Shredders - It Was Written...Again lyrics

Uh who saw that pipeline burst comin'?
Keystone Cops surge
Thought we might’ve learned somethin'
Mass mergers, Flat-Earthers, that Birther
Got me feelin' like now
I've gotta burn somethin'
Or now I've gotta bop
Cuz when the big one drops
Do you know where Air Force One goes?
Oh, you ain’t heard?
We got curved at the forked road
Tapping out my fingers
That ain’t nerves, that is Morse code
Lots of data locked up in my mind
The thoughts are major
I’m complicated I’m the opposite
Of Occam’s Razor
My occupation catch my own wave, oscillator
Lots of talk but zero
Haters out here operators i’m not mad at you
You lack the juice, aptitude, amplitude
Mad I’m always changing latitudes
Read every Yelp review and bad excuse
Been around the world and heard
A hundred years of platitudes
My calendar is missing brake calipers
Two albums in a year and still
Got one up in the canister
Write a lot of prose
Stop and write a little battle verse
You cannot rock it, you’re the 86 Challenger
(That’s a science joke)
In a fishbowl, under microscope
Is that how this go?
I don’t know I just glow disco
Check the isotopes, vitamins and minerals
Irons and the niacins (niacins)
Where I’m going I don’t need a map
Cut the White Whale along the bias
Turn my face to where my demons at
I was out of sight again
Chasing my Leviathan bodies hit the ground
Ask David where Goliath went
I’m what happens when you
Fall apart completely
Put the pieces of yourself back
Together a la carte
So know that when you see me
I’m a piece of walking art
I read the writing on the wall
Before I let the talking start
Most of you should do the same
But who am I to say last days, fast lane
Bombs from Pyongyang might touchdown
Then it’s ball game
Ay, ’til then I’m rappin' by my last name
And the name remains certified
Rain came and fertilized pain
That I’ve internalized
I rap about my inner-state
I am in a different place
You out here for some insta fame
Selfie with your kissy face icky
I rock a rhyme on time, it’s tricky
Get it strictly, busy
Before the city owned by Disney
Miss me like New York is missing Biggie
Like the Wolves are missing Ricky
I hope they sell the team to Diddy
Easy easy pick a beat and eat it
Eenie meanie pick a flow
Me and PO on that misanthrope pick and roll
Stick and poke, tell you what the litmus show
Ain’t a difference from the
Blue blood and indigo
But did you figure though?
I think you thought you’d figured it
But, you’re too literal long winter
Tell me something that I didn't know
Three shots straight scotch
How I’m living though
These Old Styles ain’t working, Tom Thibodeau
Ah they just costuming
All this posturing could cost us our oxygen
I could go on, but the kid’s going off
I just lay in the cut
And justfoster my consciousness
Read Foster Wallace and shake
Off the haziness in a place that celebrates
The stupidest and laziest
Confuses prejudice with Patriot
Pray we live past the President’s hastiness
But honestly what bothers me
Is thought is obsolete
Taught we’re free but gettin' walked
On the tautest leash blinded by the Panoply
By the light of Dioceses
By the sword of Damocles
But what am I supposed to do: leave
Abandon ship? Please
I’ll take the keys to it, throw some D’s on
Lean with it, get the v6 engine revvin'
Peelin'
I’ll be kneelin' while they pledge allegiance
I mean to each his own thesis
But, I’d rather build from pieces
So I’ll leave this right here
Never saw a fake that I couldn’t recognize
And I never met a word
That I wouldn’t weaponize

Fuck you want fuck you want
Thought you figured out

Fuck you want the fuck you want
The fuck you want what the fuck you want

Thought you figured out the fuck you want
The fuck you want the fuck you want

Thought you figured out the fuck you want
The fuck you want what the fuck you want

Thought you figured out the fuck I'm on
The fuck I'm on what the fuck I'm on

Thought you figured out the fuck you want
What the fuck you want
What the fuck you want