Carry Crates

Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Retrogott] Wer gibt sich die Blöße bloßliegendes zu sichten Und im Krieg gegen in Ufos fliegende Faschisten auf Dächern zu tanzen Und den Architekten zu verfluchen Nur ein echter Löwe kommt an den Eunuchen vorbei Das letzte Jahrhundert war krank, doch mit einmal Husten vorbei Was ist die Schlange noch unserem Geschlecht von Zoogängеrn? Der Geist der Aufklärung, еin Staub- und Flohfänger Madlib, Planet Asia, Retrogott Ein moderner Shit landet mit dem Pager auf dem Elektroschrott [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Fast talkers, freak show, I show you where the Sasquatch is This life I'm about, pipe in your mouth for the math Hustlin' heartless, bathroom gambler, stab wound handler Black Panther, seven-forty-sevens, flyin' out a Chandler Not yet, but you can put your hands up while I get my grands up My style nasty like Panda Express Black mask gats right over your desk now hand it over You forcing me to open a can of Cobras When really I just want to count cake and burn Dozier My low Caesar got the hoes having seizures Trauma unit, bottle of embalming fluid in the freezer A teaser from the African amoeba Passionate speed reader, weed eagle, wreck room thief leader Hide your meters, I'm flyer than seagulls I'm never losing if your chick ain't choosing It's one of my amigos The murder method is murdering records Swinging my necklace Got you sniffing my nuts like a german shepherd Battery sold separate old records Showing my efforts Carrying crates to spaz on your whole collection