Radio Pollution

[Sample: Pink Floyd - Hey You] Hey you, out there beyond the wall Breaking bottles in the hall Can you help me? [Verse 1: Ryu] Lizard king My DNA symmetry... perfect Humans are worthless Exit my planet you serve as no purpose Yes. The rhythm, the rebel, the slave race For conductive metals you in the same place I exist on a plane where I change shapes A subconscious level You wanna bang I can change your brain to a blank tape BASF, yeah I can easily erase that Your insane is my normal Wanna see where we live? My Jacuzzi's a portal [Verse 2: Gravity Christ] Yo, this The Pursuit of Happyness Without the bathroom scene I put my prose in these hoes, paragraphs so clean I had intercourse with yo momma, motherfucker for real A literary missile merchant, you can get a good deal We move the ball against the odds, disregarding the chain Pushing dope so potent, you can't take it in vein I got a clan of wild animals, we all alpha We keep a tab at the bar, but I'm a jaw tapper I introduce them to my face and I can't feel it no more Streaming Farrakhan in my beats, my race is at war Plus I'm never getting stuck, I'm going out in a blaze I'm here for profit like I'm Moses, burning bush in a maze My staff is official and my group is the same I man a scope and take 'em shots, I never fuck with my aim I'm laid back in the cut overlooking my kills Riding shotty in a hearse with Divine at the wheel [Verse 3: Divine Styler] Swerve the turn, centripetal, breaking the clutch down Exert the equilateral latitude on my comedown Pull up on your planet with a track in your body Man, I'm a first born immortal, now I'll make it predominant Shoot a banana at your hominid, make it pathology I'm a fly beta tachyon, light up your bodily Physical graffiti, your geometry's wobbly Your biology's on sale to an alien colony Super heavy heater extra, ever ready very steady gun metal [?] with the legendary Divine Styles of Beyond, the minds of earthlings Father of electrons, files and word bean Alphabetical, medical, flow letter word picks Movin' to your membrane, my [?] curve game Shape is like a tetragram, atomical white cape Flowing off the back of my mechanical v-vertebrae [Sample: Pink Floyd - Hey You] Hey you, out there beyond the wall Breaking bottles in the hall Can you help me? [Verse 4: Ryu] Probably not Kamikaze shots for cosmonauts It's three like the stripes on my Adidas A ladi dadi Pot, hops and barley We like to party Bitch. I'm Chris Farley ripped Bob Marley spliffs Spaceships with Atari sticks Talk shhh with they mouth they beg from Claiming that they hungry so I throw 'em some breadcrumbs It's redrum, come and get some I got enough of it to go around Kick the door down and let the ruckus in Nothing but the rugged shit Live from the mothership Get the mic so hot I gotta rock an oven mitt I swear to god I'mma burst under pressure Don't test me they'll find you in a hole in the desert Take your soul on a record There's no controlling my temper The cops looking for a skull with a hole in the center I'm the final solution, a maniacal nuisance Ryu, I'll eradicate the radio pollution Ain't it funky