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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 P.O 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 just foster 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 I fake that I couldn't recognize
And I never met a word that I wouldn't weaponize

F*ck you want
F*ck you want
Thought you figured out

F*ck you want
The f*ck you want
The f*ck you want
What he f*ck you want

Thought you figured out
The f*ck you want
The f*ck you want
The f*ck you want

Thought you figured out
The f*ck you want
The f*ck you want
What the f*ck you want

Thought you figured out
The f*ck I'm on
The f*ck I'm on
What the f*ck I'm on

Thought you figured out
The f*ck you want
What the f*ck you want
What the f*ck you want

Stefon Alexander, Aaron Mader, John Samuels, Andrew Sims

The duration of It Was Written…Again is 4:36 minutes and seconds.