GUSH - Busdriver

Itemize the criminal element

In a African-American identity polemic

For an international panel of staunch economist

Working from the largest company in the world

Where the debt is bottomless

And billowing out of the cartel pipes

And billowing out of the cartel pipes

All of this predicated on my mind false so I’m raw

Slander and the bylaws for the deed to our place of worship

Asia Courtships but in the heart cockles of art models

Zombie reformed to shake us, forges of an online mega-structure

Yeah

They count the limits, a repetitive number, as he echo in our dream tally

Disintegrated in the streets of Cali

I’m in gross but an altruism of a séance leader

But it’s like your energy’s way off the meter

I part ways to spend a day with a aqua breather

Further the benevolence of our cultural norms, I vote for the swarm

At the war council where I board a mouthful of prayers

If I’m prepared, yeah the oath was sworn, the oath was sworn

The apples were bitten, combustible cataclysms get a revision

And deep precision in the final undercurrents of our purpose and vision

I disturb the coveted additions

A taste of scourge to the world of Serfs and Christians

Or no one in 83rd last third in the curb spittin'

It’s like an inert nerve pinchin', nerd listen

I’ve been to the hood, being referred by the Merv Griffins

Cause his styles keep the surface spinnin'

And then embrace my perfect woman

Yeah

What you gonna do with that beat?

What you gonna do with that beat?

What you gonna do with that beat, beat?

Driver we need you, there’s been a power outage at a barber’s college

The no kink of armor guard the solace for your popcorn goddess

So let’s foreally be honest, I’ll definitely fall the fuck off, yes I promise

In a beautiful array of visual effects and cynical text

Over any threats like kambo poisons to ingest

While the giants of the mert were dormant, they crept the apartment sanctuary

with a search warrant

The thirst of the church is formless

So I gotta slide through more shit (More shit, nigga)

Burden of a sorceress who won’t put a cork in it

I forfeit the bid for some court-ordered warlord’s wish

I’m at the abortion clinic with an Aryan yuppie

Killing off their offspring because they declare me very ugly

When the eugenics push, I avoided the synthetics with a kemetic push

Psycho-kinetic gush, yeah

And billowing out of the cartel pipes

And billowing out of the cartel pipes