silk road

makin' it happen

my assault rifle speaks loud, spikes in the white noise shroud

rhythms in a fully automatic staccato, uranium shells

ripping holes thru the static

weaving lyrics like quantum physics

filling the emptiness with dark matter

just my presence makes the glass shatter

 

i'm moving slow thru the hectic

catching green lights like i'm prophetic

holy pilgrimage, an arrow in flight

obsidian head deep in the pilgrim's heart

one needle, one hay of straw

this illegitimate regime is ready to fall

 

click clack, i got twelve

sick of this shit so fuck em, stab em in the back

i'll just push thru regardless of who's who

three and three is six

keepin' count, hold my wallet

like a jew hoarding tic tacs

stripping the copper from all this shrapnel and flack

 

seekin' out culture with the nose of a turkey vulture

burning incense bought from the silk road

got my baby a rattle in constantinople

exotic spices like dune, ride on these bitches like shai hulud

erotic flowers for my baddie, she likes to sleep in the tall grasses

we land in tehran with our season passes

mountain air and farsi classes

burnin' calories while we move our asses

drop an album one day, instant classic