All Pastel Everything Busdriver, Open Mike Eagle & milo

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
We’re not gonna quit, that’s the popular myth of our ancestors
Wallow in, drop to the pit with a sock on my prick and my hands severed
I got one option to pick in an ominous grip of a planned centure
I take it cause I'm no apologist for the chocolate chips that make a man's center
I’m where a hollow abyss and an obelisk can stand together
While you’re out talkin' that shit, those innocuous quips they fan embers at the book burnings
When I jot down the script, my god is a bitch who’s transgendered
Up and dropped off a fifth on a modular synth, it’s a grand gesture, nigga
(the opt of a gist when a cop is a fit for a Klansmember)
It’s on the top of your list, a pop of the clip withstands pressure and squeeze
(Now shot to shift?) (my...) was a damn treasure
And you are lost to the mist 'cause you're not equipped to be man's successor
I'm the next step when the postular swiss leave tropical fish that swam together
But your hate for me is a bottomless pit 'cause my skin color is a tan leather
But I can start you over, let me paint you, I can paint you 'cause I can never hate you

[Hook: Open Mike Eagle]
Let me paint you, I wrote a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this oowee
From the moon like these other fools can’t do
Let me paint you, I wrote a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this oowee
From the moon like these other fools can’t do