Out of Range

[Verse 1] I remember '89 tech9 when it was Stretch and Bob Buttery biscuits we form to make the Weathertron And took a side like when the missile hit the pentagon Or Flight 77 your guess is as good as mine Yak in the box like the Porto John Life is the medium, death is the canvas that I pour it on Smack in the back of a gypsy cab, drab with a city snap NY up for grabs gimme that Cassette nostalgia perfectly pump the power up Recall the rush stealin' a Mitsubishi out of luck Takin' tags puttin' stickers up click clack mania Man you were the shit back in the day but… Yeah right check chopped liver to lover boys Who ain't mature enough, chill suckatoy Unemployed any inklings of such null and void Apologies they want an artist not another droid [Chorus] I'm like later catch you on the flipside If you even make it there, I'll be on the inside Wanderin' the outskirts, I remember those days Tryin' to hit the walk-off, slidin' in into home base Tryin' to drop the hot shit, standin' in the cold rain Sounds like it was storebought, army of the most lame Squanderin' for raploot, all I got was chump change From back in the days with pea shooters to warheads Now he's out of range [Verse 2] Survey says rap is dead And it ain't my crusade to save it, back to bed I know all the games they're playin' its fact I'm fed Wracked my brain sometimes I'd rather be a hack instead Bashed through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man Hands holdin' half a chance on doomsday No escape, Alcatraz Rappin' in backseats for petty props Trudgin' through swamps of shit rappers I'm Steve Erwin to deadly crocks So ambitious, you bitter face grimace Sour patch kids simulate critics Cardboard City the galaxy is ready for us WM our destiny is on the horizon we jetting towards it Man your too offensive, well I always speak from the heart And wear my heart on my sleeve but still they sleep on my art I got the gasoline container all I need is the spark And all my people in the front to have a reason to start so [Bridge] I put my smoke signal up when I'm in town Tonight we're going to tear this place down to the ground Now you put your smoke signal up when I'm in town Tonight we're gonna tear this place down to the ground Now I put my smoke signal up when I'm in town Tonight we're gonna tear this place down to the ground Now you put the put the smoke signal up when you're in town Tonight we're gonna tear this place down to the ground right now [Chorus] I'm like later catch you on the flipside If you even make it there, I'll be on the inside Wanderin' the outskirts, I remember those days Tryin' to hit the walk-off, slidin' in into home base Tryin' to drop the hot shit, standin' in the cold rain Sounds like it was storebought, army of the most lame Squanderin' for raploot, all I got was chump change From back in the days with pea shooters to warheads Now he's out of range