Lyrics: Negash Ali
Music: Thorbjørn Schwarz
Don’t care how many doctors and nurses, reads me chapters and verses
They can’t vaccine the urges, the drape matches the curtains?
Ima meth head for a redhead, Why don’t u wet bread make ya legs spread?
Ill get u there express, express, u got work in the morning get u rested
Here goes another dance with the devil, what am I gon do not answer the echo?
Is a baboon not gon’ swang with his kinfolk? see a can of coke and not put in a mentos?
On a hazy night round 89, angels drived and brang me down
As a kid man they sang me sound, I am not of this earth I get me hand me downs
Like Walcott, Im swinging the cross, like robots a sinister course
I boycott them ng and o, u soap ops of sin and allure
Hook:
What is this age I'm in?
Pacing in a cage Im kept
Feeling like Doomsday, doomsday
Well then make room for a newphaze
Look I never loved the upper echelons, never gave umbrellas from the weather gods
Zeus is crying he’s raging melancholy, i'll chop ya hand off for ya thunder, that’s that arab law
2021 is my carrot dog, 2020 may as well be Aragorn
Human but don’t make 2 many errors bro, 29 but seen like 3 eras gone
Ain’t seen Static for month but we telecom, while I'm laughing at this mooleyian called Paludan
I'll have some of what he’s on, Ill relapse for something that’s that strong
They had us in Bastille, but now we in bastion, Marching to Versailles with me and my garrison
The wig of ya Antoinette, the Louis u maricon, but shhhhhh, don't make the elite paranoid
What is this age I'm in?
Pacing in a cage Im kept
Feeling like Doomsday, doomsday
Well then make room for a newphaze