Ants

[Verse 1: P.O.S.] Mister of course AKA of course Wake up lost In the sleep walk I'm dreamin about The days I'll be outlined in chalk I’m feeling (*yawn) a little groggy But yeah, I remember now Back to the hunt The individually wrapped servants now Suck the fuckin’ life out of ‘em! Packaging we need more packaging Computers, computers please All the robots eyes are wired now Back in the swing of things They sing for the distraction it brings I flap my jaws cuz I’m the one Who works the crap outta these things Fuck ‘em. Every day’s my birthday I’ll make and break these insects Then I send them on their way Pay me. Hoping flip the switch And some more electric now We squeeze the peoples Till the loose stools flies out They go without, I go with Coffee, teas and grabbin’ a slice of cake I make these empty little emcees And fill ‘em up great Ha, keep working The big return is lurking Just keep on marching kid Just keep on marching kid (Chorus) It’s movin’ inch by inch It’s movin’ grain after grain Movin’ one by one For the universal brain Never flinch to get squished Never stop consuming shit Just move your fucking legs for the queen And that’s it Inch by inch Moving grain after grain Moving one by one For the universal brain Never flinch to get squished Never stop consuming shit Just move your fucking legs for the queen And that’s it [Verse 2: Toki Wright] Hop on top of a silo I’m screaming out for survival I’m face to face with my rivals My papermate is my rifle (FIRE!) Down in that ant hole You can follow disorder Put a stop to production All soldiers across the border And boarded up tenements Residents they’re spendin’ and send ‘em with She smoked her life away Lady the baby’s innocent So, don’t ever go against the grain Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame Of mind a changing time you spent She like: I ain’t chaning mine Well I can’t worry ‘bout your money You can stay behind You’re closed minded You can’t see through the opening I’m from the home of more rednecks Than bowling pins Inches by inches We’re swimmin’ down through the trenches The room will fill up with tension The instant we hit the entrance The black army ant Just watch you can’t get rid of me Loud in your crowd Like Mussolini in Italy (Chorus)