Depressive Tongue Posse - GRAVE CITY lyrics

We goin' back to Grave City… [Sharxxx] Packin' up the Station Wagon, not vacation Grabbin' the suitcases, we left up in a haste, cuz the gas cloud's ragin' Lookin' up at red skies, try to race the time bomb Goin' on a d**h race with the engine light on We never belonged to the Earth because our life gone We were just visiting a minute so we could write songs But the mission's done, so it's time to run Posse dismantle and head home to the lifeless ones We got a whole f**in' city made of bone Red rivers running quick over rat-infested stone All you rappers testing patience with yer wack and stolen flows You give back yer gold and clothes, or you suffer all the blows The end approaches when the Prof lights the last spliff The smoke is chokin' as the Froot gives yer a** a whip And I'm Sharxxx with the gas and the matches HATE Noise sets the blaze, and it's tragic Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in extraterrestrials? Do ya got a d**h wish? I bet that we could help wit' yall The only thing this planet had to offer was a crate of Arnold Palmer and a pound of marijuana So we stocked up, then we set the timer on the rocket Soon as this EP drops, yall gonna be the target So if you's a rapper on the market to start sh** I suggest you buckle up when the f**in' Shark hit Grave city, ain't pretty Dead bodies in the water Television always flickering Power to the dealers of the legal and the il- If you comin' through these gates, yo, I hope you ready to k** [Boy Froot] Synthesizer, equalizer, Boy Froot is the evil riser Makin' b**hes dead then I raise em out the dirt Make em spread they legs then they p**y gon hurt Blunts in rotation, water hydration Boy Froot the scholar, better check the automation Windows 95 got the disk for installation The external drive can't forget the operation Flash drive broken, all my files open Drag em to the trash, Bill Gates, you must be jokin' Strap on my skates just because my bike was stolen Figure out the case right after I'm done smokin' Back to Grave City where my dead b**hes chillin' They stay pretty even tho they organs spillin' [H E X X X O F F N D R] Mushroom cloud hittin', no one had the time to call out Built a mansion out of bones, glowin' from the fall out Breathin' through a gas mask, aired with dope and opium Staring at the carnage that's so beautifully dystopian Purple smoke and green glow and liquids cover everything Dark magic power, zombie cultists bring us offerings Eating psilocybin, on the astral plane I'm glidin' Bidin' time until it's time to slide through the horizon Vision's getting glitched out, ripping holes in time and space Drippin' slime, shoot electric tendrils out my f**in' face Earth is now obsidian, a cold, avoided, lifeless place Etch its surface with a message, RIP the human race Now it's time for me to chill, because there's no one left to k** There's still another million planets full of blood to spill Depressive Tongues lay silent, rest in power to the ill So just smoke another blunt and do what the f** thou wilt