act 2: hallucinogens

Take the mushroom cap and throw it back like the hat on a trucker
The sour patch back in action
Out to make your mother pucker
Your favorite two loudest motherfuckers
Out to make another ruckus
Make a limbo; duck us
Two plus two is four
Kang plus Maestro get more head than Mount Rushmore
Couldn't have found us more out in the town
Fucking around
Putting our names into the pavement when we pee on the ground
This album is a classic
Jurassic Park remake
When you drop it the water on your dashboard shakes
This is Act two
You been at yours the last four takes
And we been rolling fat
But still been at it for days on days
On plays on replays
Free displays for free dissin's
Breaking even we say
Smoking tunes you gotta hold in your chest
Hey Toots, c'mon and tootsie roll with the best pop
The rest stop

Yeah
It's been a long time coming
Standing our ground after a long time running
Going back and forth
Cuz it takes two to play tennis
Now we're serving up love off hallucinogenics
You could say our music has the stupidest premise
But we're sorcerers
You are just the stupid apprentice
Even a broom can do a better job than you
Why don't you let us take it from here

You see I had to drop it for a minute
Stop listening
But without it I'm a diabetic who's missing his insulin
You be trippin' if this isn't the best shit around right now
Is it even a question?
Stuck in arrested development
Blue in the face
But you are now fuckin' with two of the greats
Maestro and Kang are the best team since
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon in "Duel of the Fates"
'Bout to Maul you
Cut you in half
With nothing but the notebook inside the backpack stuck to my back
So maybe next time you'll think before fucking with Zach
Or feel the wrath of another attack
Cuz my belt is black from going to hell and back
I had to find myself to keep myself intact
And I found myself trapped in the city of Flagstaff
Making something good out of all of these bad raps

Zach, what in the fuck are we laughing at?
Making average rappers look cabbage patch
What the yammin' at?
Imma hand it back with the back of my hand to the masses on track
Massive on track
Shaq runnin' laps
And savages, dragons, black lungs and ash
In a cancerous craft that is fashioned by magic
And cracking the plastic
Fast ashing the pack

We're the needles under your skin
The white hairs on your chin
The polyps all upon your vocal cords
The wolves hollering up at your door
Tell 'em, "little pigs, let's us in"
The hallucinogen

How many licks does it take to reach the center of your brain?
To obtain an identity that only you can claim
If you find, after a certain amount of time, that you can no longer wait
Grab your head like a tootsie pop and crack it open like a broken safe
Elevate to a state of mind where you delve into self and celebrate
All you've felt and all you've seen
Through summer's heat and the autumn's fallen leaves
Are you just hallucinating all these things?
Used to be a daytripper but now you must fall asleep

And don't even mind where the snooze button is
Think you're too gluttonous
Too fucked in this
Fed up with this dead head set up
Churning like butter
Kang, where's my mind?

What?
Oh it's in the gutter

Oh brother
Under the drain cover
Tumbling over the brain clutter
Running away
My brain wanders
That is the way my brain wonders
Bumbling, stumbling, dumb plundering
These thoughts I make
Stuttering, fumbling and crumbling
Like rotten cake

Tripping from hairs on my chinny-chin chin
Might've been sinning again
We were just spliffing, and then
I put a spit through that pig and a carton of carcinogens

We're the needles under your skin
The white hairs on your chin
The polyps all upon your vocal cords
The wolves hollering up at your door
Tell 'em, "little pigs, let's us in"