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