The Palmer Squares - Term K- Titans Cypher lyrics

Dumbed down, don't know what happened Young child once pulled a wagon Now he, runs wild with a stolen handgun Spun out, finna throw a tantrum No one listens, no one answers No a**istance, better hope for ransom Go the distance 'til his toe gets tagged up Stolid lips from the molten magma I'm spittin', switch it, her a** is t**n' Keep clappin' firmly 'til they a** is burgundy Give a f** not? Give up then If you in a tough spot, finna puff pot Hit the cess and keep spitting lethargy A critic never gon' get the best of me Get a grip on my dick and testes We fist a b**h, give hysterectomies Lucubrator, truth sayer Whose suits are tailored by youth in labor Tools of the trade, rules for the break-in Amusing danger as human nature Finna get the guap, the mula, the paper Haters, do me a favor and k** yourselves Clean as the Bill of Health And I'm never gonna stop with the foolish behavior The flow's supposed to turn tides into ocean Poking your third eye, pryin' it open Y'all been blinded by the ultra-violence Stand falsified and fall divided, ugh Get mauled by the jaws of a lion Big paws with claws made of iron Y'all provide him with a hearty diet Pissed off? Hit pause, and cause a riot then