Infinite Scroll

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Awestricken, my brow furled up, my lip is curled All distant, need a referral for a different world Audacious my instinct is to go and get small places Fuck your lease, I don’t owe you shit Outlandish, I get low and I hover there Not branded, cause if they could they'd discover air Rain Walrus, under a pelt like a brother bear Stone Fragments trapped in air tight tupperware Who’s missing? The headcount says minus 1 Dude, listen: Priest, my mouth is a zion's gun Intrepid, below ice like the submarine Been sectioned, looking at old tight drum machines Mixed potions, Hoping to grow like Thumbelin' Your shit's broken, so watch me roll like tumbleweed Old patterns breaking, interrupt duplicates No data: blank, your concept's toothless It's done [Chorus: P.O.S] I am a dead man walking Them streets ain't talking, man They busy talking on they phones Favoriting they problems, liking all they causes Can't help feelin' alone I'm tryna live it while I can Feeling every feeling, every feeling I can stand Unplugged, unstuck instead of unwound and undone (Head down, thumbs up) Instead of lost in the infinite [Verse 2: Manchita] Woke up flat broke in a back seat Low-ball recalling til I choke down the caffeine Throbbing in my back when I feel the earth beneath my feet Life’s no beach, it’s a rabid dog in heat And I’m not your hostage, I’m hot potato—hash you out later Not now, I’m way too gone for the page you’re on In fact I burned the whole book like my next high depended on it Batting fat lashes at the casting, ranting “Save the fucking dolphins, you guys,” While I mash a tuna sandwich Fables never sounded so rounded and pounding Never wound down, never found out Who’s counting, who’s down with us Should be obvious not a network mess I guess that’s why my cuticles uplift in upset for the present unkept Tenderness of my fleshiness Dead with the swelling of this particular winter’s discontent [Chorus: P.O.S] I am a dead man walking Them streets ain't talking, man They busy talking on they phones Favoring all my problems, liking all my causes Can't help feelin' alone I'm tryna live it while I can Feeling every feeling, every feeling I can stand Unplugged, unstuck instead of unwound and undone (Head down, thumbs up) Instead of lost in the infinite [Verse 3: P.O.S] Huh? Compare myself to who? Skitching on this mother ship Rock with a champion crew Fit in with this other shit I don't even know what they do I ain't tryna learn, it's servant shit I never knew I'm a professional profession skipper Never been a job I didn't quit to hit a stage and rip it Get it in, Get into it Better with this, off the map I'm ten and two-ing, keep it moving constantly Keep that foolish off of me Possibilities are literally limitless But that screen is inches from your vision, man That scenery is written text Tryna knowledge up this girl Who's talking on her phone though Typing hella awkward Bout some other chick she don't know Hate the hand dealt, self-help through selfie therapy Play the feels felt with your digital self, aimlessly Only dramatic people utter "no drama" Butter-nutting that beef they only seem to keep a pound of Right? Fuck