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]