The Orphanage - Obsolete lyrics
[The Orphanage - Obsolete lyrics]
Open a window and close the air vents
And if you're lucky than
You'll miss the glass
And crack your neck on the blacktop
Time mad foolery invaded rap stock
While I bury words in soil, reaping cash crop
You had a laughingstock and I'll
Lead you to the slaughter
An example of how to treat men
If I ever have a daughter
Puff after puff, exhale after inhale
Rush after rush, re-up after next sale
And that's my life and at
Times I'm probably dreaming
Cause this race is a figure-eight
No deviation from weaving
Webs are worse for heads
With precision of arachnids i'm a mattress
I'm stroking my pen just for practice
Night after night, spawns visit my bedroom
To confirm the fact that the
Roses would be dead soon
Surface intestinal fortitude with a red spoon
And damned to the evening as
The moon is fed bloom
Yo the circle keeps me laughing loud
About how the clitoris within your
Disposition is projected outward
Got a crowd of mother figures
Got a lot of love to give ya
As I sift through the under nourished gift
"Welcome to the show, Sir, no Sir
No guest list
Unless your girl is down to wash
My hair and make me breakfast"
As reckless as it smells
It's a long way from Hell
And there it is until I run
Out of thoughts to sell
Fell from a tornado of fire
The perpendicular lung collapsed from trying
To inflate the tire
The robots go nuts when on
The donuts they roll
They can't handle the speed, money
Slow down Slug all around the globe I hear
The whisper of the pussy-whipped
Might be more than content just to
Sit and look at it
Born from Atmosphere, raised on Prince
If life was a snare, y'all would flinch
I bully duck-walkers
Whose waddling with a following an
Inconspicuous scumbag bitch images
Sort-of sons society of similars
Who can't tell
The country folk from the villagers
"They all got guns and jerk
To the same pin-up girls"
I've found from now on out
To kid who only put
Out what you haven't slathered in
Capital fat thought bubble
It's like when I cuddle in the crease
It takes more than a fanbase to mandate
The bliss disperse and earn the peace
I can feel it
I know that stiff industry wallow
While they got you riding
Dirtbikes on some "I want
My two dollars" shit
Pressure, at least until justice is served
I'mma bust the straight and narrow
Till the motherfucker curves
Circle with nostalgia? crooked on the way out
I'll be the king-style following writing off
Violently cocked back to painting
A beautiful picture like Mr adolf
Hitler sucking cock for crack
Life is living in a prison, where?
Daylight just a vision, it's cold in here
Spending time in the hole
Made to listen to screams of other MC's
Caged in rhythm, slaves to rhythm
For my favoritism, oh my plagiarism
So I close my eyes, hoping to find escapism
And fade away from the games played
At least for a moment
But dreams of my opponents that I notice
While my dilated eyes focus
Slide into my lab after my eye closes
Like locusts
Leaving even quicker than they came
Abandoning my field of dreams
For a bigger name with all my strength I'm
Defending my flickering fame
Adrenaline allows me to ignore
The feeling of pain
And front like I'm winning the game
Yes, adrenaline allows me to ignore
The feeling of pain
And front like I'm winning the game
Desperately searching for a pattern
In the puke-green stains
That indicate the amount of miles
Remaining on this tour
Eyes occasionally bouncing back to
The radio clock
Keeping track of the minutes swallowed
As we speed the shore
I can't seem to wrap my mind
Around any kind of of order
The signs randomly pop up
Giving 20 miles left, 8 miles left
I imagine when I once stepped on it
Now it stays ahead of me
Planting the signs secretly leading
Me to death
Oh, Jesus hidden Christ in a lunchbox
I really am schizophrenic
A friend once told me he could
See it in my handwriting
My whole life I told readers it's just
Because the road was too bumpy
And the bulb above my head
Didn't give off enough lighting
So why am I still
On this highway, accelerating
Striving for a home
Knowing there's no end to this street?
