Dominick's

[Verse 1: STILL RIFT]

Yo

Caught up in the riptide, secondhand Apartheid

Surfer curl the spliffy jiffy faster than my empty guts could answer with a follow up

Choking on a coping mechanism while the wheel of fortune spins like a religion

Catch a catechism like a prism catches light before it breaks it up

Stems and seeds pretending like this forest ain't the trees

In some amalgam while it's taken up, requested for a manager

Arm and hammer makes the cut, the most exotic dancers

Worked the linе and got dashed 'til ellipses lеave me speechless

Nectarines are only naked peaches with less sweetness, now

If every name you've ever given never registers

The only names you live in are nametags at the register

I'm asking you to use the simple orders

Won't surprise me if it's broken

I only wanted fries, what are you smoking

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]

Running the median of the lake shore

Holding a two-handed greatsword

Gimme whatever I make a case for

Shout-out to Ceschi and Fake Four

I don't fuck with jet skis and wake boards; I'm too frightened

I'm a Post-Crisis New Titan

I shoot ice and throw strikes of blue lightning

Yeah, I be writin' with little bird feathers

And I got the nerve to think that I deserve better

My therapist said "take up space" so I'm probably 'bout to make mistakes

I've been on the job a long time, my boss on my ass for takin' my eighth piss break

I tell you some shit to make you spit-take

They said it's too late to make a mix-tape?

I painted my face and bought some wrist tape

So many things I bought and misplaced

I need to drink less coffee and lift weights

[Verse 3: Video Dave]

Yo, yo

To hold the world in the palm of my hand is what my plan is

Ya man's sick, my voice sits all over the bandwidth

I used to ride the 66 Authority transit

Afro-futuristic documentary fanfic

Animated

I see you by the hairs of my chin, glad you made it

To the showroom, we've got a lot of different patterns that we can show you

Hey, what exactly are you lacking?

Got a sure thing brewing if you can provide the backin'

I'm packin' for a rocket trip to the moon and back

I wore my lucky socks and I snacked on a Scooby Snack

Hey, I'm talkin' Lucy in a tab

I'm flyin' across the universe, I'm checkin' two bags

And I got to the carry-on

Momma warned me there'd be days like this, she grew me up very strong

[Verse 4: Quelle Chris]

Drop out the Sambo

Tryna make the Billy Dees niggas flip for cheese on you like Lando

You shine like the sun, be like us, don't be mad, bro

Been on that and some since white folks clapped on three and one

All these rappers ignorant, I am not interested

You just got funny clothes on, you are not interestin'

I hit the Dougie like Rico when I put inches in

I got a wicked pen; it's like cheat codes got entered in

This shit's a treat, shit they must be ice cream or Entenmann's

The crowd applause, I be like the writings of sentiments

Y'all bitches bored, like pictures gathered on Pinterest

My vision's scored by Han Zimmer on shrooms

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