Tardygrade

[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 Who bout it? Flows somatic With a spliff The ugly spick: up in smoke Show these spectators his quaggy spit Niggas swear they dig us; his sweaty digits You play me; assault his N64 for the maintenance Is the man in airways, roads, railways, pile lines, canals Is the menace Verbal homicide Not keeping shit to himself Don’t got to tell me twice Not in your life Whatever the fight See Ely slammed; oh come back I’m awful when dejected In some sense you knew me Fuck it Stress villain Left trails for these fucks Derange an unzip A senescent fuck She satisfied to see me Not knowing his berserk He wore and toured his adolescent already