Mr. Lif, Brass Menazeri - Crypt of Lost Styles lyrics

Yup yup yup yup
To open up the crypt of lost styles
Had to hurl a boulder across Nile
Change the weather - frost now
Teleport - Moscow
I arrive, I'm alive with energy to transmit
Mend the earth where lands split
Write a verse in Sanskrit my style, hostile
Chivalrous, meticulous
Envision this as docile
But notice that the rhythm is skull boring
Waking your brain snoring frame goring
Squeeze a cloud till rain's pouring
Turn a desert plain orange
This warrants riptide torment
Important message coming via fax
Better hide the battleaxe
Get your game face on mud mask, napalm
Come and hug an A-bomb
Feel the blast, stay strong

Oh shit it's the neighbour
Hi, I'm the girl next door and
I was wondering will you please
Shut the fuck up? O oh damn
You know what? Forget it
I'm calling the cops right now
O oh wait wait, don't do that! Wait wait
Please, don't call the police! Hold on
Hold on! Uh uh, you suck

If you call po'
I'mma rap myself in the cosmos
Not close to your location
Witnessing the earth's rotation
Made of gases
See a star that's wearing glasses? That's me
Wanna talk about millenniums?
I saw the last three stand from ya
Ban summer disallowing seasons
Betting odds or evens that's for breathing
Where the gods are eating humble pie
Even as they put the sun to sky wonder why?
You think you're greater than
A simple homo sapien adjacent men in suit's
They rally troops for loot
They think your value's moot
So you're a new recruit does that compute?
Or do you need another graph?
Huck a bomb, feel the blast
Revel in the aftermath

You know what?
It's just super important to me that
As neighbors we have a firm
Sound and mutual respect for one another
Why don't we just hug this thing out?
(Bla bla bla) no way!
Oh c'mon, I promise
You're not gonna regret this
Hmm, I guess it has never killed anyone