I should stop driving right now
And just sit here cause when it stops what I
Actually did will be obsolete
And if you're lucky than
You'll miss the glass
And crack your neck on the blacktop
Time mad foolery invaded rap stock
While I bury words in soil, reaping cash crop
You had a laughingstock and I'll
Lead you to the slaughter
An example of how to treat men
If I ever have a daughter
Puff after puff, exhale after inhale
Rush after rush, re-up after next sale
And that's my life and at
Times I'm probably dreaming
Cause this race is a figure-eight
No deviation from weaving
Webs are worse for heads
With precision of arachnids i'm a mattress
I'm stroking my pen just for practice
Night after night, spawns visit my bedroom
To confirm the fact that the
Roses would be dead soon
Surface intestinal fortitude with a red spoon
And damned to the evening as
The moon is fed bloom
Yo the circle keeps me laughing loud
About how the clitoris within your
Disposition is projected outward
Got a crowd of mother figures
Got a lot of love to give ya
As I sift through the under nourished gift
"Welcome to the show, Sir, no Sir
No guest list
Unless your girl is down to wash
My hair and make me breakfast"
As reckless as it smells
It's a long way from Hell
And there it is until I run
Out of thoughts to sell
Fell from a tornado of fire
The perpendicular lung collapsed from trying
To inflate the tire
The robots go nuts when on
The donuts they roll
They can't handle the speed, money
Slow down Slug all around the globe I hear
The whisper of the pussy-whipped
Might be more than content just to
Sit and look at it
Born from Atmosphere, raised on Prince
If life was a snare, y'all would flinch
I bully duck-walkers
Whose waddling with a following an
Inconspicuous scumbag bitch images
Sort-of sons society of similars
Who can't tell
The country folk from the villagers
"They all got guns and jerk
To the same pin-up girls"
I've found from now on out
To kid who only put
Out what you haven't slathered in
Capital fat thought bubble
It's like when I cuddle in the crease
It takes more than a fanbase to mandate
The bliss disperse and earn the peace
I can feel it
I know that stiff industry wallow
While they got you riding
Dirtbikes on some "I want
My two dollars" shit
Pressure, at least until justice is served
I'mma bust the straight and narrow
Till the motherfucker curves
Circle with nostalgia? crooked on the way out
I'll be the king-style following writing off
Violently cocked back to painting
A beautiful picture like Mr adolf
Hitler sucking cock for crack
Life is living in a prison, where?
Daylight just a vision, it's cold in here
Spending time in the hole
Made to listen to screams of other MC's
Caged in rhythm, slaves to rhythm
For my favoritism, oh my plagiarism
So I close my eyes, hoping to find escapism
And fade away from the games played
At least for a moment
But dreams of my opponents that I notice
While my dilated eyes focus
Slide into my lab after my eye closes
Like locusts
Leaving even quicker than they came
Abandoning my field of dreams
For a bigger name with all my strength I'm
Defending my flickering fame
Adrenaline allows me to ignore
The feeling of pain
And front like I'm winning the game
Yes, adrenaline allows me to ignore
The feeling of pain
And front like I'm winning the game
Desperately searching for a pattern
In the puke-green stains
That indicate the amount of miles
Remaining on this tour
Eyes occasionally bouncing back to
The radio clock
Keeping track of the minutes swallowed
As we speed the shore
I can't seem to wrap my mind
Around any kind of of order
The signs randomly pop up
Giving 20 miles left, 8 miles left
I imagine when I once stepped on it
Now it stays ahead of me
Planting the signs secretly leading
Me to death
Oh, Jesus hidden Christ in a lunchbox
I really am schizophrenic
A friend once told me he could
See it in my handwriting
My whole life I told readers it's just
Because the road was too bumpy
And the bulb above my head
Didn't give off enough lighting
So why am I still
On this highway, accelerating
Striving for a home
Knowing there's no end to this street?
I should stop driving right now
And just sit here cause when it stops what I
Actually did will be obsolete