Tick Tock Tick
[Sampled Intro]
"Tick! Tock! In the end..."
"Tick, tock, tick! (We go sun to moon!)
"Tick! Tock! In the end..."
"I betcha never heard rhymes like this on this planet!"
"Tick! Tock! In the end..."
"Tick, tock, tick! (We go sun to moon!)
"Tick! Tock! In the end, it's faced alone..."
[Verse 1: Apathy]
I got killers on my doorstep see 'em on My Ring cam
Guns always in reach, Michael Jordan wingspan
Spreads like an Archangel sending souls to hell
They tryna feed us fluoride, so we won't rebel
They rewrite the history, that we know so well
Takin' out the whistle-blowеrs 'cause, ghosts don't tell (Shh!!!)
Tick! Tock! The clock's tickin', lock clips in Glock [shipmеnts?]
Tryna lock me in the system, with the digital - currency
Neuralink to lock my brainstem into the circuitry
Shadow ban my shit for when my followers, search for me
Certainly the devil's hard at work, but that don't work for me
Never-have-I-ever seen a more convincing argument that Satan is real
And if they don't believe, then that's just how they makin' it feel
Mass marketed, rituals, with blatant appeal
And then the fans have no idea they're makin' a deal
Okay, off my soapbox, fuck all these robots
Cock back and throw shots, I ain't gettin' no shots
("Experiments where needles and skin connect!")
And even if you in the 'burbs now you in they projects
In the lab like meeee when I'm writin' these tracks
Mad scientist through laughs when the lightning cracks
It's like time's running out, hourglass is smashed
Now I'm layin' in the sand, gettin' tan, gettin' cash, like...
[Chorus]
"Tick! Tock! in the end..."
"Tick, tock, tick! (We go sun to moon!)
"Tick! Tock! in the end..."
"I betcha never heard rhymes like this on this planet!"
"Tick! Tock! In the end..."
"Tick, tock, tick! (We go sun to moon!)
"Tick! Tock! In the end, it's faced alone..."
[Verse 2: Apathy]
The Devil want me dead from all the light that I spread
So he sit up in my room puttin' sin inside my head
Celebs sellin' souls, seen 'em rockin' all that red
And the poison that we're fed got us buyin' poison meds
Lately, I feel like I'm going fucking crazy
It's deadly for a human to become fat and lazy
But any observation or criticism's impossible
Can't discuss, 'cause they'll cancel us, when it's logical
Left - Right - Nothin' in the middle
No critical thoughts, not even a little
Time started tickin' when they cut my umbilical
["Movin' in the? distance?..."] I know my Casio - Digital
Arm-wrestled the Grim Reaper for an extra summer
When I exited my mother woulda had a twin brother
But I left him in the rubber when I blasted through the plastic
Now I'm here fightin' time just to craft another classic, like...
