toxic afro futurism

Exoteric, generic
Zombie chasin' the care, the fairy on solid ground
The members are hound dog, don't bark at the sun
This dog eat dog world, she got family to hunt
They said time, a month
Blunt bitches and booze, I could smoke on a good mood
You could squabble on the comets, bitch
We are comets
All around me, let my sunshine on you
Third degree to burn, sting, don't say nothing
I warned you, nigga
I send little bugs to little bears
Money on the combo, siren, solitaire
And the king of home
The phone is a shark gun, the milk box a possum
My letters play dead as they watch from the stock room
What's a cocoon, playin' with no kids
A bundle of nightsticks, a hurdle of grown men
Chess even, breathin' like they god, uh, demented
No assentive to act, pretense so, so temptin'
To ask, intense and disinterest
This verse could've went to Ron, a human
New cast that deep in, too black for nothing
For that wife, I wrote the matrix 'til we die
The God says I'm still alive
This God says I'm still alive
This God says we're still alive

First they stayed on an island for a month, protestin', went to the box, I love to box, the box, I love to box, I ain't had to deal with none of them fake niggas, everybody lie, and we was a gangsta, and everybody was gettin' it and everybody innocent. How could we get it and innocent at the same time? Oh, my god. Then I went to the box all my myself and I was like, "This is great," you know what I'm sayin'!