Tardygrade Efer Ely

[Produced by J Dilla]

[Verse 1]
Whether is from the top of the dome
Or the Sinclair sin type
Been surgically-brain separated
Put to sleep; As soon as you sleep at me
I dust niggas off. Bust a nut in the peace
Clear up my fucks;
Loose change is for the folding wings
On his saucer whip
You saw his martyr jabs with the quantum leaps
Perceive as thorny when overlooked with a doobie
It seems
Like someone should have said something sooner
But nah, they cheerfully greeted
The sentient;
Satin; but say his
An alien parasite; until he peels off with rights
Hello;
You won’t miss me until I’m listed, deported
In poor health
Have feelings; with no feelings
With a fist cause all I did was flick these lil bitches
So go to hell
Self-slaughter yourself with the
Fucking halo
Oh
How you doing? Pushing plugs
Crucified these Howdy Doody fucks
Flub a dub
Objective is to get out of this struggle dump