No Homeowners

Doomtree, time to let it be known From the bottom of the bottle to the top of the throne (Repeat 2x) (Cecil Otter) I hear ooh’s and ahh’s when I jump off my garage People treat me like I’m dying for a cause Cuz I believe in God, and Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny I hang out with Lady Luck and I feed her when her beaver’s hungry Don’t need your money, don’t need your company Do need that filthy middle finger out my cup of tea It takes one to bleed two to make the bleeding stop I’d rather leave a trail of blood than let you make the bleeding stop (Dessa) This is synchronized sinking a single sided die, a tire farm Sick of this sickness, I want a signal, a symbol, a sign Sinners are seeking asylum, senators set to deny them Sun at the center is dimming, spinning in silence Synapses sing with science sitting inside us Citizens’ sinuses ring with sirens whose singing is violence It goes thanks T.S., but the world ends like this Not a bang, not whimper, but a sibilant hiss Doomtree, time to let it be known From the bottom of the bottle to the top of the throne (Repeat 2x) (Mike Mictlan) Put us up, megablast a classic burner Idolize the insignia minnie millenniums idiot savant Avant off guard, not scarred Self-inflicted shots, stars, and locked bars Drop arms, I got the face of Mars Harness the strength, harvest my angst, chop spars Let it out, say it loud, don’t bitch out What time would be better than now? Doomtree, watch your mouth (P.O.S.) Yo, I put the words to page, shed the weight of the day But all work and no play makes jackknife a dull blade So I stay sharp and cut the darkness with a chisel tip A crew of kids who sizzle sets and fizzle out your best attempts Doomtree, you know, we opened up, but left the spot blown With call and response, you followed up but caught a dial tone No nothing flashy, hypnosis, or backward masking shit Simply raw shit y’all get lost in it Dope? who you asking kid? (Sims) 18 months ago before the snow Before Sims was in the breeze Distorted morbid kid pent up and bent on my disease With a butterfly knife lining my gut But Stef and Otter saved my life Pulled me up and gave me stripes Recovering loather now loving every moment Telling opponents move over, we own it I build from ashes when I write rhymes And I’m proud to represent it, it’s my lifeline Doomtree, time to let it be known From the bottom of the bottle to the top of the throne (Repeat 4x)