gloom
Drinking radiated water from a zircaloy tube
Flash flood, don’t be a stuck in the mud, rain, thunder and blood
Hunger Games Germaine, the sackcloth thug
You ready, cousin? Pitchfork justice disgusting
Forever struggling, can’t seem to get above it
Winter sunrise cold, we look up like “Whoa!”
The whole horizon peppered with drones
Bank closed, volcanic ash covers the home
Satellites explode, EMP disconnected the phones
Yeah, you sleep eternal, I dump you in a hole in your thermals
Punch you in your fucking neck ’til your throat gurgle
Abundantly cheap, scarce and expensive
So whatever you selling, that’s what you left with
A mind too wired to be biased, preoccupied with the slightest the virus was designed to kill the designers
Voice-activated hybrids, Herculoid George
Music department, mafia turf wars
Balaclava mask, butane and brass
Jack booted brand, Lieutenant Dan, let’s dance
You just wanna survive, scumbags, look at your lives
Come here, fat bitch, look at your thighs
Scattered across the winds from a force within
I can’t help none of you, you got to talk to Him
In the tower, the controller of the alpha
The unknown knowledge of the all knowing knower of power
Protozoa from a meteor shower
Fukushima powder in your clam chowder, be ready in half hour
Inception, the killing field lesson
(HRS in the…) world war reckless