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[Intro: Busdriver] We leap through your T.V., bruh My dudes sick like we looped leukemia The beat sick like we looped leukemia My scene sick like we looped leukemia Alert the news media x2 [Hook: Nocando] This that Dorner (too soon) That Newtown (too soon) That bath salt, that moon rock, that god damn it that's (too soon) x2 [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Mike Eagle will not fail, Mike Eagle will not fail I repeat shit to myself more than these white people in Scottsdale I'm a indie hustler first team Fuck music, sell shirt screens And I pull up to my rap show in a Ford Focus, on 13s And my nephews in the eighth grade He only talks about bayblade And my supermarket is Ralph's On tour I'm looking for Safeway I'm a cantankerous old coot A man, a blanket no phone booth And this never bitten [?] all or nothing This ass naked as snow suit [Hook] [Verse 2: VerBS] Squad is always full of haters Me and flocka puff trees like Bob Marley and the Wailers Thick white girls, they must of came from Decatur I got the ill vibe I got the bay area flavor That's how I open up all these hot bars I'm out of this world nigga Yeah I'm something like I'm a Mark Clark, ooh I started rapping off the walls of Crenshaw Back in the day I call that, yo Leimert parkour Picked up the times, I blow niggas ran mouths Indie darlin', pardon my grand smile On this marathon jog, I'm going to stand out Opportunities open up, it's a plus if you dope as fuck and you rhyme like... [Hook] [Interlude] Too soon... too soon... [Verse 3: Nocando] Yuh Icarus, niggerish Genesis, Leviticus Candy flippin' the Lawrence Fishburne crimson with that clear pill Limitless In Bristol sipping Guinesses Hard to handle like life with a wife and ten kids and six different mistresses (Woo!) This shit is getting ridiculous Niggas are getting so sensitive Forgive me for my insolence I ain't really into this I got a new view through a new scope I'ma be frank like the new pope I don't give a fuck if them dudes dope It's Hellfyre, eat a dick till you dudes choke [Verse 4: KAIL] My neighbors are pigs, so we don't speak when we I grab the mail My neighbors are pigs, so if my crowbar snaps a tail I'm fast as hell, there ain't no catching KAIL But, catch me if you can Frank Abagnale, pass the snail But, we just gon' discount that as rails Until they're on my traffic trail and know how this package smell Long as you packin' cells, I pack the nail from the coffin that sends your rat ass back to hell Bitch! [Hook] [Verse 5: Busdriver] Yeah Niggas say my catalogue's too YMCA Not enough YMCMB, and my life plan reeks of fresh brie Yuh (Oh shoot!) Like I'm a white man on a ten speed Like I'm in Thailand living rent free All I ever need the mic stand, that's what the rats see My socio never overshare Look the hood calling me weird cause my shit could weaponize the open air Yelp alerts could be heard in ear buds Believe in this [?] road flares This shit is barely a beer buzz You're gonna stare at us like you leer at jugs Or apply there and buy share I'm like hi there and I'ma buy this Paris On the pulmonary palimpsest Feedin' niggas in high chairs with an Allen wrench No fashion sense from the Karmaloop I'm the big dog man, call me Marmaduke Might think tanks more than the [?] crew Make the uninitiated barf and puke We beside the finest from some smashed atoms While ratchet hoes do tableaus till they suffer from back spasms We clown backstage like Patch Adams Took the game with us like backgammon Press pass and test labs as my best gags it sounds like crash landings [Verse 6: Rheteric Ramirez] And they knew I was crazy without getting drunk and you thinking I'm tipsy I kept it one hundred, I've never been fifty percent or fifty one fifty The shit I see on the news though got me feeling chaotic neutral Put yourself in my shoes though What you think Tookie and Dorner would do bro? Better check that [?] I got some gangster shit that'll make you grey matter into a fuckin' handkerchief Cause this is operation Repo To take L.A. back from people That wanna make dark skin friends without crossing Pico If I forced you to take the bus to places you're scared to drive to Would reality coincide with what you buy on iTunes? They say we rose from the ashes after riots, but I wouldn't believe it Saying that is like burning the wing of a dove, and calling that shit a phoenix The cost of living that empty coffin, cause death is an empty wallet This isn't the petty problems, of bitches and Mary Poppins Whenever the [?] calls it Give a fuck if my enemies talkin' Destiny though will never be broke fasho that's been My War like Henry Rollins [Outro: Busdriver] Too soon... Too soon... [Repeated]