The Thought, Smith the Poet - Arrhythmia Lyrics

Dum-doo-doo-dum-dum-dune
BLAQKNOIZ, live again
Here to bring that motherfucking lo-fi
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la la la la la
Make sure you do
What you can do
To remember
You can testify!
That ain't the truth
They selling you
It all been packaged
Just to make you buy
It's fantasy
Like Xanadu
They know the patterns
That can make you cry
They'll multiply
Infinity
You gotta regulate
The rate you "why?"
You gotta be
Kidding me
Do you just let them
Motherfuckers in your mind?
You're giving me
Arrhythmia
'Cause I'm just stuck
Describing colors to the blind
I'm gonna be
Killing ya
If you just possum
And don't get up out my face
You Caterpie
I'm Lugia
You everywhere
But all your stats are fucking blank
No slow droop, drip my levee
Don't know the high, been low as Larry
Where the humstrum love, too heavy
Dirty soul, sobbing... Oughta
Sit back and read a book, in fact
Fuck a fucking hook, I status
Tampered, we induced the malice
Plastic, I'm the proof of sink or swim
The higher ground, we worth the rage
Of flooding clouds, evading a coward
I wrote "impressive", some slander
And watch his wreckage devour
Genres don't rip it, this Doppel-gang isn't it
Hard to hang, riddle me this, the Lang
The speak spooks the same, in lieu, loops with brain
Matched page to page, dumbed down the day
Pell-bound to date, with nothing more to say
Ay, ay, ay,
Ay, yo!
Then, some hopeful heap to chase
Spit facts
Don't high-tail, but get back
Woman, male or zigzag
Monorail to donor jail and skip Jack
Big Mac
Bargains for the impact
Forage for the Stimpaks
It's an out-of-storage order for the chin fat
In cash
'Cause the chip don't work right
It's the big rash
'Cause your shirts don't curve light
My borders win fast
'Cause they don't turn away the bright
It's more than melanin you blasting
It's a culture, that's divine
I'm tryna live lines
So I rhyme through my ideals
That's a big lie
But I ain't dimes for no appeals
And the ping fine
So why my bits per-second thirty?
I don't wing time
Treat this shit like Zeroh, dark and dirty
I only sing fine
It's my brother with the pipes
Call me Luigi
Take my time then I arrive
I'm over heads when I decline
I'm wishing time were on my side
You can watch your clock depleting
'Cause your back can hold a knife
(Scream)

Dum-doo-doo-dum-dum-dune
BLAQKNOIZ, live again
Here to bring that motherfucking lo-fi
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la la la la la
Make sure you do
What you can do
To remember
You can testify!
That ain't the truth
They selling you
It all been packaged
Just to make you buy
It's fantasy
Like Xanadu
They know the patterns
That can make you cry
They'll multiply
Infinity
You gotta regulate
The rate you "why?"
You gotta be
Kidding me
Do you just let them
Motherfuckers in your mind?
You're giving me
Arrhythmia
'Cause I'm just stuck
Describing colors to the blind
I'm gonna be
Killing ya
If you just possum
And don't get up out my face
You Caterpie
I'm Lugia
You everywhere
But all your stats are fucking blank
No slow droop, drip my levee
Don't know the high, been low as Larry
Where the humstrum love, too heavy
Dirty soul, sobbing... Oughta
Sit back and read a book, in fact
Fuck a fucking hook, I status
Tampered, we induced the malice
Plastic, I'm the proof of sink or swim
The higher ground, we worth the rage
Of flooding clouds, evading a coward
I wrote "impressive", some slander
And watch his wreckage devour
Genres don't rip it, this Doppel-gang isn't it
Hard to hang, riddle me this, the Lang
The speak spooks the same, in lieu, loops with brain
Matched page to page, dumbed down the day
Pell-bound to date, with nothing more to say
Ay, ay, ay,
Ay, yo!
Then, some hopeful heap to chase
Spit facts
Don't high-tail, but get back
Woman, male or zigzag
Monorail to donor jail and skip Jack
Big Mac
Bargains for the impact
Forage for the Stimpaks
It's an out-of-storage order for the chin fat
In cash
'Cause the chip don't work right
It's the big rash
'Cause your shirts don't curve light
My borders win fast
'Cause they don't turn away the bright
It's more than melanin you blasting
It's a culture, that's divine
I'm tryna live lines
So I rhyme through my ideals
That's a big lie
But I ain't dimes for no appeals
And the ping fine
So why my bits per-second thirty?
I don't wing time
Treat this shit like Zeroh, dark and dirty
I only sing fine
It's my brother with the pipes
Call me Luigi
Take my time then I arrive
I'm over heads when I decline
I'm wishing time were on my side
You can watch your clock depleting
'Cause your back can hold a knife
(Scream)