Brian

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Urban renewal is a rabbit hole of wiki links And one pill makes you smaller The other one's a bullet, point taken, pull it Aim it at he face at twenty paces And you'll probably hit a bystander Overpopulation is a bitch, ain't it? And a bitch bad, and a bad bitch the type To make you bust fast, bitch keep bussin' at them For they bus pass, victims of rapid transit police on bus ads A movie will be made about his life And where the life is but a knife of calico The impulse always is to weaponize So weapons, eyes, and targets fixed No contacts, no context, texts to his mom's just rang out The lexicon's expanding at a rapid pace Hashtags on the twitter, hotspots on hot blocks Still got them hot pockets on lockup in the freezer Half as cold as the demeanor Half as coded as the overloaded speakers bumping g shit [Drum Interlude: Brian Chippendale] [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] "Your space is narrow," said the robber to the bank Before he robbed the motherfucker blind Don't underestimate the underestimated They rest esteemed on beds of all your daughter's friendship bracelets She's having dreams of dancing in the dark with darker faces What a waste, she water-wade and welcome to the city You chose while most could not escape it The escapades are consequential when the national order is disturbed It's only right the lions gonna fight back and it might smack At that primitive imitation arranged by illiterates But literally who gives a shit? Shit! Grabbin' the bull by the french horns and heralding a new day is played out Kid with a high top fade, ain't no way he gonna be outdid And if it's like this and that then listen up Enter a new commissioner with a mission to Get you the fuck up out his mistletoe, he leave a kiss like death Tuck up your deuce and go, just watch him go [Drum Interlude: Brian Chippendale] [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] This is the bitter taste of disconnect Don't recognize the intellect and don't be on the internet So gangsta shit becomes an empty threat Unless you live it to the very best to leave it with mean empty nest syndrome And the empty nest of stomach makes a tempting test But will or won't you ski mask on this store run More guns up, more funds, morphine, more fiends More deplorable news for camera crews to shoot more scenes and they morphing Black or white, the paper chase, the glassy pipe, the needle and the haystack made of needles The refracted light of self-reflecting's worse Short and squat, gravity, rough from overtouching buff From holding up the mantlepiece for you to place your tchochkes on Mementos of your visit to where the men go ignant And women catch her trickin', and ain't nobody tripping but you So get your fuck on, or stay and get your fuck on No one really gives a fuck [Drum outro: Brian Chippendale]