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Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade

Know I’m from the future and my future looks great

Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade

Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade

Know I’m from the future and my future looks great

Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade

Yo-

I’m in the moment, I know I’m from the future though

Post-apocalyptic missions, I’ve been given those

Most approximations fitting — never written though

Hidden from the citizens, I find 'em — I be spittin' those

But give them credit where the credit’s due

Cause I spent too long doing what indebted do

Now I’m paying up and they paying dividends

Fucking a P. O keep it private 'til the bitter end

I playing Bittermen, chauffeur to a Russell Brand

But I’m Dudley Moore, if he had some muscles and

A couple feet of height — maybe 6'10″

Off the Bach chop and revert back a rack of Chopin

'Til I make them motherfuckers bounce

'Til them aliens be boppin' on the fucking couch

Total Recall — but I’m blacking out

I told you she had 3 titties

Get them stats out

I make that motherfucker unz-unz

I leave them punch-drunk

She blowing strongbow 'til the fucking sun’s up

No prob, go hard but the palm says

Aunt Jemima must remind us

Where the fuckin' syrup is

While we flourishing where’s the fucking nourishment?

When the castle crumbles who will feel the hurt again?

Bladerunner 'til we stunting in advertisements

I don’t lean but I needed some encouragement

Two-tone rebel sipping the brown and clear

Whose on level when they drowning their tears in beers?

Time to stiffen upper lips huh?

Hurry up on your serotonin inhibitions

And let me see that ambition

Cause this is feeling like a witch hunt

And the only thing blaring here’s the speaker box

'Til we bang bang knocking off your sneaker socks

Days go by, same routine

Keep it on the low but I’m feeling like a fiend

Assembly line — look at the machines

I’m cutting all their wires 'til they see the blue screens

But they drone on, they drone on

Big brother in the sky tryna watch us get high

But they drone on, they drone on

So we throw rocks at Goliath and they label us pariahs huh?(Yeah!)

But I be on my two-tone shit

Absolutes be in the backseat where the drones is

Throwing pies just to keep up with the Joneses

I had 'em in '97 when pennies weren’t for loafing

Nah, we were just kids ballin'

Holding beef with Mr. Brian, couldn’t wait until we were taller

Yeah, in the future and I saw it

So I copped them A.I.'s just to throw 'em in the cauldron