Greydon Square - Interstellar lyrics

I live a musically embedded life
In this time i’ve forgotten better
Lyrics than you’ll ever write
All original I’ll never bite
With Andy Mac chopping up better
Samples than you’ll ever slice
We wonder how you get to bed at night
Waking up in sweats
Feedin’ off our fever like a parasite
I think there’s evidence to verify
That you ain't really the boss
You seem like the small errand type
Simplify the only way they gon’ understand it
Why even I try
These dummies destroy their own planet
Its not my rhyme
Just in time before the world ends
Its actually my rhyme that
Causes the world’s end
Think about it, we still discover pyramids
City sized tetrahedrons that were really hid
You feel me kid
You’ll find them if you really dig
But, you won't
You've resigned to be a Guinea pig

Grab the weed, wrap it up in a banana leaf
Keep it lit
While I’ll try to spit a masterpiece
I even asked which of the lines
Were most packed with heat
They copy and pasted the rhyme and
Sent it back to me
Every time I try my hardest
When I sit and write
While you just want to work and
Party you’re a different type
Headed to another place on a different flight
Lyrics coming up shorter than
A midget’s height
I’ll spit a hundred times to get it right
Just to make sure i’m shivering cold
Like I skinny dip in ice
On a Michigan December’s night
You tried to pitch a strike
But, I hit it into a drifting kite
You know I’m always lifted right?
Hit the spliff from the early dawn
To when you kiss your kids at night
Unified to achieve perfection
You should side with Mr X
Go get blazed and ask the deep questions

I’ll barely rhyme and make you use your mind
Its kind of hard to play chess when you
Have to announce your moves in rhyme
Only music is the true divine
…while you worship human ignorance
The foolish kind
…as a non believer they call me insufferable
Well I’m sorry I’m in trouble
For not being gullible
I hear you trying to talk to
Me like I'm another fool
But, it's easy to have faith when
You have a stomach full
Only bullies run the school
Claim they leave no child behind while
They implement the dummy rule
I was supposed to die at twenty two
A mercenary in Iraq, Al Ramadi
In the money tomb
How the hell you going to sell
Me on a master plan
Friends still in the service
Facing down Afghanistan
I’m Magneto in the Savage Land
With my dream and frienemy trying to
Sell it to the average man